Chapter 698 It's Called Red Makeup

Hearing Ye Tianlong's words, Ning Hongzhuang was slightly startled, and then hummed in shame and anger. These were her measurements. Although the size was something to be proud of, it also showed the close relationship between the two.

And she was a little curious. She had never told Ye Tianlong her measurements. Where did this bastard get them?

Did he measure them on the bed?

Thinking of this, Ning Hongzhuang cursed inwardly: hooligan!

"Swoosh!"

At this moment, Ning Hongzhuang felt a little awkward. She didn't want to lose face with Ye Tianlong. She was considering whether to turn around and leave.

But at this moment, Ye Tianlong picked up the scissors, and the whole person instantly glowed with a kind of spirit, making people feel that he was a little dazzling.

Then, Ye Tianlong put the scissors on the fabric without even measuring it. He started cutting, fell the knife, and started the mouth, flowing like water.

The store manager and others didn't think much of it at first, and thought that Ye Tianlong was cutting randomly and wasted the natural resources, but when they saw Ye Tianlong's actions, they all blinked.

"So skilled!"

"Like a master chef!"

They found that Ye Tianlong's movements were more skillful than those of a master chef, and more beautiful than words could describe. They all stared at him with frozen eyes.

Ye Tianlong's hands seemed to be wrapped in white jade, dancing flexibly, and various scissors intertwined with the light fabric.

A fashion designer who can make clothes without pictures is either a fool or a genius. Facts have proved that Ye Tianlong belongs to the latter.

Ye Tianlong's movements are repeated constantly, but they do not cause visual fatigue. Instead, they make people intoxicated by the light and unburdened feeling.

His hands never stop, and are extremely smooth. Sometimes he cuts the fabric with scissors, sometimes he measures the size with his fingers, and sometimes he sews with a sewing machine.

Ning Hongzhuang and Ma Xinxin also opened their eyes wide. It seems that Ye Tianlong is not making clothes, but performing an art performance.

At the same time, they whispered in their hearts: Can this kid really make clothes?

"Crack——"

Ye Tianlong ignored everyone's gaze, immersed in it, without distraction, enjoying the fun that making clothes brought him...

The movements were smooth and unobscure, and several masters who looked up were gradually surprised...

Ye Tianlong was immersed in it very quickly. After half an hour, he achieved the most important step, which was to fold the "pleats" of the skirt.

He calculated the length of each "pleat", divided a piece of fabric into several sections, and then folded the "pleats" according to the width with a unique technique.

Then he sewed it with a sewing machine, and repeated it over and over again, and a series of smooth curves and three-dimensional "pleats" appeared.

"This... How is this possible?"

In the shock of the store manager and the waiter, Ye Tianlong quickly walked to the last step, sewing the fabric, and then sewing a hidden zipper.

"Click!"

When Ye Tianlong pulled up the zipper, a finished pleated skirt emerged.

It bloomed with a pearl-like crystal luster, and every ray of light reflected the color of a cotton silk, making people feel warm.

Bright as fire, seductive, full of charming colors, a woman wearing it will definitely be the focus of the whole scene.

A waiter couldn't help but exclaimed: "What a beautiful pleated skirt."

"It's so beautiful, so perfect. I've sold so many clothes, but this pleated skirt is the best."

"I really want to wear it..."

More than a dozen beautiful waiters were full of envy and talked about it. Ma Xinxin's girlfriends also had bright eyes.

"This... How is this possible? This style... is not available in the market yet!"

The knowledgeable store manager exclaimed and looked at the pleated skirt excitedly: "How is this possible? How did you do it?"

At this moment, the eight masters who had already made Ma Xinxin's pleated skirt also came over after hearing the words, and they were also excited when they saw the pleated skirt:

"This craftsmanship is so good, so amazing."

The reason why the pleated skirt is called a pleated skirt is that it focuses on the "pleats".

The pleated skirt made by Ye Tianlong has a very wonderful "pleat", which is not simply folded and sewn.

Instead, it is folded, and then some techniques are used to show the beauty of the lines and layers of the "pleats".

Therefore, the "pleat" lines of the pleated skirt are very smooth and beautiful, like a trickle spreading, maple leaves fluttering, far away from ordinary pleated skirts.

A master chef shouted: "Master, what is its name?"

Every handmade clothing has a theme, and he believes that Ye Tianlong must have a name in his heart.

Ye Tianlong did not respond to the master chef's words, but walked to Ning Hongzhuang with the pleated skirt, gentle and elegant: "Go, put it on."

Ning Hongzhuang, who has always been high and mighty, rarely showed a little woman's delicate demeanor and walked into the fitting room with the skirt.

Ma Xinxin also got the pleated skirt, gritted her teeth, and walked into a fitting room with her lips. She didn't believe that she didn't look as good as Ning Hongzhuang.

Many times, clothes are not important, but the person wearing them is important.

In less than two minutes, Ma Xinxin came out of the fitting room first. The craftsmanship of the eight masters was not covered. When she put on the skirt, she looked much more beautiful.

"Beautiful, beautiful! Xinxin, you are so beautiful."

She turned around in front of everyone, like a proud peacock, so beautiful that her besties and assistants cheered: "So beautiful!"

Although the waiters were disgusted with Ma Xinxin, they had to say that she was really dazzling in the dress made by the eight masters.

A master chef shouted: "The main purpose of this dress is to be dazzling. The person wearing the dress will be as dazzling as a peacock."

Many people applauded and cheered for the dress and Ma Xinxin.

Ma Xinxin also straightened up, her face full of pride and arrogance. All the frustration just now disappeared, and confidence was all in her heart.

She looked at Ye Tianlong provocatively: "I hope your skirt looks better than this one."

Ye Tianlong smiled faintly and said nothing.

"Dang!"

Just then, Ning Hongzhuang's fitting room was also opened. She took off her coat, and walked out with a white shirt and a pleated skirt.

She was a little different at this moment.

The shirt wrapped around her graceful body, and a button under the collar was unbuttoned, revealing her slender neck, and the curvy and straight collarbone was breathtaking.

Her slender waist was less than a hand's length, and her long legs were white and shiny.

Ning Hongzhuang now looked like a fiery rose, and the shirt perfectly set off her temperament.

Under the convergence of lights, her skin was reflected by the intoxicating light, which was particularly attractive.

"Huh!"

Ning Hongzhuang turned on the spot, and her pleated skirt spread out instantly, like a delicate rose, quietly blooming in the quiet flower field in the middle of the night.

Her red lips lightly touched, her eyebrows lightly swept, her sleeves lightly danced, she smiled and looked around...

Ning Hongzhuang's skirt fluttered, her long hair was untied and danced in the wind, and her beautiful face was looming in the floating hair.

Her eyes, however, were like the stars in the night sky, with endless coldness.

The loneliness and style revealed in this instant made everyone in the audience hold their breath, and no one could describe her beauty in words.

That face, those autumn-water eyes, and that pleated skirt that kept blooming occupied everyone's mind.

A master chef couldn't control himself, and trembled slightly and shouted again: "What's its name?"

Ye Tianlong stepped forward, looked at the delicate woman, and said softly: "It's called... Hongzhuang."