"Turn your head quickly!" Jiang Yuan exclaimed angrily.

"It's all your fault! I change my clothes honestly, and ask some messy questions? As a result, I see things that I shouldn't see!" Pu Xiaoxiang instead complained first, "By the way, what did you just ask that store for? Do you think the clothes are not suitable?"

Jiang Shuiyuan finally put on those pants with shame and anger, and his shattered self-esteem was barely picked up, and he replied angrily: "I think the quality of the clothes is good, and I plan to go to that store to rent a dress when I get married in the future, can't I?"

"Yes, of course, but remember to call me when the time comes, and I can ask the shopkeeper to give you a 20% discount." Pu Xiaoxiang completely ignored Jiang Shuiyuan's grief and indignation, as if what happened just now was like a hair blown away by a strong wind, and it didn't matter at all: "Remember to squeak after changing your clothes, I still have to put on makeup for you!"

"Do you want to put on makeup?" Jiang Shuiyuan felt that he was about to have a psychological shadow.

"Do you think I'm willing to put on makeup for you? Do you think it's fun to put on makeup for stinky men?" Pu Xiaoxiang immediately straightened his face, "Even if my makeup skills are so bad that I don't have any friends, as long as I make a little noise in school, I want the boy who gives me makeup to go around the playground three times, believe it or not? Now that Miss Ben has offered to put on makeup for you, you can have fun! If you are still seven dissatisfied with eight people who are not angry, what do you want? Let Liu Chenyu or Wu Zichen give you makeup, or do it yourself?"

"Okay then, I'll take care of you!" Jiang Shuiyuan accepted his fate: Anyway, after worshipping ninety-nine eighty-one, it is not bad for this last trembling.

Struggling to get dressed, Jiang Shuiyuan moved back to his original seat and found that Pu Xiaoxiang had taken out a large makeup case and was waiting there. He asked a little worriedly: "Just put on the car, although the car is very stable, but in case you encounter a ditch or speed bump or something, are you sure that your hands can hold it?" Of course, if you put on clown makeup for me, such a bump in the eyebrows and lipstick, maybe there will be a magical effect of 'makeup is natural, and you can get it with good hands'. ”

Pu Xiaoxiang gave him a blank look: "Have you ever seen a clown wearing such a handsome dress?"

Jiang Shuiyuan looked down at the dress on his body, this is a pure white casual suit style, with a black bow tie, elegant and smart, and there is no lack of restraint in publicity, it is estimated that normal people are dressed like this at weddings. And it contrasts with Pu Xiaoxiang's pure white slim dress, which is indeed a very good match. But Jiang Shuiyuan refused to admit defeat: "I've never seen a clown wear such a handsome dress before, but what if it's a clown getting married today?"

"Do you think a clown can have such a beautiful wife? Esmeralda won't like Quasimodo!" Pu Xiaoxiang felt that what he said was a bit too much, and immediately took out a bottle of gel water from the makeup box and began to fiddle with Jiang Shuiyuan's hair: "Don't worry! Now let's roughly touch the hair first, and then apply powder and foundation, as for delicate work such as eyebrow drawing and lipstick, wait until the car stops steadily!"

Yes, how could Esmeralda fall in love with Quasimodo? As for himself, he was just Quasimodo, who had stolen the remains of Furbis, how could he really win the favor of Esmeralda? For a while, Jiang Shuiyuan's thoughts were scattered and fluttering, and he absentmindedly let Pu Xiaoxiang fiddle.

I have to say that the extraterrestrial production must be a high-quality product. Jiang Shuiyuan's withered yellow curls that were originally messy and weak on the top of his head have now turned into smooth, shiny, soft and elastic dark straight hair. Pu Xiaoxiang flicked a few times at will, and a fashionable and cool hairstyle appeared in front of him. She nodded with great satisfaction, then put down the gel and began the all-important facial makeup.

Cleaning the skin is the most important preparation procedure before applying makeup, and Pu Xiaoxiang opened a pack of wipes and wiped it carefully.

This is the first time she has observed the boy's face so closely, and this boy is still a river source, only to see that the skin is fair and smooth, firm and delicate, without the slightest flaw at all. Even compared to her own girl's skin, it is even better! I don't know whether it was out of jealousy or curiosity, she reached out and pinched it, only to feel that the place in her hand was soft and smooth. Doesn't it mean a stinky man? It doesn't feel very stinky!

"What are you doing?" the slight pain in his face finally brought Jiang Yuan back to his senses.

