Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

Mrs. He was telling the truth. When she said she would take her home to stay later, it really was later.

Jiang Zhiyi got married in September, but when He Xianchu came back, it was already the Little New Year.

Although Jiang Zhiyi didn't care and didn't ask, Mrs. He promised Jiang Zhiyi that she would send her away immediately after the New Year's Eve.

When He Xianchu poisoned Jiang Zhiyi, Mrs. He just sent her to a Taoist temple. She already felt very sorry for Jiang Zhiyi, and now she brought her back to celebrate the New Year, which made her feel even more guilty towards Jiang Zhiyi.

But Jiang Zhiyi actually didn't hate He Xianchu, certainly not because she was the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva.

It was because He Xianchu did not cause her any loss except for a meal from beginning to end.

Moreover, he was in a gaming mentality in the mission world, so naturally he had no emotional fluctuations about her existence. Besides, his mission still required her promotion.

Jiang Zhiyi finished drawing her eyebrows and prayed silently in her heart.

I hope she hasn't really reformed, otherwise I will be gone from this world in less than a year, and the last storyline won't be able to be completed.

Jiang Zhiyi touched her belly, where a little life was growing.

This is a modern society, and Jiang Zhiyi's current identity is the young lady of the He family. Her pregnancy was discovered less than a month after she was found out.

Jiang Zhiyi found it very amazing that she, an outsider, could actually use someone else's body to give birth to a child.

No one in the He family was unhappy about the arrival of this child, but it was a surprise for Jiang Zhiyi.

The child is now two months old. He is still very young and Jiang Zhiyi cannot feel his presence.

But I was destined to leave, even with this child.

She is just an employee and has no say in many matters.

And to be fair, she is a person who gets bored easily. After she passes the hurdle of He Qinggui, how long can she maintain her love for him?

Without the tasks restricting her, she would probably get bored soon. It would be better for her to leave when she likes him the most, so that they can part ways in peace.

Give each other the best explanation.

He Xianchu will attend tonight's dinner, but she will be seated far away from Jiang Zhiyi to prevent her from doing anything unruly again.

Jiang Zhiyi wanted to put on her own makeup today, but she was not so good at it and it was not very good.

After finally drawing a good eyebrow, her intuition told her that she would definitely fail on the other side.

Cui Junning placed the eyebrow pencil on the dressing table, sighed softly, and planned to call the maid who usually did her makeup.

He Qinggui, who was handling official business nearby, noticed Jiang Zhiyi's sigh the moment she did, and looked up to ask her.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Cui Junning waved her hand: "Nothing, just focus on your work. I just don't usually draw, but today I suddenly felt like doing it and found that I couldn't even draw my eyebrows properly."

He Qinggui put down the pen in his hand and looked interested.

"Why don't you let me draw your eyebrows for you, Madam?"

Cui Junning looked at He Qinggui, whose eyebrows were extremely well-shaped and she had no worries about drawing them.

Although she didn't really believe in his skills, she didn't want to spoil his fun. Besides, there was still some time before the dinner, so even if he failed, Cui Junning still had time to save the situation.

"Okay, then I'll ask my husband to draw my eyebrows for me."

He Qinggui picked up the eyebrow pencil on the dressing table, moved close to her face, and prepared to draw with fine brushwork on paper.

He was painting seriously, but Cui Junning was distracted unconsciously. Even though they grew up together, she never got tired of looking at He Qinggui's face.

When describing him, the phrase "his features are as pretty as a painting" is no mere refrain.

They have been married for some time, but Cui Junning still blushes when He Qinggui's breath gently blows on her face.

Cui Junning secretly felt lucky that she had already put on makeup, so even if her face was blushing, it wouldn't be noticeable.

He painted very slowly. Drawing eyebrows was not a time-consuming task. In the past, he could even finish drawing a flower in this amount of time. Cui Junning was a little confused.

When I came to my senses, I realized that he had already drawn his eyebrows when I was bewitched by his face and staring at him in a daze.

At this time, he had changed a pen, put some rouge on it and was drawing something on Cui Junning's face.

When Cui Junning realized this, her bright and moving eyes suddenly widened.

She had absolute faith in He Qinggui's painting skills, but it was a New Year's Eve banquet with all the He family members gathered together, and she would definitely be ridiculed for having his painting on her face, no matter whether it was good or bad.

But he was painting now and it was not easy to interrupt him.

It’s my fault that I couldn’t resist the temptation of beauty. Why did I get distracted?

He stopped writing and a satisfied smile appeared on his jade-like face.

Cui Junning said to him, "You, I was just daydreaming, but you were painting on my face."

He Qinggui hugged Cui Junning from behind. His scent made Cui Junning calm down her childish anger towards He Qinggui once again.

Never mind, it's just a family dinner, as long as it's pretty, I don't care.

Cui Junning looked at herself in the mirror.

His eyebrows were drawn very well. He probably modified the half of the eyebrows that Cui Junning had originally drawn. The two curved willow-leaf eyebrows looked completely natural.

At the corner of his right eye, he painted a half-opened crabapple blossom using red with a hint of blue.

She was beautiful yet with a bit of reserve and shyness, and paired with Cui Junning's round and bright lychee eyes, she looked extremely beautiful.

Cui Junning looked at herself and He Qinggui in the mirror, and used her hands to straighten his face so that it was close to her own.

Cui Junning knew that her appearance was much inferior to He Qinggui's, but the crabapple blossom at the corner of her eye added some color to her.

It made her want to put herself and him in front of the mirror. They looked like a perfect match.

Cui Junning raised a happy smile, looked at her face in the mirror, and said to He Qinggui without even turning her head.

“It’s a very nice painting and a good performance.”

He Qinggui held Cui Junning and let her sit on his lap, holding her waist, his tone indescribably gentle.

"I draw so well, so there's no reward?"

Cui Junning gently fiddled with his long eyelashes, patted his face and said to him: "The reward is that I will let you draw for me next time. How about it, do you want to do it?"

Although it was a question, Cui Junning's voice was indeed full of confident sweetness.

The man who gave Cui Junning enough confidence in her relationship said, "Of course, it is a great honor to be able to dress up your wife every day. Let's make a deal. I will draw your eyebrows every day from now on."

Cui Junning gave him a light kiss on the lips.

"Don't change my words. I didn't promise you to paint every day."

He Qinggui had long discovered the lethality of his face to Cui Junning, and he leaned closer and said to her.

"Then Madam, are you unwilling to draw your eyebrows for your husband every day?"

Looking at his exquisite and impeccable face that was magnified before her eyes, Cui Junning was defeated.

"Okay, okay, I'll satisfy you."

Bai Zhi, who was embroidering a handkerchief nearby, couldn't help but reveal a relieved smile when she saw Cui Junning's happy look.

It would be better if that lady didn't come back, I don't know why.

After the young lady returned home, Bai Zhi felt her heart beating uneasily, as if something bad was going to happen.