It seemed that I didn't say enough, and continued, "Besides, the women outside the mansion are pretty good, and you look like you are born with a look of human and gods. I guess your descendants will be very beautiful, and then you will be born with a bunch of little monsters.
Come out, Grandma Huang is so happy.”
After Xin Mo'er finished speaking, she threw away Feng Qingcang's hand and issued a cold order to expel the guest, "You go out. I was woken up by those women early in the morning. I'm tired now, don't disturb me to rest.
”
Feng Qingcang pursed his lips and chuckled, raised her delicate little chin, and looked at her intently, "Are you jealous?"
Xin Mo'er was a little annoyed and brushed off his hand that was pinching his chin, "Who is jealous of you!"
"What you said now." Feng Qingcang's eyes narrowed into a slit, "I just said you were jealous, and didn't say you were jealous of me. What are you doing so eager to admit the facts?"
"..." Xin Mo'er didn't expect that she would fall into his trap without realizing it, "Who is playing verbal games with you! Less talking nonsense!"
Feng Qingcang stared at her with a serious expression, "Did you never notice that I am the only one who is poor to you?"
"Prince, the old lady asks you to go to the front hall immediately." Xiao Liu returned from the front hall, interrupted their conversation, and stood at the door to report again.
Feng Qingcang nodded and took Xin Mo'er's hand again, "Let's go. I'll deal with the people outside alone, so bored."
Don't want to deal with it, will you not be afraid? Xin Mo'er cursed in her heart, but no longer expressed dissatisfaction on her face. Liu Mei had already urged her twice. If she pulled it down with him again, maybe she would have tea.
It's cold.
Xin Mo'er walked into the wardrobe and opened the door. The rows were all white. She felt very unappreciated. Finally, she found a set of sky blue and pleated flowers in a corner that was abandoned by her.
He took it out with a smile on his face, and did not deliberately avoid Feng Qingcang and put it on his body in front of him.
She didn't turn sideways. If she turned sideways, she would find that Feng Qingcang's eyes were full of stunning and undetectable joy.
After Xin Mo'er put the clothes on her body, she realized how difficult this set of clothes was to wear. The buttons on the rings were complicated. After mixing them for a long time, she couldn't get it done. She pulled the clothes off her body in a little discouraged manner.
, Halfway through, his hands were held by a pair of warm big hands.
Feng Qingcang put this sky blue dress back on her.
Xin Mo'er didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of him anymore, and lied with shamelessness, "I don't like this set of clothes."
"If you can't wear it, you won't wear it. I don't laugh at you or something, so you don't have to twist in front of me." Feng Qingcang lifted her hair that was falling into her clothes, organized her clothes in an orderly manner, and put those rings in the rings.
Pepe, button ribbons, etc., are taken care of bit by bit, and wear them step by step in order. "The clothes are of particularity, but they are not just randomly arranged like you just now."
How did she know that this dress has these particular things? If she had known that those daughters and ladies would be so troublesome to wear clothes on weekdays, she would be better than wearing the original clothes, which would be convenient and concise.
She thought that she must be sick today, so she became excited to wear this outfit.
Xin Mo'er was a head shorter than Feng Qingcang, so when he spoke at such a close distance, his breath hit her directly, making her ears hot.
"What qualifications do you have to make fun of me! Don't you like to give me some white clothes like snow and simple clothes? You should reflect on how you take care of me on weekdays."
Feng Qingcang looked at her deeply and said quietly, "I thought you like it. Since you don't like it, then I will order people to remove all the clothes here and prepare some of the most popular ones for you now.
The best one is for you, is it possible?”
If Xin Moer's previous habit of wearing clothes, she would wear whatever is simple and convenient. But now, she suddenly wanted to dress herself up. As a girl, she had the right to decorate herself beautifully.
, then nodded and responded, "Okay. Prepare more."
After Feng Qingcang put her clothes neatly, he put his hands on her shoulders on both sides of her, and his tone was a little teasing, "By the way, women are looking to please themselves, you suddenly remember to dress up yourself, but for me
?”
As if someone saw through his worries, Xin Mo'er's ears turned red with dissatisfaction and gave him a fierce look, "Who has tolerated you! I am very beautiful, and I don't need these external things.
Come and dress up.”
Feng Qingcang did not thimble with her this time, and nodded in agreement, "This is true. You are indeed beautiful. It is your shirt, not your clothes for you."
Since Xin Mo'er remembered, he rarely praised him. Now that he was praised, he didn't know what he said, and he glanced at the dressing table inadvertently.
There was some dust on the dressing table. I don’t know how long I hadn’t done my makeup seriously. Thinking of this, my feet moved to the dressing mirror.
He picked up the rouge box that had never been opened on the dressing table, gently opened it, reached out to it, and prepared to apply some on his face, but was knocked over to the ground by Feng Qingcang halfway.
"What are you doing?!" Xin Mo'er looked at the Kongwang's hands and roared angrily.
Feng Qingcang didn't expect her reaction to be so big, and hurriedly said, "You can't apply rouge now."
"Why can't I apply rouge fingers! Who wants you to meddle in other people's business?" Xin Mo'er's eyes were filled with tears of satisfaction. She finally decided to be a woman again, and to show her a look at herself more.
But he knocked over her rouge box directly. Doesn’t this mean that he directly rejected her intentions?
"I..." Feng Qingcang didn't expect that she would be so sad when she was so emotional. She thought for a while and explained, "If you have been left with these rouge for a long time, you can't use them, it will damage your skin.
”
Xin Mo'er noticed that her emotions were a little too intense, and snorted in a coma, turned around, stopped looking at him, reached her hand on the mouth fat made of red paper on the dressing table, picked up the red paper, and prepared to apply it.
Some onto the lips.
The lipstick of this era is equivalent to the lipstick of her previous life.
I lived to be over twenty in my previous life and I haven't even touched a lipstick once. Today, I have to try it out.
Feng Qingcang immediately took the red paper from her hand and threw it on the ground, "You can't apply fat."
Xin Mo'er squeezed her fists tightly, unable to bear it anymore, and the small universe exploded, "Why are you like an old mother? This can't be, that can't be! What do you want! You won't tell me that this fat is also inferior.
Right?!" Then he would be too inferior!
"This mouth fat is indeed inferior." Feng Qingcang shook his body and put his hands on her cheeks. "Actually, you are quite beautiful like this. I like you like this."
(The condition was not very good a few days ago. If you write something inappropriately, please forgive me.)