Chapter 125 Who says men can’t love beauty

Author: Ju Gaogao

Chapter 125 Who says men can’t love beauty

"The colors and fragrances of these three boxes of rouge are similar, and it doesn't make much sense to buy them home. Otherwise, you can choose other styles? We can buy them with other creams." An Xiaoxiao glanced at the rouge box in the man's hand, and was about to give some advice, but the man interrupted impatiently and said, "I'll want these three boxes, hurry up, it's a bit hard."

The guest had obvious resistance, and An Xiaoxiao was inconvenient to say anything else. She smiled and nodded in response, packed the rouge quickly, and handed the gift over. She quickly said: "Customer, please walk slowly. There is a manual for the gift inside. If you think it is useful, come again."

The man paused, said thank you vaguely, grabbed the paper bag and left the shop quickly. The elementary apprentice who had been watching for a long time came over and said strangely: "This person is also strange. It's so awkward to pick rouge for his wife."

An Xiaoxiao smiled without saying a word, but instead raised her brow and frowned her apprentice's ear: "I'm talking so much now, why didn't you see you coming out to pick up the customer just now?"

"Oh! Master of the Pavilion!" The primary apprentice screamed in pain. He raised his head and said with a sad face: "Master of the Pavilion, when will I go back to the clinic?"

Want to leave? I finally trained you. What a joke, wait.

"Besides, you're doing your work first, and I'll let you go back when I'm recruiting someone." An Xiaoxiao glanced at him sideways, clapped her hands, told her to look at the store well, and turned to the Hongliuxuan warehouse to continue making a toner mask.

Small skin care classes are becoming more and more popular. Sometimes An Xiaoxiao is busy with the clinic for a long time and has not started classes. Some customers will come to ask specifically. Sales of men's skin care products are gradually increasing. Although most women come to buy them, they are still developing in a better direction.

"Men's facial skin is more likely to be oily, we are here." When the business is good, people will naturally make trouble. One day, Hongliuxuan opened a store to attend class as usual. A man inexplicably broke in and spat at Dawu and the primary school apprentice who were still wearing facial cream on his face, shouting: "What kind of good man can learn from women to apply makeup and powder? It's shameless!"

The man looked only forty years old, but he looked extremely mature. Although the clothes he wore were not of high quality, it was indeed hard to see cotton satin.

, it seems to be a wealthy family, but acts so rudely.

An Xiaoxiao observed for a moment and frowned.

"What are you doing?" The female guest next to him screamed in disgust. Liu Hong quickly met him, blocked the person behind him, and smiled at the uncle: "If there is anything wrong with this guest, let's go and talk to him."

"What's there to say!" The uncle pushed the person away. Liu Hong couldn't stand steadily and took several steps back. When she was about to fall, she was steadily supported by someone on her back. When she looked back, Dawu stood behind her at some point.

After helping the person firmly, Dawu stood in front of Liu Hong silently. His forehead was scattered in front of him, and there was still unwiped foam on his face. This action caused the women next to him to breathe in.

An Xiaoxiao walked up from behind, patted her arm comfortably, walked forward and raised her eyebrows: "Uncle, if you have something to say, it's not a good habit to do something."

The uncle looked unhappy, pointed his finger at An Xiaoxiao and his fucked, and said with a spit on his lips: "My son was deceived by you and bought toner, and he tinkered with his face in the mirror every day. It's not a man or a woman. It's a sin!"

"Then let your son come, we will give him a refund." An Xiaoxiao didn't want to pay too much attention to such a stubborn person. She was about to call Dawu to drive people out, but a young man stumbled outside the store.

The boy looked not very old, at the age of seventeen or eighteen, with a fair skin, but unfortunately his face was covered with freckles. He dodged his eyes and did not dare to look at An Xiaoxiao and the others, but just lowered his head and pulled the uncle's arm and whispered: "Dad, go back with me first, let's talk to you when you go home."

"What are you going back, a loser! Take out the things and return the goods!" The uncle grabbed the boy's arm with his back hand, dragged him hard to An Xiaoxiao, and shouted at the top of his throat. The boy's eyes were red, and he could only bow his head in embarrassment and kept begging in a low voice.

"I have used it all, so how can I return it?"

"What are you talking about? If you have the ability, please help them get the money back!"

There was a female customer in the store who couldn't stand it and came out to help. The uncle quarreled with the person directly. The scene suddenly became chaotic and the rhythm of class was disturbed. An Xiaoxiao's head buzzed. She took a deep breath and stood directly in front of the uncle and said aloud: "Uncle, I'll refund you, but make it clear that I'm not because of my indifference, but because I feel pity for you."

"Pity me?" The uncle raised his voice. He frowned with a rough brow. He was about to argue with An Xiaoxiao, but was blocked by Dawu. The uncle's face froze. Just as he was about to attack, he saw Dawu staring at him with a gloomy face. His expression changed for a few moments, and finally squeezed out the word "you" from his throat.

"Pity you are still confused when you know your destiny. You are not close to your son. If something happens, you are unwilling to ask for reasons. Instead, you come to the store to make trouble. You are neither a qualified father nor a man who stands tall!"

"What do you mean? Tell me clearly!" The uncle was blushed when he was said. He was a head shorter than Dawu. He was stopped in front of him and couldn't approach An Xiaoxiao, so he could only pant.

"What do I mean? Tell me why men cannot apply makeup or dress up. Everyone has a love for beauty. The beginning of etiquette lies in the correct appearance and color. What is wrong with men keeping their appearance neat? Masculinity lies in their behavior, not in their appearance. Could it be that they have to apply yellow mud on their faces and smell of sweat on their bodies is a sign of masculinity?"

"Your son bought our Hongliuxuan stuff. If you don't ask a question, you will call us liars and call your son unkind. In front of so many people, you will not be confused? At least I won't treat my son like this."

"You!" An Xiaoxiao's words made the man speechless. Most of the people around him were regular customers in the shop, and they all cheered. The man turned red and was so angry that he couldn't speak. He stretched out his fingers and pointed at An Xiaoxiao. After saying three good words, he glared at Dawu, pulled the boy and turned around and was about to leave. An Xiaoxiao flashed and blocked his way.

"What are you going to do again!" Seeing that An Xiaoxiao finally came out, the man was furious and reached out to push her. Unexpectedly, before his hand was stretched out, his shoulders hurt, and he couldn't move directly. He stared at the terror, "You!"

An Xiaoxiao went directly over him and walked towards the boy who had been shaking his hair down and did not dare to make a sound. She pulled up his hand, stuffed two small porcelain bottles into her palm, and said softly: "These two can be used together to lighten the freckles on her face. When they are used up, if they want, come to the store to find me again."

After saying that, she waved her arm and heard the sound of the man behind her panting. She didn't even look back and threw a few silver pieces from her cuffs into his arms. She said lazyly that Dawu would take him off, but she ignored the two of them and began to evacuate the onlookers with Liu Hong.
Chapter completed!