ut this resignation letter!"Having said that, she took the resignation letter in both hands, gripped it tightly at the corners, and with a rip, tore it in half.She waved her hand and threw the resigna...Lin Jinran put on his coat, picked up a measuring tape and walked behind Fu Mo'han. She didn't want to measure him directly.
After measuring the shoulder width, Lin Jinran took a pen and recorded the dimensions. Then she began to measure the arms, softly saying, "Raise your arm, let me measure it for you."
Fu Mo'han raised his hand impatiently, allowing Lin Jinran's fair fingers to occasionally touch his wrist.
Soon, Lin Jinran measured his height and recorded it well. Continuing to want to stand behind him and measure his chest circumference, Fu Mochen, who had been facing away from her, suddenly turned around and faced her.
Lin Jinran instinctively wanted to push back, she moved slightly, and her wrist was suddenly grabbed. The man's voice held a hint of displeasure, "What are you dodging Hurry up."
"Let go of me first." Being grabbed by Fu Mo Han, she was very close to him, and her heart beat faster involuntarily.
Fu Mo Han glanced at her and loosened his fingers.
Lin Jinran let out a sigh of relief, then his head started to hurt.
The next step should be to measure her chest. She originally planned to, wear the men's arms behind her back, avoiding direct contact with the man in front.
Fu Mo Han turned over, so she could only face him head-on.
But faced with the real deal, Lin Jinran froze on the spot, hesitating.
An angrily clenched her teeth. From now on, if she really opened a studio, she would definitely customize for customers, what was there to be afraid of She'd just treat him like any other customer.
Lin Jinran picked up the measuring tape and walked to Fu Mochen's face, "Raise your arms."
When Fu Mo寒 lifted his arms, she took a measuring tape in one hand and crossed her arms over his waist. She leaned against him, almost touching his chest like an embrace.
The man's alluring scent wafted into her nostrils, seeping deep into her heart, and her fair cheeks gradually flushed with warmth.
Without hesitating for a moment, she measured it quickly and swiftly withdrew her hand, putting distance between herself and the man.
Lin Jin was lowering her head, not daring to look up for fear that Fu Mo'han would see the blush on her cheeks. She picked up a pen and paper, pretending to record something.
"Your face is flushed." A low, magnetic voice sounded from above her, piercing through her facade of composure.
For a moment, Lin Jinran's carefully crafted facade was torn apart. His already crimson cheeks burned even brighter.
Just as Lin Jinran didn't know what to do, the man suddenly grasped her wrist with his hand, pulling her once again to face him.
"Are you measuring that man, too Like this!"
Fu Mo Han's words made Lin Jin Ran pause, looking up to meet Fu Mo Han's dark and extremely displeased black eyes, she replied in confusion, "No."
"How much is that"
“The customer measured it themselves and brought it over.” Lin Jinran answered truthfully.
The little woman's answer calmed the slight unease that had been swirling in his heart. Fu Mochen loosened his grip on Lin Jinyan's wrist.
Lin Jin yan looked at the man with suspicion again, truly not understanding why he had suddenly asked this.
Hurry up, don't dawdle. A voice urged from above.
It wasn't her who was dawdling, it was him who randomly interrupted her.
However, Lin Jin's face flushed subsided, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Picking up the measuring tape, I continued to measure Fu Mo'han.
She had always known that Fu Mo'han had a great figure, both in height and build, comparable to or even surpassing models.
But after professional measurement, it amazed her even more.
He's a walking clothes rack!
The only word she could think of was perfect, just perfect!r mother's eyes, forever gentle and smiling. 。The woman before me may resemble her, but she is merely an imitation. Her mother has passed away and is no longer with us. 。"Sorry" 。Lin Jinran lowered...