"Let's see if you washed your face this morning, well, it's clean!" Pu Xiaoxiang was surprised by his composure and wit, "Also, it feels good." ”

Jiang Shuiyuan wanted to cry without tears: What is this? Could it be that the current female man has become so bold that he has passed the year? Or is he saying that he is not good for his old age? Not only was he looked at places that he should not see, but he was also eaten tofu gorgeously. The key person is a girl, even if you call 110 to find the patrol officer, Shu Huang will not care. Who do you think you should talk to about this?

"Why are you crying with a sad face, don't worry, I will be responsible for you!" Pu Xiaoxiang said domineeringly, as if he was planning to interpret the image of the bully landlord to twelve points.

Jiang Shuiyuan immediately said in a sad and timid manner: "The heroes have mercy! The villains have an eighty-year-old mother, an unopened younger brother, and a daughter-in-law who has never married a family, and the whole family is counting on me, a man, to inherit the lineage! Hero, you can rob money, but I can reluctantly obey the robbery. But I just want to say one thing: Shame on soldiers, don't kill them!"

"Hahaha...... You're blind!" Pu Xiaoxiang laughed and trembled.

After wiping with wet wipes, Pu Xiaoxiang skillfully dipped a cotton pad in moisturizing water and applied it evenly on his face, and then used a powder brush to dip an appropriate amount of loose powder and gently brush it on his face, and finally pressed the wings of his nose, the corners of his eyes and the corners of his mouth with powder, and wiped off the excess makeup powder, "By the way, what do you want to paint your eyebrows?"

Hearing the thrush, Jiang Shuiyuan became a little uncomfortable. Because in traditional culture, in addition to the original meaning, thrush is often used as a metaphor for the harmony of husband and wife, such as the well-known "open thrush". Even if Pu Xiaoxiang doesn't know who Zhang Chang is, she has always studied Zhu Qingyu's "Recent Examination of Zhang Shuibu" in the Tang Dynasty, "Makeup and ask her husband in a low voice, the thrush is deep and shallow, is it not"?

Pu Xiaoxiang blushed, and it was estimated that she also thought of another meaning. She didn't bow her head in front of Jiang Shuiyuan, but pouted and shook her head with a look of hatred that iron could not become steel: "It's a shame that you are still the class leader, and you still speak at the flag-raising ceremony on behalf of our grade, look at what you think in your head all day long? No wonder a famous writer said that Chinese men's imagination is very leaping, and when they see short sleeves, they immediately think of white arms and illegitimate children. I used to suspect that he was too extreme, but now it seems that he is!"

"It's Chinese, not Chinese men!" The original text is 'Chinese's imagination can only leap forward in this way'!" Jiang Shuiyuan immediately shouted for the Chinese man.

"Cut, aren't Chinese men Chinese?" Pu Xiaoxiang didn't admit his mistake anyway, "Hurry up, what kind of eyebrows do you want to draw? I personally feel that your charming and soulful peach blossom eyes are most suitable for matching willow leaf eyebrows, but what, your original eyebrow shape is also very good-looking, have you specially repaired it? Or how can it be so neat?"

Jiang Shuiyuan was annoyed by Pu Xiaoxiang's broken thoughts: "You can come as you like, as long as you don't draw me a broom eyebrow." ”

"Cut, even if you want to draw broom eyebrows, I don't know how to!" Pu Xiaoxiang picked up the eyebrow pencil and painted, "I can't smash my own brand by myself, right?"

"What? You still want to attract repeat customers?"

"Isn't it okay? Makeup is free this time, but next time you ask me for makeup, you'll have to pay for it." However, if you are an acquaintance, you can discount it in half. Pu Xiaoxiang spoke while thrushing, and the warm breath came from time to time, so that Jiang Shuiyuan really realized what it means to "exhale like an orchid", and as soon as he raised his eyes, he could appreciate Pu Xiaoxiang's delicate face. - This was a scene that I dreamed of a year or two ago, and perhaps this scene is still the dream of many teenagers now. When this scene was truly presented in front of him, Jiang Shuiyuan felt so illusory and faintly repulsed.

Time seemed to stand still, and the two didn't speak again, only Pu Xiaoxiang's hands were still busy on Jiang Shuiyuan's face. I don't know how long it took, until the ringtone of the mobile phone broke the rare silence, Pu Xiaoxiang hurriedly put down the eyebrow pencil in his hand, and hurriedly looked for the mobile phone everywhere: "It's over, it's over, Aunt Fang is urging us again, my masterpiece hasn't been finished yet! What should I do?"