When the housekeeper came forward to help pull out the chair, Song Yunyun smiled and said, "As long as I'm here, you can go do other things."
The butler had a look on his face and lowered his eyes.
Song Yunyun pulled out a chair for him.
Jiang Yaojing sat down and she stood behind the chair, "I made it, try it. You know, I rarely cook."
"I know."
When she is at home, she is in a hurry to go to work every day.
Breakfast is basically prepared by Wu’s mother.
They went out after eating.
Jiang Yaojing was very considerate and ate fried eggs first.
It's obviously just an ordinary omelette, not as good as Wu Ma's.
But he just felt that it was particularly delicious.
Song Yunyun put her hands on his shoulders, hugged him from behind, and asked gently, "Does it taste good?"
Jiang Yaojing snorted lightly.
Song Yunyun said, "If you are busy, you must have breakfast, otherwise it will be bad for your stomach."
Jiang Yaojing turned back, held her hand, and said, "I understand."
"You've finished eating, then you should go quickly, don't delay things."
As she spoke, she wanted to take her hand out, but Jiang Yaojing's grip tightened. He pulled a little harder, and Song Yunyun had to move closer.
He raised his head and kissed her lips.
He deliberately rubbed the oil stains from the eggs he just ate into her mouth.
Then he let go with satisfaction, stood up, picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth elegantly.
"I'm leaving."
Song Yunyun wiped her lips and said angrily, "Childish."
But his face was filled with a happy smile.
…
After breakfast, Huo Xun brought the makeup artist.
Song Yunyun sat in front of the dressing table and sat still in cooperation.
"I don't like too much makeup," she said.
She is afraid of makeup artists who paint her with too bright makeup.
"No, please trust my professionalism." The makeup artist said, "Your facial features are very beautiful. I already have an idea and I will definitely satisfy you."
Song Yunyun said, "Then I'll trouble you."
Her eyes are clear and smart, and do not need too much embellishment. They only need thin eyeliner and soft eye shadow to embellish them to highlight a hint of charm revealed in natural gentleness.
This kind of charm is not frivolous, but a display of female charm.
Her hair is black and slightly curly.
She hasn't had it permed, it just has that natural slightly curled look, as if it's been carefully taken care of.
Actually it doesn't.
…
More than an hour later.
Makeup and hair are basically done.
The makeup artist looked at the person in the mirror and was very proud of her work.
Because Song Yunyun is so beautiful.
It's already half past nine.
Song Yunyun had to put on a dress and jewelry.
She packed it up just before ten o'clock.
“Perfect.”
the makeup artist said.
Song Yunyun was also very satisfied, it was indeed the feeling she wanted.
She held up her skirt and walked out.
Huo Xun followed.
Parked on the road to the side entrance was an extended version of the Bentley Mulsanne.
Compared with the domineeringness of Rolls-Royce, Bentley is more gentlemanly, low-key and solemn without losing aura!
Huo Xun walked to the front and opened the car door.
Song Yunyun bent over and sat in.
There is a small staggered slit on the left side of the skirt, which is a little sexy but not too revealing.
When she sits down, she goes up a little, exposing her thighs.
Jiang Yaojing looked over.
Song Yunyun covered his head, "I'm not used to it."
Jiang Yaojing took a thin blanket and covered her.
When he came over, Song Yunyun grabbed his hand.
Jiang Yaojing raised his eyes, "Nervous?"
Song Yunyun nodded.
Jiang Yaojing comforted me and said, "Just stay with me. You don't have to say anything."
She felt more and more that she was not a good match for him.
He is not the kind of person who can stand beside his husband and be shoulder to shoulder with him.
Everything he has is achieved through his own hard work.
She only enjoyed the generous life he brought to her.
But he did not contribute a single bit to this success.
She took a deep breath and joked, "Look at me, am I qualified to be a vase?"
Jiang Yaojing heard the meaning of her words, raised his eyebrows and said, "You are the best in your field, not inferior to me, you know? I feel honored to have you as my wife, you are better than me
It’s much more noble. My body is full of the copper stench of money, but you save lives.”
Song Yunyun really had an inferiority complex, but after listening to his words, he became confident again, "Really?"
"Of course." Jiang Yaojing replied firmly, leaning on her shoulder, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Song Yunyun smiled and said, "I'm not afraid. If I really mess up something, I'll let you deal with the aftermath."
…
The car drove for a long time before it stopped.
The car door has to be opened by a dedicated person.
Jiang Yaojing got out of the car first, walked over and stretched out his hand towards her. She put her hand on his palm and bent down.
She raised her head and saw the building in front of her.