Report to Master Sheng, Madam is pretending to be well-behaved every day

In a blink of an eye, it was time for the dinner at Chi's family, and Yuzheng was excited about choosing clothes.

"Husband, does this look good?" She put a knee-length dress in front of her, and suddenly popped out from the cloakroom.

"It's nice." Sheng Jingting sat on the sofa and read the documents without looking up.

Yuzheng gestured for a while and felt that the color was too plain, so she took another long wine red dress and put it in front of her body: "What about this one?"

Sheng Jingting's eyes were still staring at the computer screen, and he was wearing earplugs on his left ear: "It looks good."

Yu Zheng lowered her face in displeasure: "You know it looks good without even looking at it?"

Sheng Jingting glanced up quickly, and said perfunctorily, "It's really pretty."

Yuzheng couldn't help but turn black: "Don't you think I'm not suitable for this color, nor for this length?"

This dress belonged to the mature and charming type, and she couldn't hold it up at all.

"Oh, let's change it."

The corner of Yuzheng's mouth twitched slightly: "It's because I don't know what to wear, so I asked you to help me see."

Sheng Jingting tapped the keyboard a few times with his slender fingers before picking up the phone: "I don't understand these things. Let Lao Cao contact you with a professional styling team. The studio last time was good."

"..." Yuzheng was speechless: "Forget it, I'll choose slowly by myself."

Sheng Jingting gave an 'hmm' and continued to watch the company's top management meeting.

A man who is addicted to work, so boring.

An old man who is addicted to work is even more boring.

There is no emotion at all, no vitality at all.

Yuzheng curled her lips in disgust and went back to the cloakroom to continue picking. Finally, she put on a beige knee-length dress, sat in front of the dressing table, put on makeup and permed her hair.

By the time Sheng Jingting finished his work, Yu Zheng had basically put on her makeup and put her hair up, and was inserting a pair of star-shaped diamond stud earrings into her ear holes.

Sheng Jingting put down the computer, got up and walked over, looked down at the delicate and delicate little girl: "I didn't expect you to have pretty good makeup skills."

Yuzheng glanced at him: "Basic courses in the training base, one lesson per month."

Sheng Jingting smiled, picked up the eyebrow pencil and lightly touched up a few strokes on her eyebrows: "It seems that your makeup class is not very good."

"I don't major in disguise, so it's not bad to be able to draw like this. If Yan'er is here, you can change my face..." Yuzheng paused: "Forget it...it's a pity that she's not here now, I Just do it yourself."

Sheng Jingting unscrewed a brightly colored lipstick and applied the color with a lip brush: "It's okay, I'll help you."

Yuzheng hurriedly covered her mouth and shrank back: "You...can you do it?"

"Try it, and then you'll know."

"..."

Yu Zheng originally thought that the skills of a straight man like Sheng Jingting must be terrible.

Unexpectedly, not only the color is uniform and the shape is perfect, but also a sense of layering.

The pink lip-biting makeup made the delicate face in the mirror more innocent and pure.

"I can't see it, you still have this hand."

Sheng Jingting closed the lid and put the lipstick back in place, quite proudly: "How can you thank me?"

Yuzheng tilted her head and thought about it for a while, then suddenly stood up and kissed him on the face, leaving a pink lip mark, and smiled triumphantly: "This is my thank you, no Wipe it off. If I don't see it when I come back, I'll spank you."

Sheng Jingting: "..."

Why do little girls nowadays have such a strange hobby?

In Building No. 6 of the Sheng family's ancestral residence, Yunyin stood on the balcony of the bedroom, looking eagerly at the gate.

Aqian promised to take her to the banquet today, but unfortunately at noon today, the company has a temporary meeting that needs to be presided over.

Aqian hasn't come back yet, maybe something happened...

Yunyin was worried when she saw Sheng Jingqian's car drive into the gate.

She couldn't help showing a sweet smile, and hurried back to the master bedroom to stand in front of the full-length mirror and look at herself carefully, for fear that a slight mistake would make him unhappy.

A few minutes later, Sheng Jingqian opened the door and walked in.

"Aqian, are you back?" With a happy smile on Yunyin's face, he stepped forward to pick up the coat he took off: "I've prepared the clothes you're going to wear at night, we'll take a shower You can go."

"I'm exhausted from the meeting all afternoon, get me some first..." Sheng Jingqian handed the coat to her naturally.

When he raised his head to see her appearance, he was stunned.

Yunyin lowered her eyes in embarrassment: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Sheng Jingqian stared at her for another minute, then suddenly lowered his face and said coldly and angrily, "Who told you to dress like this?"

Yunyin was overwhelmed by the yelling: "Yes... yes... the stylist helped me make it, doesn't it look good?"

Sheng Jingqian's eyes widened angrily, and he reached out to grab her gown: "Who allowed you to dress like this? Take it off for me."

She was wearing a sheer black one-shoulder evening gown.

The fishtail design with wrapping buttocks, slit to the thigh.

There is no trace of extra decoration all over the body, simple and smooth.

On her feet are a pair of gold sequined high heels, and around her neck is also equipped with a thin gold necklace.

Waist-length black hair hangs down softly, elegant and luxurious against the backdrop of strong cinnabar-colored lipstick and metal tassel earrings.

It's not just good-looking, it's amazingly good-looking, and it's also amazingly similar to Qiao Yunyin.

"Why?" The dress was just the right size, fitting every part of her body perfectly.

Being torn apart by Sheng Jingqian, Yunyin frowned in pain.

"You don't have the right to dress like this, take it off." Sheng Jingqian's reaction became stronger and stronger.

This is the most beautiful appearance of Qiao Yunyin in his memory.

During the duration of the marriage contract between the two, there was a painting on the wall of his bedroom, and Qiao Yunyin in the painting looked like this.

What is this woman of unknown origin?

How dare she?How dare...to defile the goddess in his heart like this.

"Why? Don't you like black dresses the most?"

Yunyin grabbed the dress on her body, feeling extremely wronged.

The stylist was introduced by Sheng Xinyue, who took several dresses for her to choose from.

She originally wanted to choose the wine red tube top and tail dress, and she wanted to curl her hair.

But Sheng Xinyue told her that Aqian didn't like wine red, let alone curled hair, and kindly helped her match an outfit.

did not expect……

"I do like black, but I don't like wearing it on you." Sheng Jingqian tried hard to pull it off a few times, but couldn't get it off, so he pushed her away angrily.

Yunyin fell to the ground and broke her knee, raised her head with tears in her eyes: "Why can I only wear a long white dress forever? Isn't it just a black evening dress? Others can wear it, why can't I?"

Sheng Jingqian's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at her fiercely without speaking.

Only black long straight with a pure white dress is the most like Qiao Yunyin.

However, tonight's body is the most beautiful appearance in his heart.

He didn't allow this woman of unknown origin to be defiled.

"Aqian, what's wrong with you?" Yunyin gradually sensed that he was not in the right mood, and got up to help him regardless of the pain in his knee.