Now, the famous fat and round girl in the circle had become a fair, rich, and beautiful girl, which naturally attracted many people to ask for experience.
They all wanted to know how Jiujiu had changed from a fat and round girl to such a beautiful girl.
Looking at the increasing number of WeChat messages, Jiujiu showed a gratified smile. Then, she opened the dialog box and began to reply to them one by one.
Those rich ladies were naturally embarrassed to ask Jiujiu how she became thin and beautiful, so at first, they all asked Jiujiu what she had been busy with recently and when she had time to come out for a gathering.
Then, they chatted with Jiujiu about her husband, children, the recent new fashion direction, and the fashion week. Then, they changed the topic to Jiujiu's recent dressing, which seemed to be more westernized than before. It was refreshing. Then, they secretly inquired about where Jiujiu bought her clothes and who her stylist was.
Looking at those rich ladies who used to make fun of Wang Juan carefully asking her about her image, Jiujiu laughed until her intestines were tied up, but she still seriously replied to them about how she lost weight little by little and became beautiful. In the end, she even gave her studio to them.
She said that the reason why she looked so good was all because of this studio.
Of course, Jiujiu didn't forget to add in the end, "That studio is not only responsible for the clothes, but also for the overall image design. It's not a dream to help you change your appearance."
It would have been fine if Jiujiu didn't add the last sentence. As soon as she added the last sentence, many small red dots appeared on the studio's WeChat friend list.
Jiujiu accepted the friend requests while smiling and chatting with those rich ladies who used to laugh at Wang Juan. At the same time, she also praised her company's clothing design.
For example, all the clothes were custom-made. There was only one size and one color for each style. They would play to the strengths and weaknesses of the customer's body. Moreover, they would provide matching jewelry for different occasions. In addition, they would accept personal makeup and makeup booking services.
Of course, the fee varied according to the number of services requested.
But.
For those rich ladies, they lacked everything except money.
As long as you're willing to talk to them about money, it's not a big deal.
For example, right now, there were already seven or eight people who came to make an appointment for custom-made clothes.
Jiujiu replied when she would come to the studio. Then, she called Steamed Bun to let her know who would be coming to the studio to order clothes. After telling her to prepare, she went offline to think about how long it would take for her to divorce Li Chao.
Now that she had set up a studio, it could be said that she had her own career. As long as the studio was on the right track and she had accumulated enough funds, and Li Zhou was willing to live with her, she would apply for a divorce with Li Chao.
However, the premise was that she had accumulated enough funds, had evidence of Li Chao's infidelity, and had Li Zhou's willingness to live with her. Otherwise, all of this would be empty talk.
Jiujiu sighed with emotion about how difficult it was to start from scratch. Then she continued to work on the private customization tomorrow.
As usual, he woke up early and drove to the studio.
As soon as Jiujiu opened the door, she saw the energetic and rosy-faced Steamed Bun jump up from the stool like a puppy. He jumped to her side and rubbed his head against her body.
"Boss, you're here."
Jiujiu rubbed Steamed Bun's furry head and smiled, "Why are you up so early? Are you sleepy?"
Steamed Bun giggled, "Not sleepy, not sleepy at all."
Alan scowled, "If you're not sleepy, I'm sleepy."
Alan swore that if he could beat Steamed Bun, he would definitely hit him.
Last night, he was busy with the design drafts and didn't get to lie down until three o 'clock. He finally managed to take a nap, but before he could doze off, he was pulled out of bed by Steamed Bun.
No matter how hard he tried to explain that he was busy until three o 'clock, it was useless.
Steamed Bun stubbornly said, "The boss is coming. You have to wait at the studio entrance."
Alan cursed in his heart.
But he was afraid of Steamed Bun's strength, so he could only cowardly endure it.
Seeing Jiujiu arrive, Alan yawned lazily and looked at Steamed Bun, "Um, the boss is here. Can I go back now?"
Steamed Bun and Jiujiu were lovey-dovey, so he naturally didn't have time to deal with Alan. He waved his hand and said, "Go back."
Under the eaves, he had to lower his head. No matter how angry Alan was, he could only go back with a dark face.
Seeing Alan's dark face and dark circles, Jiujiu pinched Steamed Bun's nose, "Did you bully Alan again?"
Steamed Bun pouted, "I didn't. I didn't bully him."
Steamed Bun felt wronged. She just wanted Alan to welcome Jiujiu's arrival with her. If she wanted to bully Alan, Alan would have been beaten to death by her already.
Steamed Bun had an apple face. His cheeks were pink and tender, and he looked like a child who hadn't reached adulthood yet. Jiujiu pinched Steamed Bun's little face. Steamed Bun's eyes immediately turned red, and he looked very pitiful with tears. Jiujiu couldn't help but pinch his face again.
This was because Steamed Bun's red eyes were too cute.
He was so cute that she had to bully him more.
If other people bullied Steamed Bun, Steamed Bun would beat him up so badly that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.
But the person who bullied him was Jiujiu. Steamed Bun could only become a punching bag. With red eyes, he looked at Jiujiu pitifully, hoping that Jiujiu wouldn't continue to bully him.
But what she didn't know was that the more she acted like this, the more Jiujiu wanted to bully her.
It was like a kindergarten boy deliberately pulling the girl's hair in order to attract her attention.
Jiujiu rubbed Steamed Bun's cheeks for a while, and then began to talk to Steamed Bun about his work.
The first customer, Mrs. He, was quite old. As she got older, both her appearance and figure changed a lot.
No matter how many skincare products she ate or how good her skin care products were, the loss of collagen was like the loss of youth. It was gone forever.
No matter how many methods she used, it was all in vain.
As for her husband, he had already started cheating on her when they still had a pretty face. Now that He Tai had lost her pretty face, she was even less competitive than the other girls outside.
So, after seeing Jiujiu's youth and beauty, Mrs. He wanted to use Jiujiu's method to make herself young and beautiful.
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