Madam's black history was picked up

Aya flicked her long hair on her shoulders coquettishly: "The first rule of beauty is that you must wear high heels when you go shopping."

"The second rule of beauty is to wear high heels to go shopping even if your feet hurt to death."

Anyajie and Song Ci rolled their eyes at the same time.

Aya brought Anyajie back and forth in various branded women's clothing stores, in her words: "Women should treat themselves better, and the Si family is so rich, the money they give is not wasted."

But Anyajie was so frightened by the price on the hang tag that she clicked her tongue. A piece of clothing costs hundreds of thousands, which is too extravagant. She was afraid that she would not be able to sleep if she wore such expensive clothes.

In the end, An Yajie bought a few sets at moderately priced women's clothing stores, and she also bought two sets if she was a bit extravagant. The face of the sky.

Dressing that is too ordinary or too expensive will create a topic of discussion. She never wants to make herself the focus. The golden mean is Anyajie's life creed.

An Yajie didn't forget to give her two girlfriends a set, as well as Liu Feng. Although she has a cold temper, she is easy to get along with. An Yajie cherishes every friend she makes very much.

The three women sat down in the coffee shop on the first floor, carrying big and small bags.

"Ouch, my leg is about to break." Aya took off her high heels and rubbed her sore feet.

Song Ci drank a big mouthful of lemon juice, gloating: "You deserve it, you are a typical example of trying to save face and suffer."

"Look, Anya and I came here wearing sneakers, and our feet don't hurt even after a day of shopping."

Aya gave Song Ci an angry look: "So you two lack the charm of a woman." She took a sip of coffee gracefully, and began to teach the two of them an emotional lesson.

"If you want a man to be fresh to you at all times, then you have to be glamorous at all times. If you are tired of your own attire, will men still stare at you all the time?"

"Song Ci, let me not talk about you. Your family Qian Bao only comes back once every few months or even more than half a year. Even if you are as sloppy as a hen, Qian Bao, who has been in drought for a long time, might hug you and gnaw on you."

Song Ci looked unhappy, and just about to open his mouth to refute, Aya immediately raised his palm to stop her.

Aya looked at Anyajie again: "But you are different, Si Tianmu in your family is very popular with women, is it true that women show love to him every few days?"

Anyajie just wanted to open her mouth to refute, but she couldn't seem to find the words to refute, so she could only lower her head and take a sip of her drink.

Aya looked at Anyajie's expression, and raised her eyebrows proudly: "I guess it's right, I actually guessed it."

Anyajie gave her a supercilious look, but Aya chose to ignore it.

"Si Tianmu is a businessman, and he often comes into contact with all kinds of people. Among those people, there must be some talented and beautiful women."

"So whether it's entertainment or cooperation, Si Tianmu has the opportunity to see all kinds of beauties. After seeing a lot of beauties, he will start to compare them when he comes to see his wife."

"Look at you." Aya spread a palm towards Anyajie.

"I'm really not talking about you. You have been in the same shape for 800 years. The ponytail is either tied high or tied into a flower bud."

"Clothes are always about comfort. It's either a sportswear, or a T-shirt with jeans. Unless there are some important occasions, you usually don't see you wearing a skirt."

Anyajie subconsciously looked down at her attire, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Aya continued to find fault with her: "And your face is always plain, although your skin is good, and your little face is white and tender, but this woman is completely different with makeup and without makeup. concept."

"You look youthful and beautiful in your current outfit, but you are getting older. It is impossible for you to be in your 30s or 40s and still wear a T-shirt and jeans."

"Do you think it's appropriate for you to wear a high ponytail at that time?"

Anyajie was taken aback by Aya's words. Before that, she only thought about the convenience of dressing up like this, and she would open her legs in case of emergencies.

But now after what Aya said, she suddenly felt that her look was so earthy, and thought of Luluo who had boldly shown her love to Si Tianmu a few days ago.

That attire is called a pure and lovely person, even a woman like her can't help but want to look at her a few more times.

Si Tianmu can come into contact with all kinds of women outside every day, but when he comes home every day, he sees his wife always looks the same, so will he be tired of aesthetics one day?

Song Ci listened carefully, and felt that what Aya said was very reasonable. She couldn't help touching her eyes on the bridge of her nose, wondering if Qian Bao would suddenly have enough of seeing herself wearing glasses one day?
Aya took a big sip of coffee, moistened her dry throat, and looked at the two silent girlfriends opposite.

"Sisters, let me remind you with the experience of a senior emotional expert that love is a strange thing. Maybe in a certain period of time, it can beat life and death, but sometimes, it will lose to time."

