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The silkworms in spring will run out of silk when they die, and the wax torch will turn into ashes and tears will dry. Teacher Jiang really interpreted this sentence vividly and delicately.
For several days in a row, he gave Qu Ping a lot of homework. Qu Ping was tortured so badly that she didn't even take a restful afternoon nap.
The first lesson: makeup.
A plain face may be suitable for dating, but light makeup and heavy makeup are more suitable for the workplace.
Qu Ping is the kind of woman who is too lazy to go out after she wakes up in the morning and wipes her face with water. Jing Fang had yelled at her so many times for this matter, but she still went her own way.
Now it's time to meet her nemesis, Young Master Hua has ordered her to die until she learns and gets used to wearing light makeup, otherwise the Dior counter will be her home during lunch breaks every day.
"Miss, your skin is really good! It's as smooth as an egg that has been peeled off its shell. How do you usually take care of it?"
"Miss, your facial features are small and delicate, and the proportions of your face are well proportioned."
"Miss, you have an elegant temperament and a fairy air. You can just touch it casually, and you will look beautiful."
Seeing that Qu Ping had been grimacing and unhappy, the sales customers would fart again and again, and finally coaxed Qu Ping to smile and follow the study with great interest.
Hua secretly gave the store manager a thumbs up, he has two brushes. The store manager responded with a humble smile.
The man was wearing a famous brand. She had seen the watch on his hand last time in Hong Kong. The selling price was 300,000, which was obviously a rich man. As long as he makes his little girlfriend happy, how much he wants to use is just a number to him.
"Completed. Wow! Look, sir, the lady is so beautiful!" the store manager exclaimed.
She promised that this time it was a sincere compliment. This girl does have the capital to make men yearn for her.
"Don't look at it, don't look at it!" She covered her face to prevent Hua from looking at it.
Qu Ping was also amazed by herself. After all, she was a professional makeup artist, and her skills were even more superb than Jing Fang. She was so beautiful that she didn't believe it was her.
"Hey, let me take a look." Hua said softly behind her, "If you don't let go, I'm going to tickle you."
Feeling that the man behind her had put his hands on her shoulders, Qu Ping immediately heard the trembling cries from her armpits, and she immediately threw away the weapon.
Hua instantly seemed to be depleted of oxygen and couldn't breathe. He stared blankly at the woman in the mirror, and only eight words came to mind: The crescent moon clears the halo, and the flowers and trees pile up with snow. This is the description of Mu Wanqing in Tianlong Babu.
"Sir, is Miss going to be a fairy soon?"
"It was a fairy." Hua whispered softly, but his consciousness seemed to be wandering.
The two quietly looked at Qu Ping in the mirror, their eyes blended, and the warmth flowed between them.
That gaze is like a pool of spring water, making people's hearts rippling. That gaze is like the summer sun, passionate and irresistible;
"Miss, look how much your boyfriend loves you! You are so happy!" The store manager's eyes lit up, and the word "envy" was written on his forehead.
"He's not my boyfriend, he's my girlfriend." Qu Ping hurriedly explained as if waking up from a dream.
"Oh! Best friend, best friend." The store manager said with a smile, with a look of disbelief.
It's all so affectionate, how about a girlfriend? Don't pretend, my sister is from here.
Seeing the store manager's duplicity, Qu Ping turned to Hua and wanted him to explain. Hua shrugged indifferently, neither admitting nor denying it.
"Pay the bill and wrap up the whole set." Hua handed over the platinum card, and the store manager immediately took it with a smile on his face.
"I will do it myself."
Qu Ping was about to get up, but Hua Lima grabbed her hand and pressed her back to the chair. He found out that he actually has a hand fetish! well! He can only love his hands, what else can he do? hard work.
"This is a reward for your serious study!" Hua smiled and scratched her nose.
It's so cool to have a handsome girlfriend! Qu Ping readily accepted.
The second lesson: hair style.
