See you tomorrow? Wen Qing frowned in confusion. Did he say it wrong or did she hear it wrong? When she was about to think deeply, Wen's mother's voice sounded again, and she hurriedly responded, "Here we come."
Holding her cell phone and wearing indoor slippers, she jogged down. Father Wen and Mother Wen had already put the food on the table. Seeing her jogging, he worriedly told her to walk slowly, don't fall, and wash her hands.
Treat her like a three-year-old child.
The three of them ate. Father Wen happily cooked eight dishes, all of which were favorites of Mother Wen and Wen Qing. He happily added rice to them so they could eat more.
After lunch, because the sun was scorching outside, they naturally didn't go out. Wen's father and Wen's mother took a break and went to take a lunch break. Wen Qing also went back to the room to open the computer to check the account data and reply messages.
There were happy holiday messages sent by colleagues at work, as well as messages from classmates and friends. After replying to Tongle one by one with warmth, I went to check the video uploaded yesterday.
It was released on time last night. She was in the car and came back too late. She called Xu Du to report that she was home safely, and then went to wash up. She was so sleepy that she forgot about the video.
Fortunately, Assistant Lin arranged for someone to follow up. She was a sister from the operations department whom she had never met but often communicated and worked with online. She was responsible for the operation and data of the account.
At 9:30 in the morning, she sent several excited messages, all of which were about specific figures about the surge in video data.
It can be seen from the text how excited she was. Wenqing first looked at the account data and comment area. They were all good comments. The data was also increasing. She breathed a sigh of relief, but she was also thinking at the same time.
Read the content of the next issue.
Don’t relax just because of the data of one piece of content!
She reopened the dialog box and replied to the WeChat message from the operations lady. At the same time, Yourong Yan also calmly analyzed the data and control reviews, as well as the next content direction.
After dealing with this, she went to check the group chat information of the three of them. They were all written by Lin Ling. It could be seen from the text that she typed with great force and anger.
I can understand every word, but when they are put together, it is much more interesting. Although Wenqing is often old-fashioned, she is also a surfer, and she also knows new vocabulary and buzzwords.
Moreover, the major she studied also made her accustomed to paying attention to new hot spots and current news all the time. Her thoughts can be said to be very new, but in some aspects, she still maintains the traditional old-fashioned.
Every sentence in the previous article ends with an angry exclamation point. Wenqing is sitting on the desk in front of the window sill, wearing headphones, sliding the mouse, and moving the corners of her mouth slightly.
There were about ten 60-second voices interspersed in the middle. The background of the sound was a little noisy and a little quiet. It sounded like someone was eating outside because the waiter's voice could be vaguely heard along with it.
Her eyes flickered tenderly, and after reading all the information, a certain scene she had seen in a TV series popped up in her mind.
Picture of the serious fox brother from aristocratic family playing with the little white rabbit.
Not enough... Lin Ling's metaphors... Giant baby? Old man? Dog man? Old fox?... Each adjective is not a good word, novel and malicious.
Wen Xixi "hug" and sent three cute bag emoticons in a row.
A video invitation popped up on the computer, and he picked it up with a warm smile. He heard his voice before he saw the person.
Lin Ling said, "Wen Xixi, I'm going to be so angry!" One night passed, and she was still very, very angry. How could there be such a bad old man!
"Don't be angry. If you make yourself angry, you will make others happy." He comforted her with a warm and gentle voice.
"He is just a dog man!! I have been reading novels and TV series all year round, and I have met many men. He is the most doggy and most annoying man, no one..." Lin Ling complained.
Her only release now is to vent the anger in her belly, otherwise she will suffocate herself to death if she covers up her anger.
Time goes back to Guangdong City at five o'clock last night.
The reason she ended the phone call with Wenqing was because her mother-in-law had arrived and she had to pick him up, so she couldn't afford to neglect him.
"My lord, this is..." He opened the door and was about to bend down to ask for the invitation. He saw that his lord was not the only one outside, but there were also two fashionable and exquisitely dressed women behind him, carrying small boxes and
Wear a dustproof gown.
"That's right! It's just what you want." Mother Lin took her wrist and walked into the house, not forgetting to say to the person behind her, "Come in."
Lin Ling was really confused. "Wait a minute...wait a minute, aren't we going to have dinner with Brother Lin Shen later?"
"Yes." Mother Lin sat her down on the dressing table in the room, then looked at the man with messy hair and bare face in the mirror and said with a smile, "So I have to dress up well so as not to be rude to others."
After saying this, he didn’t give her any chance to refute, and said to the two people who followed behind her, “Help her take care of herself.”
"Okay, madam." The taller woman nodded and responded, her face expressionless, like a cold-faced goddess.
"No...Mother, we just went to have a meal. There is no need to be so...grand." All the dresses came in handy. Isn't this a bit exaggerated? We are not going to a party.
Mother Lin let go and sent her to the sofa aside, with a warning look in her eyes. Lin Ling sat on the dressing chair very spinelessly.
"Brother Lin Shen invites you to dinner. Of course it must be grand. Didn't you see that your mother is already dressed up and ready?" Mother Lin sat up like a lady, straightening her waist to show off her low-key and luxurious dress with gold threads.
