Xiao Yurong's old face turned red and he shook his head silently. Young people, they are so good at playing, he doesn't understand what he wants to do...

Sangyou was still dizzy.

"No, I can't braid my hair, and I can't paint the makeup on my face. It looks so ugly." Zhou Weizong frowned, feeling so hard.

At this age, he had not yet drawn thrushes for his wife, but he had drawn thrushes for such a stinky man first?

My hands trembled and I wanted to vomit.

Fortunately, I held it back.

Xie Qiao also felt that this picture was a bit unattractive.

Meng Jifang is eighteen or nineteen years old and should have a beard, but his face is still very clean, even if it is a little dark, it will be clean on weekdays, so it doesn’t seem dirty, but the eyebrows are too dark, full of heroic spirit, and a man’s face is also big, and adding makeup is inappropriate.

"Master Mo, why don't you come? If I were that ghost, I wouldn't be happy with such an ugly face?" Zhou Weizong couldn't help but mutter.

Xie Qiao was about to step over, but Zhao Xuanjing said, "Where is Sang You?"

"That kid is useless. After the piano breaks, he feels so distressed and dizzy." Xie Pinggang is talking nonsense.

"When he wakes up, what he draws is better than anyone else." Zhao Xuanjing made arrangements directly.

However, everyone also remembered Sang You's ability and had no doubt about it.

Sangyouren is not in his dream yet.

I was dreaming and felt that the pain in the human body was so painful. When I opened my eyes, I saw Xie Pinggang's eyes that were full of energy.

"Wake up!" Xie Pinggang withdrew his hand, "I just said that people are fine, right? I guess I'm sleeping too well.

At this time, the sun has set.

I wanted to wait for Sang You to wake up naturally, but I was worried that this person would sleep until tomorrow morning, so Xie Pinggang started pinching the people. His hands were very strong, and at this time, the middle part of Sang You were red, hot and painful.

Sang You immediately remembered his piano.

I don’t want to look at Xie Pinggang more.

This man is both his benefactor and his great enemy!

His poor Qin, forgive his old friend, he is powerless and cannot avenge it!

"It's good to wake up. The Meng family boy has been waiting for you for a long time." Xie Pinggang added.

He was a little confused. At this time, Jiang Jinlu immediately talked about the situation carefully to Sang You. After Sang You listened, he suddenly felt...

I didn't seem to be that miserable. Compared to him, Meng Jifang seemed to be the more unlucky one.

He nodded silently, and then asked Meng Jifang to the side to cleanse his face.

He painted the pink brush in his hand with a serious expression, and took out the eyebrows from his arms, stroke by stroke.

However, the breath was almost sprayed on Meng Ji's face.

Meng Jifang's face was red and very embarrassed.

Xie Pinggang and Zhou Weizong were both very curious. The two big men gathered together at this moment, squatting beside them one left and one right, for fear of missing a little process.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, this is a troublesome thing to be a woman, and she also has to draw her eyebrows... it is thin and curved, and it is not good-looking?" Xie Pinggang was a little disgusted.

"You don't understand this. A woman's face is tender and her eyebrows are like this to have flavor. Mr. Meng's face is still okay and her body is not wide. I can become a stunning beauty after a while." Zhou Weizong also followed the discussion.

"I don't think Mr. Yu likes to draw these things." Xie Pinggang couldn't help but say.

"Nonsense, my cousin is a girl's house, how could it be that she doesn't draw? It must be because you have a bad look and didn't see it. And... my cousin did things for your house, why are you reluctant to buy some rouge and water powder? What should I do if I can't get married??"
Chapter completed!