PFC Chapter 1423: Hey, is there a love message?
Chapter 1423: Hey, is there a love message?
"No need." Zhuang Shijue replied. He is not an actor, so what's the point of a man putting on makeup?
The makeup artist smiled, her intuition telling her that between this uncle and sister-in-law, hehe...
Zhuang Shijue chased after Mu Xiaoniuer, who was standing at the door. The wall at the door was covered with a mirror, which made it convenient for her to check her appearance before going out.
"The skirt is really nice." But the person wearing the skirt is a little too fat. "I think I used to be quite thin."
I've been looking at this round face for too long and have completely forgotten what I used to look like.
"Come on, it's time to lose weight." Zhuang Shijue watched and glanced at her chest. It was so strong. If he held it, it would feel so thick.
Well, you don’t usually praise people like this.
Mu Ning pulled her shawl tighter to cover her front, curled her lips, and walked away, avoiding the crowd.
Seventeen was still putting on makeup, doing it bit by bit very carefully. Mu Xiaonv was standing at the door, smiling at the beauty inside. When Seventeen opened her eyes, she saw Mu Xiaonv and smiled at her.
"Dasha, you look so beautiful today. Take a few photos and send them to Shiyuan." Shiqi said with a smile.
"Huh? I'm so fat..."
"So are you planning to not see him until you lose weight?" Seventeen said helplessly.
Mu Ning stuck out her tongue. "Yeah, let him see me first so he can be mentally prepared... No, what if he faints from my current appearance?"
"..." Seventeen rolled his eyes. How could someone treat him like that?
"You're cute, believe me." Seventeen said, pushing away the makeup artist's hand and saying to the person next to him, "Wait a minute, give me your phone."
The person next to her immediately handed her the phone. Seventeen turned around in her chair and looked at Mu Ning. "Let me take a close-up photo of you, not your body, okay? Your face is so cute, so chubby."
"..." Mu Ning pondered the word "chubby" carefully, and it seemed that this was not a compliment to her.
"Am I like this? Or like this?" Mu Xiaonv made a few poses, and Seventeen shook his head. "You'd better not pose so deliberately. It looks stiff. Just be more natural."
"Huh? Then what should I do?"
When Mu Ning said "ah", Seventeen grabbed two of her lips. Her little mouth was just slightly open, her face was pink and delicate, and the eye makeup she put on today was so suitable for her and very charming.
"Well, forget it, I won't take any more pictures." Seventeen put away his phone and pretended to be impatient.
"Huh? Miss, you are always like this. If you provoke others, just stop. You can't play with people like this." Mu Xiaonu curled her lips and walked in to sit aside.
In order to match the other bridesmaids and make the whole bridesmaid group look harmonious, the heels of her shoes today were only three centimeters, just like flat shoes, so she moved with such vigor and energy, not at all restricted by the "high heels".
Shiqi waved his phone and glanced at her, imitating Mu Xiaonv's unique flirting. "How about you take a picture and send it to Shiyuan?"
"No." Mu Ning curled her lips, "I'm so fat now."
"You're talking as if fat people have no human rights." Seventeen sent a message to her aunt at the Zhuangmen Inn, asking her to remind the young master to remember his WeChat account. She sent a photo.
"Fat people have human rights, but they're almost gone. They're looked down upon wherever they go."
"Well, your understanding is quite profound. But I don't think you have taken any real action to lose weight, which means you still don't have a deep understanding of it. Dasha, let me tell you, it's all lies for men to say they don't mind you getting as fat as a pig. Which man doesn't love slim and beautiful women? It's the same as there is no woman who doesn't like handsome men." Seventeen talked freely.
Mu Ning couldn't stay any longer. She never thought she was bad at talking before, but in front of the Zhuang family, it seemed like anyone could lecture her.
"I'm going out now. I won't bother you with your makeup anymore."
"Yeah." Seventeen handed the phone to the person next to her and continued to rest with her eyes closed. Only when Mu Xiaonu came did she force herself to say a few words. It had been more than an hour and she had been silent.
The makeup artist confessed in her heart that it turned out that the daughters of wealthy families would also talk about men in private, and it turned out that real daughters of wealthy families would also speak like this.
When Mu Xiaoniu walked out, everyone was basically dressed up. The servants brought out snacks and asked the makeup artist, photographer and bridesmaids to have something to eat. When the food was brought out, it was time to dress up Mu Ning, and her eyes immediately lit up.
"Wow, wow, I didn't see this just now. What flavor is this? How come it's transparent?" Mu Ning hurriedly followed and quickly grabbed a piece of the exquisite pastry and stuffed it into her mouth.
"delicious……"
The servant smiled and explained, "Miss, this is snowy osmanthus cake with mint added. It has a refreshing taste and a perfect sweetness."
"No wonder it's a bit cold, it turns out it has mint in it. It smells so good. Do you have any more? Can I take some back to the capital?" Miss Mu sat down and started eating.
The bridesmaids were all well-known Kyoto daughters and socialites. Seeing this unknown creature among the four of them, they were all unhappy. They had no idea where this fat person came from, or how she ended up being a bridesmaid for Mr. Zhuang's daughter. They felt like they were being lowered, and they were a little resentful.
When Mu Ning mentioned the capital, they were visibly surprised. Suddenly, they understood. She was from the capital, so she was actually a lady from a prominent family? Judging by the kindness of the servants to the fat man, they were most likely relatives of the family. They heard that quite a few people from the family came to the capital yesterday.
After thinking about this, their expressions relaxed a lot.
As they stared at each other, the servant replied, "If we bring it back to the capital, it might not taste as good. How about this, Miss Mu, when you're going back, let me know in advance and I'll have the kitchen make some. I hope it'll still be fresh by the time it arrives in the capital."
"Okay, okay, two servings, no, no, a few more." Mu Ning said bluntly. Zhuang Shiyuan had woken up, so it was a good opportunity for him to have a taste. The main thing was that mint was added to the pastry, and it tasted so novel.
The servant left and Zhuang Shijue came again, "Is it so delicious?"
He stretched out his hand, and just as his slender knuckles touched the ice skin osmanthus cake, Mu Xiaonv leaned over and covered the plate with both hands.
"what?"
Stare at him! This is hers, no one can touch it.
Zhuang Shijue raised his eyebrows, his eyes slowly falling on her deep cleavage, and suddenly smiled and said, "It's very deep."
"..." Mu Ning raised his hand and slapped him on the head, "You dishonest scoundrel!"
Zhuang Shijue burst into laughter. The servant immediately ran up and stood beside him, saying, "Second Young Master, the Third Madam asked you to put on your makeup."
"No need, why should a man wear makeup? Do you think he'd look good with a slicked-back hair and powdered face? That's absurd!" Zhuang Shijue shook his legs and waved his hands impatiently.