mesbooks Chapter 54: Makeup Transformation, Little Green Plum VS Little Green Tea
Chapter 54: Makeup Transformation, Little Green Plum VS Little Green Tea
Lin Bei smiled at the screen and closed the chat window.
He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and switched back to the Taobao backend to study product categories.
Lin Bei thought to himself, he had just said he wouldn't date, but he could flirt.
The essence of ambiguity is to neither take the initiative, nor reject, nor take responsibility.
As long as you don't have a girlfriend with whom you have a committed relationship, maintaining ambiguous relationships with multiple girls doesn't count as cheating.
Lin Bei flipped through the sample photos again, his brows furrowing.
The effect of photos taken with plastic mannequins is too stiff. The clothes hanging on the plastic rack don't look like they're worn by a living person at all.
He needs photos of the actual person trying on the clothes.
Ideally, there should be several good-looking girls with great figures, wearing the same clothes for the photos.
If we put it on the store's homepage, the effect would be ten times better than it is now.
Although Song Qingning isn't very tall, her proportions are good, and she looks like she has long legs no matter what she wears.
Su Qianqian's figure and temperament are undeniable; if she wore his dress, took a couple of photos, and posted them online, she would look even more like a model than a model herself.
Oh, and there's that little green tea bitch, Wu Xiaoxun.
She has a great appearance and figure, so she could go for a cute image.
Therefore, Lin Bei made his decision.
I'm planning to find some time in the next few days to meet up with the two of them and take some photos.
Online stores sell not only clothes, but also photos of models.
That evening.
After taking a shower, Lin Bei lay on the sofa, took out his phone, and sent a message to Song Qingning, Su Qianqian, and Wu Xiaoxun respectively.
The content is the same:
Are you free tomorrow?
[Please do me a favor: take some photos for my online store. Lunch will be provided.]
Song Qingning quickly replied with a question mark.
Immediately afterwards, another message was sent:
What kind of photos should we take?
Is this proper or improper?
Lin Bei replied: "Seriously, I just want to try on a few clothes, take a couple of photos of myself wearing them, and post them in the shop."
[If you want to film something unconventional, I can help you film it!]
Song Qingning first rolled her eyes, then replied: 【Fine, I'm free anyway tomorrow.】
Su Qianqian's reply was very concise:
【What time is it?】
Lin Bei: [It was 9 a.m. at my house, and Qing Ning was there too.]
Su Qianqian: [Okay.]
Wu Xiaoxun was the last one to appear.
After receiving the news, she called immediately, her voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.
"Brother Lin Bei, you finally want my help?"
"I have a high-definition digital camera at home, with much higher resolution than a regular camera. I can bring it over tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Lin Bei was even happier: "That's great! I was just worried about not being able to find a good camera."
Wu Xiaoxun chuckled twice on the other end of the phone: "I'll definitely arrive early tomorrow."
Lin Bei hung up the phone, played on his phone for a while, and then went to sleep.
……
The next morning at seven o'clock.
After having breakfast, Lin Bei began tidying up the living room from top to bottom.
The magazines on the coffee table were neatly stacked, the ashtray was washed, dried, and put away in the drawer, the floor was mopped twice, and the window was opened to let in fresh air for half an hour.
Then, he went downstairs to the market, brought back half a watermelon, and went to the bubble tea shop at the entrance of the community to buy three cups of pearl milk tea.
The original flavor is for Song Qingning, the less sugar flavor is for Su Qianqian, and the chocolate flavor is for Wu Xiaoxun.
When I got back, I cut the watermelon into small pieces and stuck toothpicks in them. I lined up the milk tea on the coffee table and took three glasses from the kitchen, poured some cooled boiled water into them, and placed them next to each other.
With everything ready, he took out his phone to check the time; it was just past 8:10.
At that moment, the doorbell didn't ring, but there was a knock on the door.
Lin Bei put his phone on the coffee table and went to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, Song Qingning leaned against the door frame and yawned.
She had her hair casually tied in a ponytail, her face was bare, her eyebrows were undrawn, her eyeliner was off, and her lips were dry, without even lip balm.
She was wearing a white tank top, pink shorts, and flip-flops, revealing ten toes without nail polish.
At this moment, Song Qingning looked as if she had just crawled out of bed.
"I'm so sleepy." Song Qingning yawned again and squeezed through the gap between Lin Bei and the door frame.
She was barefoot, standing on the living room floor, and then she collapsed onto the sofa.
Song Qingning acted completely at ease, lying on her side on the sofa, reaching out to grab a piece of watermelon from the coffee table and stuffing it into her mouth.
After taking a few bites, he mumbled, "I chatted with Su Qianqian on QQ last night until after 1 a.m.
"By the way, which school are you planning to apply to?"
While mopping the floor, Lin Bei said, "With a score that barely gets me into a second-tier university, what good schools can I choose?"
"Let's wait a couple of days and see."
"That's true." Song Qingning nodded: "Making you study before felt like I was harming you, otherwise you wouldn't feel... um???"
Song Qingning stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.
Her gaze fell on the coffee table, on the three cups of milk tea.
Three cups?
Song Qingning turned her head and glanced at the fruit plate and three glasses on the coffee table.
It's for three people.
She swallowed the watermelon in her mouth, sat up, and looked at Lin Bei: "Besides Qianqian and me, who else is coming later?"
Lin Bei continued mopping the floor without looking up: "Wu Xiaoxun."
"She has a high-definition digital camera at home, so I borrowed it to take pictures."
The watermelon rind in Song Qingning's hand stopped in mid-air, and her expression changed slightly.
After a while.
Song Qingning put the watermelon rind on the coffee table and stood up from the sofa.
"I'll go back first."
After saying that, he started walking towards the door.
Lin Bei looked up at her and asked, "Why are you leaving so soon after you arrived?"
Song Qingning said with a serious expression, "9 needs to go back and change her clothes and put on some makeup."
"Huh?!" Lin Bei laughed, "You're not going on a blind date, why are you changing clothes and putting on makeup?"
"There won't be any outsiders here later."
Song Qingning had already reached the door. She opened it, turned around, and said, "You don't understand."
Then, the door closed.
When Song Qingning returned home, the first thing she did was lock the door from the inside.
She stood in the center of the living room and looked down at her outfit.
Tank top, shorts made from pajama bottoms, flip-flops, no makeup.
Then, the image of Wu Xiaoxun in the hotel corridor last time began to appear in her mind.
Her pigtails were neatly tied, the pleats of her JK plaid skirt were clearly defined, her white over-the-knee socks were pulled up above her knees, she wore light makeup, and her eyes crinkled when she smiled.
Thinking of this, Song Qingning unconsciously clenched her fists.
That scheming girl is coming to take photos today; she'll definitely be dressed up beautifully.
If she's still wearing this outfit—tank top, shorts, and flip-flops—it's like she's lost before the battle even begins.
Therefore, she absolutely would not allow such a thing to happen.
Song Qingning rushed into the bedroom, opened the wardrobe door, and began to rummage through all the clothes hanging inside.
A dozen or so T-shirts and shorts, as well as two dresses, were pulled out and thrown onto the bed one after another.
Song Qingning put her hands on her hips.
Let's go all out and dazzle that little green tea b*tch!