"Ahem, cough, ......"

Mayor Pei got carried away and choked out laughing, almost out of breath.

turned around and glared at Ye Huanyu fiercely, crow's mouth!

He left angrily.

Ye Huanyu smiled brightly, and turned her eyes, but found that Qi Yemo's face was very oozing!

It doesn't match his bright stewed yellow golf suit at all.

Holding the ball engraved with his initials in her palm, she said, "President, your ball ......"

His gloomy eyes, glancing at her tanned red face, seemed to be as cute as an apple, and the light in his eyes was unconsciously gentle.

But his son's act of burning the backyard just now, he was really angry.

With a sinking brow, he just left the next sentence, "Put things in order, I'll go change clothes." ”

Immediately, the tall figure also walked away.

Ye Huanyu was stunned, in fact, she wanted to ask about his son, but she never came along.

Come to think of it, doesn't she have a son herself?

Can't you have it with Mao?

It's like something is stuck in my heart, spreading in circles......

…………

After coming out of the club, it was getting late.

Ye Huanyu thought that she could finally go home from work and get together with her children and get a good night's sleep, but she didn't expect Qi Yemo to say temporarily: "There is still entertainment at night." ”

Let her dream plan be put to rest again.

Then, he drove her into the hair salon on the road in the busiest part of City A.

He said coldly: "Give me her chicken nest head and show her original characteristics!" ”

"Chicken nest head?" As soon as she wanted to protest, she was pulled in by the top hairstylist in the salon shop.

Click~click.

After a bit of tossing, the hairstylist pushed her out.

Qi Yemo's deep eyes flashed with a hint of essence, and then, without saying a word, he drove her to a high-end makeup and styling studio.

It was still the words that were so cold that they could freeze to death: "Clean her face, and that's it!" ”

"Uh......" This time, she was completely speechless!

Why is it called 'clean' her face?

Is her face dirty, dirty?

Qi Yemo, can you be a little more poisonous, ah?

Then, she was pulled in by the makeup artist who is said to have painted makeup for countless big stars.

Woo ~ Boom.

After a bit of tossing, the makeup artist pushed her out.

A flash of surprise flashed in Qi Yemo's gloomy pupils, and then, without saying a word, he drove her to a top-level fashion clothing store.

I only listened to his cool words: "Find her a sexual* dress, but not shoulders, back, or legs." ”

"Gah?" She couldn't help but roll her eyes, "Brother, don't even show your face." ”

In an instant, she was led into the dressing room by the costumer.

Knock knock ~ choke.

After a while, the costumer pushed her out.

This time, Qi Yemo's deep pupils finally no longer flickered, but the light was condensed and dim, as if it was a kind of fire that grazed the valley hope......

The obsidian-like pupils reflected the appearance of a delicate woman—

The black and silky hair is coiled into a princess bun, and a few strands of hair on the forehead hang down, revealing a little playfulness in the solemn quiet.

The eyebrows are like distant mountains, not painted but daisy, the lips are like red cherries, not dotted and vermilion, the skin is white and translucent, and the blow can be broken, just a few elegant strokes of makeup, it will depict her pure and clean characteristics vividly.

The delicate body was tightly wrapped in a glittering sequined aqua blue dress.