On the day of the press conference, Pei Xiao got up very early and finished washing up. Xi Wanlai appointed the world's chief royal makeup artist to take care of her look, but Xi Xiangdong blocked her from entering.

Pei Xiao was puzzled.

On one side was the DIOR long skirt suit that the makeup artist had matched for her, and on the other side was a pure white cotton skirt that Xi Xiangdong had prepared for her. It was clean without a trace of pattern, and only had a slight pinching at the waist and tummy in the cut.

She understood that Xi Xiangdong had his own intentions in everything he did, not to mention the long dress from DIOR was too expensive and she couldn't accept it calmly, so she went into the house and changed into a white cotton dress.

Little did they know that this seemingly simple cotton skirt with no design was actually handmade and customized, and its price was no less than that of the big brand DIOR.

Therefore, when she walked out, the style fit unexpectedly, the pure white color, and the simple design only made people think of one sentence: hibiscus emerges from clear water, and natural carvings are removed.

The makeup artist wanted to step forward to put makeup on Pei Xiao, but Xi Xiangdong said, "This is good."

Pei Xiao was also stunned: "That's it? Not even wearing any makeup?"

Anyone who often goes on camera knows that if you don’t wear makeup, your face will look yellow when photographed by the camera. So no matter how good your skin is, actors and actresses must wear makeup in front of the camera.

Xi Xiangdong naturally understands this truth.

He said: "It takes your half-dead appearance to gain sympathy from others."

Pei Xiao understood: "Then should I put in two more drops of eye drops to make myself more miserable?"

Xi Xiangdong turned around and looked at her: "No, just act like you are."

Before Pei Xiao, who was slow to react, felt it, the assistant and make-up artist at the door started laughing. Xi Xiangdong was trying to bury her in a roundabout way, but he looked like a coward in his bones.

In fact, Xi Xiangdong's purpose today is not only to help her refute the rumors, but also to try his best to restore the reputation of the Hundred Flowers Award for her. After all, for a newcomer who has just emerged, it is tragic enough to miss the grand prize.

The organizing committee banned it, so it had to be clarified. But as the boss of Bo Xiao Company, which was the beneficiary, it was not convenient for him to take action personally, so everything could only be decided by Pei Xiao himself.

If you pretend to be a good person and gain sympathy, the Hundred Flowers Award Organizing Committee will take action under the pressure of public opinion.

Since there was no need to put on makeup and his hair was tied casually on the back of his head, Pei Xiao was about to go out when Xi Xiangdong stopped him: "Wait a minute."

He knelt down and opened a shoe box, inside which lay a pair of Chanel flat-heeled sandals. The black transparent plastic sole was decorated with a blooming camellia.

The climate in Hong Kong is warm, and the boots she brought from Beijing are too bulky, and pregnant women should no longer wear high heels.

This pair of sandals is said to be made of extremely soft plastic and will remain comfortable for a long time without the worry of new shoes hitting your feet.

In full view of everyone, he couldn't help but lift her feet and put them into the shoes.

It's really domineering.

In the eyes of others, it is like Cinderella in the fairy tale. One day, a prince will come to your door with a glass slipper. I don't know how enviable it is.

"The banquet hall is on the 18th floor, so I won't go with you."

Indeed, Huanqiu was holding a press conference for her today, and as the CEO of Boxiao, it was not appropriate for him to interfere too much.

[Wall Crack suspects that Mr. Xi has a foot fetish. Is this the fourth or fifth time in this book that Mr. Xi touched Pei Xiao’s feet?
Chapter completed!