"There is a famous saying that a woman regards marriage as the main theme of her life, but a man regards marriage as an episode in his life."

"As a woman, we have to think about whether one day you will become an episode in that man's life."

Song Ci had some lingering fears: "Aya, after you say that, I don't dare to get married anymore, as if we are destined to be abandoned as women."

Aya chuckled: "So we have to change ourselves, not to mention dressing ourselves like a fairy every day, but at least we have to change our look after a while."

"Only when a woman regards herself as the main theme, will a man regard you as the main theme of his life, not an episode that can be replaced at any time."

"It's all an excuse if you don't have time or energy to change yourself. Remember, there are no ugly women in the world, only lazy ones."

"It's impossible to make yourself beautiful just by sitting and thinking. Only by taking action is the beginning of a woman's beauty."

Aya drank the last sip of coffee in the cup, put on her high heels again, and stood up full of blood: "Let's go, sisters, let's change ourselves."

The three women walked into a high-end beauty salon, talking and laughing.

A few hours later, when the three of them stood on the street again, they attracted the attention of passers-by. Two luxury cars stopped, and the people inside kept whistling at the three of them.

Aya wore a short dress, showing her long legs that she was proud of.

Song Ci took off her glasses, and the stylist cut her bangs, and left some hair on both sides of her forehead, and painted black eyeliner on her big eyes, making her look more delicate and cute.

Anyajie's impression is even brighter. She is wearing a blue and white striped shirt and short skirt, and her slender waist is outlined by a narrow black belt.

On her feet are a pair of silver fish mouth wedge shoes, and the black toenail polish makes her feet extremely alluring.

Her straight black hair was tied up high, the brown eye shadow on her double eyelids, and the orange lipstick on her moist and thin lips all showed her unique charm.

All three women revel in their new looks.

At this time Anyajie's cell phone rang, no need to ask, Si Tianmu called.

"Hello." Because of the new look, Anyajie was in a good mood and her voice was pleasant.

"Daughter-in-law, where are you? I miss you even if I don't see you for a day."

Anyajie smiled sweetly: "I'm shopping with Song Ci and Aya."

"Don't lie to me, you have already used this lie once, how many of you can go shopping for a day?"

Anyajie was speechless for a while: "Why am I lying to you? We've finished shopping, and now we're going to see Liu Feng. We all bought her presents."

"Then I'll drop by the hospital to pick you up. I'm going to get off work anyway." Actually, Si Tianmu wanted to see if An Yajie was lying. That woman didn't blush when she told a lie.

How could Anyajie not know Si Tianmu's little thoughts, she was angry and funny: "Okay, I'll work hard on you, handsome guy."

"Hey, it's a great honor for me to serve the beauty."

"Glib, hang up." Anyajie hung up the phone in a good mood.

Song Ci looked at Anyajie who was smiling profusely: "Is Si Tianmu coming to pick you up?"

"He went to the hospital to pick me up, and we'll take you back by the way later."

"I don't want him to send it off. I fight with him as soon as we meet. I want Aya to send it off."

Aya laughed: "Okay, okay, let's go, my young ladies."

The three of them walked towards Aya's sports car together.

Aya got into the car, and she glanced at Song Ci sitting in the back: "Song Ci, you can also learn a driver's license, so that it will be convenient for you to go wherever you want."

Song Ci habitually wanted to push the glasses, but he stretched out his hand and didn't touch her, only then remembered that she was wearing contact lenses.

"I have a bad sense of direction, and City X is so big, I'm afraid I'll get lost."

Aya was amused: "Then what does the navigation do? Isn't it just responsible for guiding you?"

"I never thought about learning to drive. It's so convenient to go out now. There are subways and shared bicycles. When driving, traffic jams can drive people crazy."

Anyajie answered with a smile: "That's because you haven't experienced the fun of driving. After you have experienced it, you will feel that you can drive well."

Song Ci shrugged: "I'll talk about it later when I want to experience it. Anyway, I don't want to experience it now."

At this time, the phone on Aya's dashboard rang, and she directly pressed the answer button on the display.

"Honey, where are you? Are you still shopping with your two girlfriends?" Yang Dazhuang didn't know that An Yajie and Song Ci were in Aya's car.

Aya drove the car intently: "No, we've finished our shopping."

"Tianmu is getting married, you know it." Yang Dazhuang looked very excited.

"Nonsense, if he doesn't get married, why is Anya dragging me around?"

"Then he is married, and we are also married."