On the twenty-ninth floor of the famous Linjiang Gate, He Guaner sat on the wide sofa in the living room, looking around the empty space, and sighed unconsciously.

Trenches, really trenches, inhumane trenches. One person dominates the space of 600 square meters, and there are few pieces of furniture, which makes it like an exhibition hall, and the words are echoed.

This is a high-end real estate that she has heard of, with a house price of more than 100,000 square meters.

Mo Chunshan lives here, it's not strange at all - she just wonders, how can Mo Chunshan raise such an ordinary native cat as Xiao Hei, no, briquettes.

Thinking of this, He Guaner saw the briquettes running out of the back room,

On her own turf, the briquettes were rather lame, with their tails standing up on their toes, and walked past her.

As he walked, he glanced at her and let out a provocative "meow-"

It's so annoying!

He Wan'er angrily swung his fist at it, but the briquette seemed to understand the meaning of her action, and immediately shrank to the foot of Mo Chunshan, who was sitting opposite her, and did not leave an inch.

I actually looked!

Are even cats so scheming now?

"Xiao Hei doesn't hate you," Mo Chunshan looked at the cat at his feet, "Just don't force it to hug it." ”

"Let's call it a briquette," He Wan'er frowned, "just change its name like this, I'm afraid it will hate me for the rest of my life." ”

"Okay, I'll listen to you. He replied, in a soft voice.

He Guan'er just couldn't hear it, and she didn't know how to answer - she always felt that the attitude of the person in front of her had changed a little weirdly, which made her very uncomfortable.

So he simply silently competed with the briquettes to divert his attention.

She and the briquettes were staring at each other, but they heard another coquettish meow in their ears.

"And cats!" she said unconsciously, and her eyes widened curiously, looking for a trace of the other cat.

Sure enough, the next second she saw a white cat running over, with a body larger than a briquette, white fur, blue eyes, and a perfect appearance like a toy cat.

"Oh my God!" she cried out unconsciously, "it's beautiful." ”

Mo Chunshan saw that her eyes were bright, and the corners of his mouth were almost inaudible, "This is a ragdoll cat, it's called Xiaocao." ”

He Wan'er froze, and that strange dream popped up in his mind inexplicably.

But before she could think about it, the cat had already run over, first rubbing Mo Chunshan's trouser leg, and then tilting its head to look at He Wan'er.

"Xiaocao likes you," Mo Chunshan said quietly, "It's much more docile than briquettes, you can try it, maybe you can hug it." ”

With the cat, He Wan'er immediately lost Mo Chunshan in his eyes, and he didn't care about him, squatting down and trying to tease him.

With the lessons of briquettes, she naturally didn't dare to expect this cat to take care of her.

However, Xiaocao actually ran to her, jumped on the sofa, and lay down on her lap.

Then let her touch her head, her stomach, and her ears-where did He Wan'er still care about being angry with Mo Chunshan, and he only felt that his heart was about to melt.

She gently scratched the centimeter of hair on the grass's neck, and the cat narrowed its eyes in enjoyment.

She teased the cat, and she couldn't even hear a knock on the door, until someone approached the living room and stood in front of her.

He Wan'er felt that the sunlight entering through the window seemed to be blocked by someone, and when he looked up, he saw the person in front of him, and he was still in a trance.

"Hello, Miss He," Cai Jia stood in front of her, smiling, "I am now your personal assistant." ”

Caijia is back to work again, but this time, it is Mo Chunshan who pays for it, and the object of her service is He Waner.

To plan a grand wedding in less than a month, it is obvious that He Wan'er can't do it alone, and Caijia, who is exquisitely done and does everything well, is obviously the best choice.

So Mo Chunshan invited her back.

As soon as Caijia arrived, he brought more than a dozen sets of clothes and a lot of bags and jewelry.

He Wan'er understands that this is to choose her "battle robe" tonight.

Mo Chunshan's home is very large, and naturally there are many rooms.

Caijia dragged her into a guest room, and by the way, she instructed the assistant to carry everything in, and then, seriously help her choose which outfit to wear.

Women are born to love beauty, and He Wan'er is no exception, in an afternoon, she finally determined three sets of clothes from inside, and it was difficult to choose for a while.

Caijia simply pushed her to sit in front of the dresser and said, "I'll decide later, the stylist will be here soon, put on makeup and do hair first." ”

He Wan'er was dumbfounded: "Won't it?"

She was brought to Linjiang by Mo Chunshan in a daze today, and she just brought a small bag when she went out, of course, she didn't bring air cushions, lipstick, eyebrow pencils, eyeliners, etc., if there was no reminder from Caijia, she would have forgotten that she was in a state of being plain.

Fortunately, Caijia was very thoughtful, and she couldn't help He Wan'er customize the skin care products and makeup that were most suitable for her skin in a hurry, so she simply hired a professional to get it at a high price.

He Wan'er was a little afraid that the makeup artist would be too heavy.

She repeatedly emphasized that the painting should be lighter, and the stylist finally gave her the freshest and most natural makeup, only drawing inner eyeliner, lightly sweeping her eyebrows, with almond powder lipstick, and her hair is also in the natural state of clear soup noodles, which looks both generous and dignified and not aggressive.

He Wan'er is quite satisfied - although she is acting, she also has to be professional enough, she must not let Mo Chunshan's family treat her as a dusty woman, and try to make herself look less aggressive.

Otherwise, once the other party makes a disrespectful remark, she is afraid that she can't help but lose her temper and scold her back-when the time comes, the chickens and eggs will be beaten, and she will not get some extra money, but she will mess up Mo Chunshan's affairs, and it will be over.

After the makeup is done, it's time to choose clothes again. Caijia left the decision in her hands and let her choose.

He Wan'er was very entangled, took the clothes to the cloakroom with a sad face, and compared them repeatedly.

Caijia was picking up jewelry outside, and when He Waner walked out in a self-conscious and low-key set, Caijia's eyes lit up.

Before she could admire and express her opinion, she heard a soft knock on the door.

After getting up and opening the door, he found Mo Chunshan standing at the door.

He was wearing a dark gray suit without a tie, but the style was quite formal, and his hair was obviously well-groomed and untidy.

When he saw Caijia, he said, "It seems that you have spent a lot of ......time starting at seven o'clock in the evening."

Before he finished his sentence, he saw He Wan'er, who was dressed in new clothes.

When I brought her over at noon, she was still in a state of fried hair and plain face, and now she is so glamorous.

He Wan'er met his eyes, but he was a little timid, and he turned his head and didn't dare to look at him.

Mo Chunshan did not hide the amazement in his eyes, smiled and nodded: "This set is very good, just choose this set." ”

He also instructed Caijia: "Miss He will wear this set, and you will wear some suitable jewelry." In addition, you ask someone to send shoes at the door, wait and choose a pair. ”

He looked at He Wan'er again and said, "When you go out in a camel-colored coat for a while, it is best to wear a pair of light-colored shoes." ”