When the butler stepped forward to help pull the chair, Song Yunyun smiled and said, "Just have me here, you can go and do something else."
The housekeeper looked very eyebrow and lowered his eyes and retreated.
Song Yunyun pulled a chair for him.
Jiang Yaojing sat down, and she stood behind the chair, "I made it, try it quickly, you know, it's rare for me to cook."
"I know."
When she was at home, she was in a hurry to go to work every day.
The breakfast was basically prepared by Ma Wu.
They went out after eating.
Jiang Yaojing was very proud of his face and ate the fried egg first.
It’s obviously just an ordinary fried egg, but it’s not as good as Wu Ma’s fried one.
But he just thought it was very good to eat.
Song Yunyun put his hand on his shoulder, hugged him from behind, and asked gently, "Is it delicious?"
Jiang Yaojing nodded lightly.
Song Yunyun said, "When you are busy, you have to eat breakfast, otherwise it will be bad for your stomach."
Jiang Yaojing turned around, held her hand, and said, "I understand."
"After you finish eating, then you can leave quickly and don't delay things."
While speaking, she wanted to pull out her hand, but Jiang Yaojing clenched it even tighter. He pulled it harder, and Song Yunyun's body had to get closer.
He raised his head and kissed her lips.
I deliberately rubbed the light oil stains from the egg I just ate and rubbed her mouth.
Then I let go with satisfaction, stood up, picked up the napkin and wiped my mouth gracefully.
"I'm leaving."
Song Yunyun wiped her lips and said unhappily, "Scholar."
But there was a happy smile on his face.
...
After breakfast, Huo Xun brought the makeup artist.
Song Yunyun sat in front of the dressing table, cooperating and not moving.
"I don't like too much makeup," she said.
She was afraid that the makeup artist would put on her too gorgeous.
"No, please believe in my professionalism." said the makeup artist. "Your facial features are beautiful. I already have ideas and will definitely satisfy you."
Song Yunyun said, "Then I'll bother you."
Her eyes were clear and lively, and did not need too much embellishment. They only needed thin eyeliners and soft eye shadows to embellish, highlighting a touch of charm that was revealed in natural tenderness.
This charm is not frivolous, but a manifestation of feminine charm.
Her hair was black and slightly curly.
She had never burned it before, just the kind of slight curls that were carefully curled.
Actually, it doesn't.
...
More than an hour later.
The makeup and hair are basically done.
The makeup artist looked at the person in the mirror and was very proud of his work.
Because Song Yunyun is so beautiful.
It's already half past nine.
Song Yunyun had to wear a dress and jewelry.
She packed it up and it was just ten o'clock.
“It’s perfect.”
The makeup artist said.
Song Yunyun was also very satisfied, it was indeed the feeling she wanted.
She walked out with her skirt.
Huo Xun followed.
On the way to the side door, an extended version of Bentley Mussanne was parked.
Compared to Rolls-Royce's domineering aura, Bentley is more gentlemanly, low-key and solemn, and has no loss of aura!
Huo Xun walked to the front and opened the car door.
Song Yunyun bent down and sat in.
There is a staggered small slit on the left side of the skirt, which is a little sexy and not overly exposed.
She sat down and would go upwards, revealing her thighs.
Jiang Yaojing looked over.
Song Yunyun covered her, "I'm not used to it at all."
Jiang Yaojing took a thin blanket and covered her.
When he came over, Song Yunyun grabbed his hand.
Jiang Yaojing raised his eyes and said, "Nervous?"
Song Yunyun nodded.
Jiang Yaojing comforted and said, "You just need to follow me, and you don't have to say anything."
She felt more and more that she was not a good match for him.
Not the kind of person who can stand beside her husband and stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
Everything he has obtained through his own hard work.
She only enjoyed the kind of life he brought to herself.
But I didn't put any effort into this success.
She took a deep breath and joked, "Look at me, is it qualified to make a vase?"
Jiang Yaojing heard what she said, raised her eyebrows and said, "You are the best in your field and are not inferior to me, do you know? I feel honored to have you as my wife, you are better than me."
There are so many noble people, I am full of the smell of money, and you save life."
Song Yunyun really felt inferior, but after hearing his words, he became confident again, "Really?"
"Of course." Jiang Yaojing answered her shoulders with affirmative answer, "Don't be afraid, I'm there."
Song Yunyun smiled and said, "I'm not afraid. If you really make a fuss, I'll let you deal with the aftermath."
...
The car drove for a long time before it stopped.
The car door is opened by a special person.
Jiang Yaojing got out of the car first, walked over, reached out to her, she put her hand in the palm of his hand, and bent down.
She looked up and saw the building in front of her.