Yan Tao sent George away and bypassed the alley where sewage was flowing, his phone suddenly rang.

She answered the phone and Feng Wei's enthusiastic laughter instantly came to her ears, "Master Yan, when can we finish our vacation and shoot a movie? I asked someone to make your costume and mask again. I'll send the picture to you later. See if you have any dissatisfaction, I'll ask him to change it."

Yan Tao raised his eyebrows, moved his slender legs and walked towards the hotel, laughing quietly, "Director Feng, you should call me Yan Tao."

Master Yan or something, he looks like a charlatan and liar.

She remembered that Song Li last time, and others called her Master.

Young Master Yan is disgusted with the title.

"Okay, whatever you say is what you say." Director Feng responded with kindness and asked a few more questions. He knew that Yan Tao would fly to the imperial capital tomorrow, so he felt relieved.

These days he has been worried that Yan Tao has forgotten what he promised to film. He really couldn't stand it and called Yan Tao, "When will you arrive tomorrow? I'll pick you up."

Yan Tao: "The air ticket at twelve o'clock noon is about four or five o'clock."

The two of them exchanged some casual greetings, and Yan Tao hung up the phone. After a while, Director Feng sent the latest picture of the costume to Yan Tao's mobile phone.

She clicked and took a few casual glances.

The clothes were obviously thoughtful, and they changed drastically from what Yu Feng had worn before.

The white silk robe was embroidered with a light blue cloud, and several layers of blue of varying depths were bleached from the edge of the hem of the clothes and spread to the position of the calf. There was also a layer of white gauze on the outside.

It makes the clothes that look extraordinary more fresh and refined, with a vague and mysterious temperament, which is very consistent with the role positioning of the national teacher.

Yan Tao showed some surprise in her eyes. It was the first time she saw the garment making skills of the earthlings.

Such exquisiteness can even be said to be an embroidery of works of art, and they do not have it.

I didn't expect that this backward planet could still inherit such skills.

It just fits Young Master Yan’s preferences.

Xiaoqi: Master, this was designed by Feng Wei specially found a famous domestic stylist to design for you separately.

God knows that when Feng Wei described Yan Tao, he used all the praises and wished he could praise Yan Tao as a flower.

This led to the top domestic stylist being very curious about Yan Tao and wanted to know what she had to look like to make Director Feng, who had always been mean, look like this dog.

Therefore, he used up all his brain cells to turn his clothes in a stern, majestic and mysterious direction.

As long as Yan Tao has a slight disadvantage, she will definitely not be able to keep this piece of clothing.

You will also make a fool of yourself.

Boss Yan: The clothes are very good, I am quite satisfied.

Feng Wei sat in the prop room and was relieved to see this answer.

Although he didn't know what he was nervous about.

He stood up and shouted to the old man, "The master is satisfied and can stop work."

Lao Si...

He was carefully checking his clothes with gloves, and he snorted and laughed, "I asked me to make such a grand and ethereal costume. You'd better not lie to me, otherwise I won't be able to suppress my clothes, and I won't refund your money."

Feng Wei waved his hand indifferently, "It's okay, if he can't suppress your clothes, no one in the world can wear them."

That boy, whatever kind of clothes and people stand beside him, will only become a foil.
Chapter completed!