Qu Ping's hair is very black and thin, slightly fluffy, but easy to manage. For Qu Ping, who is too lazy to grow hair, she just grows her hair shawl at home and wears a ponytail or a ball at work. Anyway, she has a standard small fresh face, which is very attractive if you grab it casually.
Why do you have to do hairstyles? It's so troublesome and time-consuming!
God! I also want to go to Shinhwa for private customization, which is very expensive here, okay? One head down, thousands of dollars ah. No no no! Qu Ping hastily fled back.
Hua firmly grabbed her little hand and pushed her into the door.
"Don't embarrass me! If you dare to escape, believe it or not!"?You shave your head. "Growled in a low voice.
"Are you domineering CEO?" Qu Ping protested softly.
"The domineering president bullies silly Baitian. Don't you girls like this tone?" Hua chuckled in a low voice.
"I don't like it!" Qu Ping struggled.
Hua no longer listened to her blindly kicking open the door of the box, pulled her in, and pressed her on the chair.
"Body and skin, received by parents, dare not hurt, this is the beginning of filial piety." Qu Ping struggled.
"Go home dressed up and make your uncles and aunts happy. This is true filial piety." Hua coaxed patiently.
"I'm pretty now, why bother? It's so troublesome."
"Good boy, don't bother me! I'll give you a card. When you're tired, you can come and wash your hair, tap your back, and relax. How nice it is!"
Qu Ping still wanted to resist, Hua picked up the scissors on the mirror table and looked at her quietly, the scissors in his hand opened and closed, making a "click, click, click".
Qu Ping's back felt cold for a while, this guy dared to do anything, and when the time came, she would be cut like a mouse, and she didn't even have time to cry. She didn't dare to make a sound anymore, she just sat with her mouth pouted, like a wronged daughter-in-law.
Hua couldn't help laughing out loud, eyes full of doting.
The No. 1 director, Bo Zai, was shocked by the thunder, with green smoke coming out of his head, and looked at the two of them as if he was upside down.
Mr. Jiang is suave, handsome and rich, and his wife is a killer. He never lacks women by his side, and never takes women seriously. His maxim is that brothers are like brothers and women are like clothes. Clothes are torn, but they can still be sewn; limbs are broken, but they can be continued.
However, these women stalked him as if they were possessed by an evil spirit, and treated him like a guest of honor one by one, trying their best to please him. Even if Mr. Jiang hooked his fingers and asked them to lick his leather shoes, they would scramble to be the first to do so and never tire of it.
But today, when the sun came out from the west, Mr. Jiang dragged a girl to do her hair. Facing the girl's unwilling face, he coaxed her in a low voice and licked her face to please her, as if Wife doting madman ah.
No one will believe this matter!
"Did Halley's comet hit the earth?" Pozai sneered.
"Don't talk so much nonsense! Give her a break, don't act like a minor for thousands of years, and you won't be able to shock the scene when you go out." Hua snorted coldly at Bo Zai.
Sure enough, there are opposite sexes but no humanity! Once you have the clothes you like, you can cut them off as soon as your siblings say so.
"Cut her hair short with a slight curl at the bottom. Women in the workplace are energetic and capable!"
"Not good! Too bone spirit, not suitable for her temperament." Hua stared at Qu Ping in the mirror.
"Give her a big wave, a mature woman."
"Not good! Make it as old-fashioned as my mother."
"Small wavy curls cover the whole head, and look good with drape and tie."
"Not good! It's like instant noodles. I hate eating junk food the most."
Poppy nearly vomited blood.
In the past, my brother and I designed hairstyles for other women, but you never interrupted, just nestled on the sofa and played with your mobile phone in the dark.
When women want to ask for your opinion, they have to run over and squat by the sofa, looking up at you. You don't have any patience at all, you nod indiscriminately, as long as the women get out of here quickly and don't bother you to play games, even if it's designed as a chicken coop, you still say it looks good.
Today, because of this girl, you have become picky in every possible way, neither this nor that. This calls into question his professionalism.
Also instant noodles? bro im so mad.
If you want to eat it, just tell me! Why bother with him?
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