Chapter 100: Is My Makeup Really Demonic?

Sure enough, it's a straight man's style, and it's gentle for just a second.

She took away the handkerchief covering her face, turned her eyes to look at Qinglian, and asked cryingly, "Qinglian, is my makeup really demonic?" ”

Qinglian nodded, "Uncle Nine is right, it's a little, the girl is clear and jade, and she doesn't need to be greased and powdered at all." ”

Gu Mingzhu cried, "Why didn't you say it earlier!" ”

Turning his head and running back to the wing, he took a wet hand towel and wiped off all his makeup.

Qinglian: "......"

She clearly said that she was a girl with the confidence of her fans, and she said that peach blossom makeup was the best!

It's not that she didn't say it, it's that she said it's useless, and it will only be useful if Uncle Nine says it.

After Gu Mingzhu wiped her little face clean, she didn't care if she was beautiful or not, she hurriedly went to Graceland to pick up Xiuxiu, and then went to say goodbye to her grandmother and go out together.

Xiuxiu looked like she hadn't woken up yet, rubbed her eyes and said, "Zhuzhu, do we really want to get up earlier than the chickens like this?" ”

Isn't it fragrant to hold a pillow and play chess with Zhou Gong.

Gu Mingzhu pressed her head on her shoulder, patted her head and said, "Then you can sleep for a while, and I will call you when I arrive." ”

Gu Mingxiu nodded.

Dozed off a few times, suddenly sat up straight, and said with a strong face, "Since Zhuzhu wants to study, of course I have to sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman, I am a sister, I have to be a good example, how can I doze off." ”

After that, he grabbed Gu Mingzhu, "Zhuzhu, don't worry, I will be at the bottom of the admission interview in a while, don't be too stressed." ”

Gu Mingzhu held her hand and said with a smile, "Don't worry, we can enroll in school this time." ”

Yujin Academy is on West Street, not far from Taishou Mansion.

The environment of this street is very quiet, almost all the high-ranking families in Jiangcheng are on this street, and Wufu is also on this street.

After Gu Mingzhu got out of school for a while, she could just stop by and give Mrs. Wu a needle.

In the early morning, the streets are quiet, and the tall banyan trees on both sides stand quietly, scattering a little morning light.

From time to time, luxury carriages pass by in a low-key manner, all of which go to Yujin Academy.

The carriage stopped, Gu Mingzhu and Xiuxiu walked inside, and when they walked into the courtyard, they saw Gu Yanran, who was standing next to Song Sisi and laughing with a few girls.

Gu Yanran was very shrewd, knowing that the people who came to study in Yujin Academy were all aristocratic girls, and they could make aristocratic friends here, so they had already come in with Song Sisi's relationship.

She had already asked Mama Song to let go to Gu Yanran that she and Xiuxiu would come to Yujin Academy to study, and it was estimated that Gu Yanran had prepared some big gifts for her and Xiuxiu.

This woman is scheming to ruin her and Xiuxiu's reputation, and she won't watch them enter the academy like this.

Gu Mingzhu provoked a slight sneer and took Xiuxiu to find the mountain chief.

When Gu Yanran saw them, she suddenly said in surprise, "Why did the sixth and seventh sisters come to the academy too?" ”

A few girls who were talking and laughing listened to it, and looked at it together.

When Song Sisi saw Gu Mingzhu, he remembered the deflated food he had eaten in Wu Mansion that day, raised his eyebrows, and said coldly, "Gu Mingzhu, you still have the face to come here!" Have you forgotten how you were kicked out last time? ”

The girls giggled.

In this way, people who don't know three questions, and even made a big joke in the admission interview, dare to stand here again, and they are also very admired.

Gu Mingzhu looked at Song Sisi, raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Shibei should be impressed for three days, hasn't Miss Sisi learned this sentence?" ”

After that, holding Xiuxiu's hand, he walked proudly and elegantly, with a beautiful swan neck and a straight back, and every step seemed to be measured with a ruler, and they wanted to vomit blood.