Hugh Dong laughed as he explained to her, “Tony likes to call his job a pickup.”
“Well …” Christine White grunted twice.
That’s quite the quirk.
“Yo, Mr. Dong, it’s really been a long time.” A pretentious male voice suddenly came from overhead.
Christine White gathered her thoughts and looked up to see a man with long hair, dressed in women’s clothing, but tall, coming down the stairs step by step with his orchid finger raised.
Christine White was dumbfounded at the sight of this man.
This … Is this a siren?
“Tony, be normal, you’re scaring my lady friend.” Hugh Dong grabbed Christine White’s shoulder and said with some dissatisfaction to the man called Tony.
“How am I not normal?” Tony rolled his eyes, then looked over at Christine White, his eyes widening at once with a critical look, “Mr. Dong, is this your date?”
“What’s the problem?” Hugh Dong smiled seductively at him.
Tony swallowed, “There is ah, the problem is big, Dong total your vision how so bad, this woman is actually your female companion, which horns pimple out, this look is malnutrition.”
Christine White lowered her head a little in self-consciousness as she heard this.
Hugh Dong sensed this and his smile slowly retracted as he glared coldly at Tony.
Tony’s body trembled when he came into contact with his eyes, he didn’t dare to talk nonsense anymore, and quickly compensated with a smile, “I’m sorry ah this young lady, I just accidentally said the wrong thing, don’t blame me.”
“That’s okay.” Christine White forced up a smile, “And you’re right, I do look terrible the way I am.”
“No no no.” Tony hurriedly waved his hand, “Women, all of them are not ugly, only those who can’t dress up.”
Saying to, he pulled Christine White in front of a large mirror, “Miss, remember what you look like now, trust me, if you give yourself to me, you will become the most perfect woman.”
Christine White slid a few black lines down the corner of her forehead.
Is that a jingle for some commercial?
Why did she sound so familiar and awkward!
“Okay Tony.” Hugh Dong patted Tony’s shoulder with some impatience, “Hurry up and give it a start, and don’t you dare think about making her into some perfect woman, remember, I need an assistant later, you just need to work towards the assistant look.”
“Assistant ah.” Tony’s interest in a moment to alleviate a lot, “I know, then start, clothes professional suit on the line, hair, then … Get a big wave, how about looking chipper?”
Hugh Dong rubbed his chin and nodded, “Do as you say, after all, you are the gold medal stylist.”
“Can I take it as a compliment from Mr. Dong?” Tony smiled flirtatiously, but with his typical hunky face, it looked out of place.
Christine White couldn’t resist, “That …”
“What’s wrong?” Hugh Dong looked at her along with Tony.
Christine White gestured to her hair, “Can I get a short haircut?”
Tony’s face fell, “Are you questioning my vision, young lady?”
“No, but …” Seemingly having something hard to say, Christine White bit her lower lip, finally took a deep breath and re-spoke as if she had made some decision, “Mr. Tony, I’m not questioning your vision, if you pull my hair with a little bit of force, you’ll know why I want to cut my hair short.”
“Yeah?” Tony did as she said with a skeptical look on his face, then was confused.
He looked at the large amount of hair between his fingers and his hands were shaking with pain, “My god, why is so much hair falling out?”
Hugh Dong was also stunned, “Christine, what the hell is going on?”
A normal person would lose one or two at most, but she was losing dozens and dozens of them, which was clearly not normal.
Christine White let out a bitter laugh, “I’m having health problems, so …”
“Is that why you’re losing so much hair?” Tony picked up the end of her sentence.
Christine White nodded, “Something like that.”
“I’m sorry miss, I was wrong about you.” Tony blew the hair out of his hand and touched her head painfully, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to give you a short haircut that suits you best.”
“Thanks.” Christine White smiled gratefully.
“Then Tony, I’ll leave this place to you, I’m going to the restroom.” Hugh Dong finished speaking and took his cell phone and went out.
By the time he returned, Christine White styling was done.
Tony looked at him a little disgruntled, “Chief Dong, I thought you snuck off.”
“I’m that kind of person?” Hugh Dong flicked his eyelids.
He just went out and had someone find out what Christine White had been going through this month, and then he’s been waiting for the results.
He didn’t expect to be surprised by the results of waiting.
She was forced to have her bone marrow pumped out by The Bort Family and had her baby aborted, and what took his breath away was that Baird Lane, her husband, didn’t have the slightest intention of doing her justice, so it’s no wonder that she wanted to divorce Baird Lane.
Thinking about this, Hugh Dong didn’t even know whether he should sympathize with this woman or pity her.
“Okay?” He craned his head to look at Christine White beside Tony, and his eyes instantly lit up.
Just see Christine White standing there with a smile on her face, her whole person has been refreshed, a small black suit, together with a fresh and concise short hair close to the ear, looks less soft and more atmospheric than before.
“Well? Not too bad, huh?” Christine White asked him, spreading her arms.
Hugh Dong gave a thumbs up, “Very good, go my little assistant.”
He bent his elbow.
Christine White frowned a little at this, a little reluctant to pull up, but then thought about her status for a moment and pulled up anyway.
Hugh Dong had expected her to refuse, but he didn’t expect her to actually pull up, so he froze, but he soon came back to his senses, the corners of his mouth all lifted up.
The two said goodbye to Tony and left the mall and went straight back across the street to their hotel.
The client over at the hotel had been waiting for a long time and was a little pissed off when he saw Hugh Dong and Christine White.
In the end, however, Hugh Dong coaxed him into doing so, so the contract was signed without any problems.
“Sorry just now, huh?” Christine White said to Hugh Dong as she took a sip of her juice.
Hugh Dong put down the contract, “What’s wrong?”
“Just now all because of waiting for me to do the styling, otherwise you won’t be coldly talked to by the client, in case the cooperation is yellow again …”
“So it’s this matter, I didn’t take it to heart, this kind of person only dares to verbalize this, but in reality, he doesn’t dare to yellow the cooperation at all, Dong’s can be bigger than his company.” Hugh Dong lightly laughed and explained.
Christine White was relieved to hear that, “I see, that’s a relief.”
“It’s good that you’re relieved, by the way, have you eaten enough?” Hugh Dong inquired.
Christine White put down her chopsticks, “Already full.”
“Let’s go then, I’ll send you back.” Hugh Dong said to her as he collected the contract.
Christine White looked at the time and knew she had changed back, hmmm, and followed him out of the box.
There is an elevator right outside the box and the elevator goes straight to the hotel’s parking lot.
Christine White joked and laughed with Hugh Dong as they exited the elevator, and just a few steps in, she stopped and the smile on her face froze.
Only a short distance away, directly in front of them, a familiar Maymach was parked there, and a man was leaning against the body of the Maybach.
Fixed my eyes on who it was if not Baird Lane.
How did he find this place?
Before Christine White could think clearly, Hugh Dong beside her gently nudged her shoulder, “President Lane is here.”
“I saw it.” Christine White replied tersely.
Hugh Dong smiled playfully, “You want to go over and say hello?”