The Domineering Boss is Addicted to the Convict novel Chapter 2253

Zhuo Qianyun chose a simple Chinese Hanfu dress, which fit right over her clothes.

Meanwhile, Ye Wenming wore a military uniform from the Second World War.

It was refreshing to see him wear that. It was Zhuo Qianyun’s first time seeing Ye Wenming in a military uniform too.

For the first time, she learned how good he looked in a military uniform!

There were already gasps from all around them. The parents reacted better. Some of the women only showed a look of amazement on their faces.

However, the little girls here were already nine to ten years old. Some of them usually fangirled over celebrities. As soon as they saw Ye Wenming in a military uniform, their eyes instantly lit up as they started chattering. Some even took out their phones to take photos of Ye Wenming.

It did not bother Ye Wenming. Instead, he started serving drinks as requested.

Thanks to Ye Wenming, their business was booming. Many people from other classes ran over to have Ye Wenming ‘serve’ them. Even Lil Yan's class teacher could not help taking a photo of Ye Wenming serving customers their drinks and then posting it on social media along with the caption—’The waiter today is so handsome! He's a gentle and handsome father!’

Moments later, someone replied in the comments.

Friend: [What's this? Is the waiter's name Ye Wenming?]

The class teacher only knew Zhuo Qianyun's name but not Ye Wenming's, so she replied to the comment.

Class teacher: [What's the matter? Do you know him? Is he a celebrity?]

Friend: [A celebrity? That's the president of Ye Group!]

She let out a low cry. She tried to undo it, but the more she fumbled with it, the worse the tangle became. After all, she could not see.

Ye Wenming, who was the first to notice that something was wrong with Zhuo Qianyun, walked to her side. He saw at a glance that her hair was caught in the inner clasp of her dress. "Don't move. I'll help you out," he said.

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and began fumbling, trying to detangle her hair from the clasp.

Zhuo Qianyun stiffened instantly. Their bodies were so close at this moment. He was tall, so the proximity made it seem like he was embracing her.

His scent almost enveloped her.

All her blood seemed to rush to her face.