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Lin Ling looked at it and thought to herself, she was not dressed up that day. "My mother, there is really no need." There is no need to dress up like this!
"Put her makeup on." Mother Lin ignored her resistance and said to the man who had already opened his suitcase and was ready to work.
Seeing Mother Lin like this, Lin Ling knew that resistance was futile, and turned around with a look of despair. Ge You lay on the ground, leaning against the back of the chair, and allowed others to order him.
She really doesn't understand her mother-in-law's behavior. Is it like this to just have a meal? It's not... okay, it's the first time, but it doesn't have to be like this.
"Miss, why don't you go change your clothes first, and then we'll put on your makeup?" the cold-faced female makeup artist motioned to the assistant behind her who was holding the clothes.
Lin Ling sighed. After all, he couldn't escape. He nodded feebly, stood up, took the clothes from the female assistant, and walked to the bathroom.
It's not an exaggeration to see that the clothes were on, otherwise she would have stuffed her into the toilet and flushed her into the sewer.
It seems that Ms. Ling Qiu has good taste and knows her daughter's style, which is not sexy.
The French-style first love puff-sleeved dress has a little fluffiness. She thought it was an evening dress and was scared to death.
When I saw that it was the dress I liked, the dissatisfaction in my heart disappeared, and I happily put it on quickly.
When they saw her walking out in a white French princess dress, the female makeup artists and assistants were all amazed by her. They were all tailor-made haute couture.
It fit her well and looked good, and looked completely different from the loose home clothes just now.
"The dress looks great, but you look even better," the female makeup artist said.
"Miss, you look so good in this outfit, you look so fairy-like," the female assistant agreed.
Lin Ling was a little embarrassed to be praised. Just when she was about to say something modestly, Mother Lin said exaggeratedly and proudly, "She is indeed my daughter, follow me, she is so beautiful!"
"Mom, be humble!" The slightest hint of embarrassment was instantly wiped out by Ms. Ling Qiu's narcissism.
"I must be modest, my beauty won't allow it." Mother Lin walked around her, very satisfied.
Lin Ling trembled with coldness, then walked around Mother Lin and walked to the chair in front of the dressing table to sit down, giving Mother Lin a thumbs up to praise her confidence.
Then he raised his head and shouted to the cold-faced female makeup artist behind him, "Sister, you can start."
The female makeup artist and female assistant are familiar with both of them, and their way of getting along with each other is also unfamiliar. They find it funny and warm.
She nodded and walked forward, taking a look at her skin. It was a little dry. "Miss, let me cleanse and replenish you with water first, and then put on your makeup. Do you think that's okay?"
"Yeah." Lin Ling nodded, as if it was up to you to do whatever you wanted, and then reached for the phone on the table and started playing with it.
The female makeup artist wiped her face with clean water, then applied a moisturizing mask, let her rest for a while with her eyes closed, and then began to braid her hair up and down.
Another shorter female assistant was assisting her at the side, and her hands and feet were also quick to hand her what she needed as quickly as possible.
Mother Lin proudly walked back to the sofa and sat down. She was very satisfied with his cooperation and praise. She was a little bored just sitting and waiting, so she picked up the book she had thrown on the sofa casually.
Seeing the cover of The Mary Sue, Mrs. Lin muttered in disgust, but she still opened the pages of the book. While she was disgusted, she flipped through the pages and accidentally fell into the plot.
The cold-faced makeup artist worked very quickly. She looked sweet and cute. She braided a cute princess hairdo without too many decorations, but it already showed her beauty. When fifteen minutes were up, she took off the mask on her face.
Wipe her clean with water and then start applying makeup.
"Miss, you have a good foundation. You are already rosy without applying powder." She is a bit aloof, but looking at her sweet and lovely little beauty, her love for beauty is naturally happy, especially now that she is in her own house.
The 'work' is satisfying and satisfying, and joyful and joyful.
"Thank you." Although Lin Ling felt a little angry, it was not the makeup artist's fault. She said that she also had a job and was so friendly, so naturally she would not embarrass him.
The paralyzed and cold-faced female makeup artist smiled, and then continued what she was doing. After about five minutes, she was basically finished.
She said again, "Are you satisfied with it?"
Lin Ling then raised her head from her phone and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't have any exaggerated make-up, it was similar to bare make-up. She was very happy and satisfied.
"Thank you sister, I'm very satisfied." Lin Ling smiled in the mirror, so that she wouldn't feel awkward when going out.
"You're welcome", the cold-faced female makeup artist finally showed her first smile. She looked in the mirror and felt that she had given up something. She glanced around and saw a piece of jewelry hanging casually on the accessories shelf on her dressing table.
The avocado green hairband was wearing a lace headband. Her eyes lit up, and she knew what her shortcomings were. "Wait a minute, tie this on."
As you spoke, you reached for the hair tie on her desk, then passed it through your fluffy braided hair behind her head and tied a beautiful bow.
It instantly adds a touch of freshness and agility, and it looks so good. “Perfect!”