Early in the morning of the second day, Huang Zheng came to the osmanthus house early, and it was the osmanthus lady who opened the courtyard door, seeing that it was Huang Zheng, he frowned slightly, looked back at the osmanthus who was nervously walking around in the room, and couldn't help sighing, and let Huang Zheng into the courtyard.

Hearing the sound of opening the courtyard door, Osmanthus knew that Huang Zheng must be coming, so she rushed out of the house eagerly, and ran into the house with Huang Zheng, who pushed the door into the house.

After only one photo, Huang Zheng was frightened and took a big step back, gasped for air, his eyes didn't move, and he could only look at the osmanthus in front of him.

I saw the osmanthus in front of me, like Guan Gong singing with a red face, smearing two big lumps of blush, and his lips were red, as if he had just dripped blood.

Huang Zheng patted his chest, stabilized his mind, reached out to wipe the lip blush and blush on Osmanthus's face, and scolded: "Osmanthus, people look at you to see if you are falling, blind or pockmarked, you cover a good face like this, people will think that you are full of pockmarks and dare not see people!" ”

Osmanthus blinked her ignorant eyes and pouted: "But, don't women dress up to wipe these things?!" ”

Huang Zheng couldn't help but stroke his forehead, and he had to stop wiping things appropriately, he couldn't go overboard, and wiped his clean face into two "monkey butts", right?

Huang Zheng washed Osmanthus again, took the rouge box handed over by Osmanthus, and opened it to see that it was not the paste-like rouge she imagined in the Middle Ages, but the powdery red powder.

This is probably the most culprit that caused Osmanthus to smear her face into a "monkey ass", ---- blush.

Huang Zheng stretched out his hand and wiped a small handful, evenly smeared on the cheeks of the osmanthus like a painting, painted and painted, but stopped suspiciously, picked up a small pinch of rouge, rubbed it with his fingers, and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff.

Huang Zheng's face changed, and he hurriedly reached out to wipe all the red powder off Osmanthus face, looking panicked.

Osmanthus was wiped twice and wiped again, wiped all over the face, faintly itchy, instinctively scratched with her nails, and asked while Rao: "Zheng'er, why did you wipe it again?" Am I that ugly? Doesn't it look good with rouge? ”

Huang Zheng shook his head and said, "Osmanthus, where did you get this red powder?" Did you buy it from a rouge shop? ”

Osmanthus shook her head and said: "I bought it from the little merchant, but the little merchant is honest, saying that this is not 'rouge', it is 'rouge', what 'cinnabar' is used to make the rouge that is usually made, and the flowers are soaked, dried, and boiled to make it, which is precious, and it costs a small box of silver or two; This is the ordinary redstone powder on the mountain, not soaked, not dried, not boiled, and not fragrant, but as long as a large box of five cents, dry powder to wipe the face, with a saliva to wipe the lips, is it cheap? ”

Huang Zheng looked at the ignorant osmanthus speechlessly, and covered the red powder box tightly, then sighed and said: "This powder is very toxic, your face is starting to itch, it must be slightly poisoned, don't mess with things in the future." ”

From the visual point of view, this powder contains a large amount of lead, if you don't wipe it often, or just wipe it off, it's not a big problem, osmanthus has symptoms so quickly, it may be that her skin is more immature and sensitive than others', so there will soon be signs of poisoning.

Huang Zheng took it for granted that what she didn't know was that since Osmanthus bought this box of red powder, because it was cheap and nervous about blind dates, she wiped it since yesterday during the day, and she was reluctant to wipe it down, and even slept on it, but it happened that the symptoms were aggravated after being wiped again in the morning.