Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

Qingyun never thought that modeling could be so hypnotic, but it might also be because he ate too much at noon and felt dizzy, and he hadn't taken a nap yet.

In short, Qingyun started to feel sleepy when he first saw the stylist, not to mention that her voice was so gentle and particularly hypnotic.

The stylist gave her a shoulder and neck massage at the beginning. Although she didn't feel anything, she felt extremely sleepy when washing her hair, especially when lying down, with the warm water flowing on her head and the sound of water ringing in her ears. Isn't this white noise?

Qingyun woke up from a nap sitting in a chair. The makeup artist just came while she was still doing her hair. She wanted to see how meticulous this slow and careful work was.

After the makeup artist prepared the foundation, she came over to do skin care. Qingyun almost blacked out and fell asleep again.

The small brush gently brushed her face, which felt a little cool and a little itchy, layer after layer, one place after another. Qingyun wanted to shake her head, and she thought of the nursery rhyme.

I am a painter, I am good at painting.

"Come on, open your mouth gently."

The makeup artist's voice is so gentle, and the lipstick smells so good, I really want to taste it. I kind of understand why Jia Baoyu wants to eat rouge every day.

"Miss, your eyelashes are very long. Let's curl them gently. They will look better with a curve, like a doll." The makeup artist coaxed Qingyun to close her eyes again.

Oh no, I feel even more sleepy when I close my eyes.

This was the only sentence left in Qingyun's mind, but her actions were faster than her thoughts.

After the makeup artist finishes the makeup, she will discuss with the stylist what jewelry to wear, whether it should be small pearl flowers, kingfisher flowers, enamel flowers, or various gemstone flowers.

The sun was sliding down slowly, like playing on a not-so-smooth slide. It was so strange that there seemed to be no beautiful sunsets in winter.

When Qingyun woke up from her second sleep, her mind was a little fuzzy. She wanted to rub her eyes out of habit, but was stopped by the goldfish.

In the mirror in front of me was a delicate and pretty little face. Maybe because she had just woken up, her confused expression made her look a little otherworldly.

Qingyun was really amazed. She couldn't believe that this was herself. Are all of you who know how to put on makeup Nuwa?

She really likes the round eyes, like a kitten, which look very obedient and pure. Her heart is old, so she likes simple things.

Seeing the small hairpins on her head, she retracted the idea that flowers and birds were tacky. The small flowers made of topaz were sparkling, and the butterflies made of gold were flapping their wings, looking clever and lively.

"Today should be a little festive. Although there shouldn't be too many colors, this red ribbon won't be out of place." The stylist's hands are very skillful. The ribbon is strung at the end of the double buns, and the edges are shining with golden luster, dragging a part at the back. It looks very well-behaved and cute from the front, and lively and agile at the back.

"Okay, change your clothes, Miss."

Qingyun has never understood why one has to do one's hair before putting on clothes. Wouldn't that ruin one's hair? Now she realizes that the zippers of these clothes are almost reaching their legs.

What she fantasizes about: wearing a pullover.

Actually: stand inside and pull up.

It turns out that those people wear so little and look so beautiful in winter because the place they go is not cold. It makes sense. There are air conditioners at home and in the car, and when they go to the mall, it will only be cold for two minutes from the garage to the elevator, and the mall also has air conditioning.

Just like Fufeng Fort, there is heating in Fuyao and Qingfenglangyuan now, but it’s a pity that the patrol car has no heating, which makes the trip a bad one.

I put on this skirt, which should be worn in late spring, and over-the-knee socks on my legs, and then some black leather shoes. The soles are so soft, I really want to jump on them to see how soft they are.

After tying the cloak, this outfit really gave Qingyun a feeling of being reborn. It suits Qingyun's situation very well and feels more festive than wearing bright red.

While the stylist and makeup artist were packing up, Qingyun couldn't help but jump a little while Jinyu was also packing up the jewelry. Hehe, the soles of the shoes were really soft. She had never worn such soft leather shoes in all her years in her previous life.

Fu Shengyu checked downstairs and was about to go pick up his daughter. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Qingyun jumped for joy and smiled happily, very genuinely.

The old father's heart softened again. Who doesn't like their child to express his true joy, anger, sorrow and happiness in front of them? This shows that he has done a good job. This is Qingyun's happy smile, and it also shows Qingyun's recognition of him as a father.

"Father." Qingyun smiled, feeling a little excited. Yes, only by dressing like this could she stand together with her biological son.

Since the road he came here was full of devastation, his future path will definitely be full of flowers.

All the bad things in this world should not appear in front of her own son!

"Qingyun, come with me." Fu Shengyu bent down and stretched out his hand like a gentleman, watching Qingyun put the white hand in his own.

Downstairs, Feng Huayang, wearing a red fishtail skirt and a white jacket, sat on a chair in a very charming manner. Wen Geyin, wearing a purple suit, stood beside her, looking at her tenderly.

The banquet was not very big and there were not many people coming, so what was required was a person of status and position. Fu Shengyu also wanted to use a grand banquet to welcome his daughter, but he was afraid that Qingyun did not like large crowds. He was even more worried that if the conditions were relaxed, the people who came would be tactless and make things difficult for his daughter.

"Qingyun." Feng Huayang was the first to see the father and daughter coming over. She stood up and took the gift box on the table.

"Aunt, Brother Ayin." Qingyun showed an obedient smile. She did not rush forward as usual today. She looked so beautiful today. She felt that she should maintain the elegance of a princess, just like the design of this dress.

Qingyun felt that she probably resonated with the designer at this moment. Her love for this dress made her regulate her words and deeds, and it was also a compliment to the designer.

"Qingyun looks like a little princess now." Feng Huayang opened the gift box, which contained a whole set of pearl jewelry. Each pearl was round and shiny, neither too big nor too small, just the right size for the eye.

"Qingyun is the apple of our eye. Never belittle yourself."

"Thank you, auntie." Qingyun took the gift box and saw a black card inside. She had made it big. She had struggled for more than ten years but still had no black card. But now she had one after just ten days. It was great to be reborn.

"Brother Yin will take you to find the gift that Qingyun has for him after dinner, okay?" Wen Geyin smiled mysteriously, "Brother Yin will take Qingyun to play games."

"it is good."

"People will be arriving soon. Ayu, you and Qingyun go to greet them, and Ayin and I will take care of the interior."

"Huayang, thank you for your help."

"Why bother? We are all very happy."

"Yes, but there is no need for us to be polite to each other as brothers. It would be better for you to say a few good words for me in front of Huayang."

"I will tell you the truth. Miss Feng deserves the best." Fu Shengyu raised his eyebrows and looked at Wen Geyin critically.

Wen Geyin shrugged and curled his lips, looking a little naughty, looking at the crystal chandelier with a bit of recklessness and malice.

If Wen Geyin was willing to show some of his gentlemanly qualities, Feng Huayang would probably be more interested. Unfortunately, he was just pretending to be unconvinced.