"Well, your makeup skills are a lot better."

Yang Ruoyan looked at herself in the mirror. Although it wasn't as exaggerated as she said, it wasn't much different.

"That Chen Yibo is simply blind. He mistook pearls for fish eyes. He is extremely hateful. If I were here, I would definitely slap him twice in the mouth and make him open his eyes. She doesn't want such a beautiful and lovely beauty, right?

His loss."

Hu Mengke said it carelessly, originally wanting to encourage Yang Ruoyan's confidence, but unexpectedly it touched her heartstrings again.

As soon as Chen Yibo's name was mentioned, her heart, which had finally calmed down, would start to stir, and she would experience inexplicable throbbing pain. Tears would fill her eyes without any need for brewing, and she would bow her head in silence.

When did she become such a crying woman?

Seeing her expression change drastically, Hu Mengke wanted to slap himself in the face first. It was true that there was no pot that could not be opened.

"Okay Yanyan, let's not mention those bad men. Let's go. I will take you to find the best medicine to cure lovelorn."

Hu Mengke then happily pulled her back to the bar and sat back in her original position.

"Keke, what are you talking about? Why do you want me to put on such heavy makeup?"

Yang Ruoyan touched his face from time to time and looked at the glass decoration of the bar, feeling uncomfortable all over.

Hu Mengke pinched her chin, shook it up and down, stared at her makeup for a long time, and said:

"Is it thick? It's already light makeup. It's probably because you don't usually wear much makeup that you think I put on too much makeup. It's just a psychological effect.

Hey, I really don’t understand, you and I are both studying acting, and you are also Fuqiao’s school beauty and the signature of Fuqiao, so how can you not wear makeup?”

"Haha, didn't I become Fuqiao's school beauty without any makeup? It's not makeup that decides whether Fuqiao is the brand or not. Isn't it popular now to look fresh and cool like Lolita?"

Hu Mengke heard what she said and glared at her with contempt.

"Hey, I'll give you a little sunshine and it'll be brighter. Okay, let's say that we are naturally beautiful and have unparalleled elegance. Without makeup, we are still beautiful, and with makeup, we are fairies.

Okay, it seems that your recovery speed is also very fast, much better than mine, at least you can talk back and joke."

"Isn't this just taking pleasure in suffering? Do you want to see me frown all the time?"

Yang Ruoyan lowered her head and played with her fingers in boredom. The loud music and colorful lights could not drive away the depression and pain in her heart at all. She just kept holding back, forcing herself not to mention it, and avoiding it as much as possible.

"Hey, here we go again. Women who are lovelorn are all crazy. Do you still want to know how to forget your ex?"

Hu Mengke tilted his mouth and shook his head. It seemed that he had to quickly save this lost woman.

"Well, tell me, let's see if you, an urban rotten girl, can think of any good ways to help me forget."

"Actually, this method is very simple. Look, are there many people in this bar?"

Hu Mengke pointed at the various men in the bar.

Yang Ruoyan casually looked at the men and women who were having fun, holding bottles of wine and blowing trumpets, and dancing wildly and crazy.

"So what? Can they make me forget Yibo?"

Hu Mengke poked her head, pulled her close to him, touched her face with his face, put his hand on her shoulder, then pointed at the people wriggling wildly on the dance floor and said:

"Look at these women in the bar, and then look at yourself, how are you inferior to them?

Look, aren't they surrounded by all kinds of men, old and young, handsome and ugly?

I dare to say it without any shame, except for me, no one in the whole bar is prettier than you!" "Well, your makeup skills are much better."

Yang Ruoyan looked at herself in the mirror. Although it wasn't as exaggerated as she said, it wasn't much different.

"That Chen Yibo is simply blind. He mistook pearls for fish eyes. He is extremely hateful. If I were here, I would definitely slap him twice in the mouth and make him open his eyes. She doesn't want such a beautiful and lovely beauty, right?

His loss."

Hu Mengke said it carelessly, originally wanting to encourage Yang Ruoyan's confidence, but unexpectedly it touched her heartstrings again.

As soon as Chen Yibo's name was mentioned, her heart, which had finally calmed down, would start to stir, and she would experience inexplicable throbbing pain. Tears would fill her eyes without any need for brewing, and she would bow her head in silence.

When did she become such a crying woman?

Seeing her expression change drastically, Hu Mengke wanted to slap himself in the face first. It was true that there was no pot that could not be opened.

"Okay Yanyan, let's not mention those bad men. Let's go. I will take you to find the best medicine to cure lovelorn."

Hu Mengke then happily pulled her back to the bar and sat back in her original position.

"Keke, what are you talking about? Why do you want me to put on such heavy makeup?"

Yang Ruoyan touched his face from time to time and looked at the glass decoration of the bar, feeling uncomfortable all over.

Hu Mengke pinched her chin, shook it up and down, stared at her makeup for a long time, and said:

"Is it thick? It's already light makeup. It's probably because you don't usually wear much makeup that you think I put on too much makeup. It's just a psychological effect.

Hey, I really don’t understand, you and I are both studying acting, and you are also Fuqiao’s school beauty and the signature of Fuqiao, so how can you not wear makeup?”

"Haha, didn't I become Fuqiao's school beauty without any makeup? It's not makeup that decides whether Fuqiao is the brand or not. Isn't it popular now to look fresh and cool like Lolita?"

Hu Mengke heard what she said and glared at her with contempt.

"Hey, I'll give you a little sunshine and it'll be brighter. Okay, let's say that we are naturally beautiful and have unparalleled elegance. Without makeup, we are still beautiful, and with makeup, we are fairies.

Okay, it seems that your recovery speed is also very fast, much better than mine, at least you can talk back and joke."

"Isn't this just taking pleasure in suffering? Do you want to see me frown all the time?"

Yang Ruoyan lowered her head and played with her fingers in boredom. The loud music and colorful lights could not drive away the depression and pain in her heart at all. She just kept holding back, forcing herself not to mention it, and avoiding it as much as possible.

"Hey, here we go again. Women who are lovelorn are all crazy. Do you still want to know how to forget your ex?"

Hu Mengke tilted his mouth and shook his head. It seemed that he had to quickly save this lost woman.

"Well, tell me, let's see if you, an urban rotten girl, can think of any good ways to help me forget."

"Actually, this method is very simple. Look, are there many people in this bar?"

Hu Mengke pointed at the various men in the bar.

Yang Ruoyan casually looked at the men and women who were having fun, holding bottles of wine and blowing trumpets, and dancing wildly and crazy.

"So what? Can they make me forget Yibo?"

Hu Mengke poked her head, pulled her close to him, touched her face with his face, put his hand on her shoulder, then pointed at the people wriggling wildly on the dance floor and said:

"Look at these women in the bar, and then look at yourself, how are you inferior to them?

Look, aren't they surrounded by all kinds of men, old and young, handsome and ugly?
Chapter completed!