Beauty and skin care products are one of Qiao Yingying's favorite inventions in this world. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info All kinds of fragrant tastes, all kinds of beautiful packaging, the most pleasing to girls.

Looking at these bottles and cans, her sparkling eyes were full of curiosity: Do men also use this fragrant thing?

She looked out the door to make sure there was no movement, and then she had the audacity to pick up a bottle of shower gel, open it and smell it.

"That's what it smells like!" she sniffed greedily a few more times before picking up another bottle.

"Well, this one smells good, too!" she sniffed the smell one by one, looked at the packaging, and her face was full of novelty.

There was also a smaller press-type bottle on the washstand, and Qiao Yingying carefully squeezed a little bit into the palm of her hand, all of which were white and delicate foam.

"Shaving foam?" Qiao Yingying flipped through the bottle and looked at it for a long time, and finally understood that it was used for shaving.

Curious, she brought the bottle to her eyes, squinting to see something, but with a push of her fingers, she squeezed a bunch of white bubbles on her face.

She froze, caught a glimpse of her embarrassed appearance in the mirror, and couldn't help but giggle.

"You seem to be having a good time?" Guan Mufeng's faint voice came from behind him.

Qiao Yingying's hands shook in shock, and she squeezed a bunch of bubbles on her body.

"I... I—" She didn't dare to wipe it, her head bowed and her face was red, and she didn't know how to explain it.

Guan Mufeng looked at her face full of embarrassment, his eyes swept over the bottles and cans that were opened on the sink, and raised his eyebrows with some smiles and some strangeness.

"Stuck with you, what you lack is to buy yourself. Mine, you can't use it yet. He threw down the sentence and turned away, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled.

Seeing that he was not angry, Qiao Yingying breathed a sigh of relief, quickly put everything back in place, cleaned up the foam on his body, cleaned up and retreated.

Qiao Yingying looked at the time, and it was almost time to start preparing things for the party. She saw Guan Mufeng, who was sitting on the sofa, and walked up to him.

"Sir, we... When will you start preparing?" she asked.

Guan Mufeng looked at his watch: "It's almost there." ”

"Oh..."Qiao Yingying agreed, while thinking that this time is also particular, not a minute earlier?

"Jingle bell-" The sound of the doorbell rang, Qiao Yingying didn't react, and was still standing there.

"Don't you want to open the door yet?" Guan Mufeng frowned.

"Oh, go now!" Qiao Yingying trotted to the gate of the courtyard, wondering: Did the guests come so early?

The door opened, and several men in white uniforms were waiting, and when they saw Qiao Yingying, the person in the lead immediately asked politely: "Hello Miss, is this Mr. Guan's house?"

Qiao Yingying nodded and asked curiously, "Who are you?"

"We are employees of Domi Fine Catering Service, and we are in charge of the catering service for Mr. Kwan's party tonight. The man explained.

Qiao Yingying couldn't tell what she felt, as if she was relieved, but she seemed to be a little sad.

"Come in, it's getting late. Guan Mufeng stood at the door and said to the leading man.

"Yes, sir. The man immediately instructed the others to move all kinds of cooking tools and fresh ingredients from the van behind him, and carried them to the house in a steady stream, which dazzled Qiao Yingying and amazed him.

"Still not coming in?" Guan Mufeng glanced at Qiao Yingying, who was still standing at the door, and opened his mouth to urge.