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Soon came the day of Qiu Sheng's wedding.

Qiu Yu had rare insomnia, and he fell asleep after tossing and turning until after two o'clock. At six o'clock, he felt his body being fiddled with by his fingers and turned in a circle: "Qiaoqiu?"

Qiu Yuruan turned himself over on his stomach, almost melting into a puddle of water in his nest.

"Chirp—"

Xiao Feijiu covered his head with his wings, the fluff on the top of his head drooped limply on his head, his voice was weak.

Don't be noisy, I'm so sleepy.

"Qiaoqiu, it's time to get up," Feng Ran's voice woke him up from his sleep, "Today is your elder brother's wedding, you have to go there early."

"Chirp—"

Qiu Yu opened Doudou's eyes in a daze, and then, as if realizing something in an instant, he fluttered his little wings and came out of the nest: "Jiujiu!"

Because of his disheveled sleeping position, the fluff on his body was in disarray.

He still likes to sleep as a little bird cub now, and it's one of the reasons that his mental strength hasn't recovered yet, because Feng Ran is still living in his room, and he's a little embarrassed.

"Brother Feng, I'll be right away! Wait for me, wait for me, wait for me!"

He hastily changed into the appearance of a boy, and quickly began to wash and brush his teeth.

"Xiao Yu woke up? Come quickly."

After going downstairs, Qiu Yu found that his parents and second brother were all ready to go. He grabbed his hair and got into the car.

The family drove to the place where the wedding was held.

The Qiu family's wedding was very grandly prepared, but because they arrived too early, the guests hadn't arrived yet, so they entered the preparation room first.

Professional stylists are there waiting for them.

Qiu Yu had never worn makeup before.

After he changed his clothes, he wanted to slip away. Unexpectedly, a make-up artist shouted loudly as if he saw some treasure: "Hey! Little handsome guy!!"

It's like catching a fish that slipped through the net.

It was a boy with a very feminine appearance, and he was twisted and twisted when he walked. He stepped forward a few times and grabbed Qiu Yu with his hands with raised orchid fingers: "Hurry up, handsome boy, it will be too late if you don't wear makeup!"

Qiu Yu kept saying "no need", but the makeup artist directly pressed him in front of the mirror, looked up and down at Qiu Yu in the mirror and sighed: "Oh, it's a pity not to wear makeup on this skin, this face."

Mrs. Qiu on the side smiled when she saw this: "Don't listen to him, dress him up well, this kid doesn't care about himself all year round, I can't stand it as a mother."

The meaning of watching jokes during the conversation was very strong, and there was no intention of helping Qiu Yu out of the siege at all.

Qiu Yu was pinned on the chair by the make-up artist. Seeing his small body, he couldn't get down and struggle, so he had no choice but to let him move.

"Tsk, this face is too good, I'll give you a base makeup first..."

As he spoke, he picked up the bottles and started to wipe Qiu Yu's face.

Feng Ran was originally helping with things in another room, but when Qiu Yu was being swept by the makeup artist with a small brush with his eyes closed, he suddenly pushed the door open and walked in.

"It's alright, there's no need for this—"

The young man seemed to still want to struggle.

"No, this is already the most basic!"

Qiu Yu's appearance is already very good, so there is no need for more makeup to modify it.

The makeup artist used an eyebrow pencil to help him darken his eyebrows. At first glance, nothing could be seen at all, but the kid still raised his eyes, and his eyes followed his hand, looking very vigilant.

Feng Ran couldn't help laughing.

So cute too.

After painting the eyebrows, Qiu Yu quickly pushed away the make-up artist's hand: "Okay, okay, you've been messing with my face for two hours, and if it doesn't end, my brother's wedding will start! This is suitable !"

"Hey, hey," the make-up artist laughed like a hen crowing, "Stop joking, handsome guy, it's only been 10 minutes—hey, hey, there's still lipstick!"

Seeing that Qiu Yu was about to leave, he held him down in an instant, and the makeup artist who looked like Jiao Didi was quite strong: "You still want to run?"

While talking, he unpacked a new tube of lipstick, picked up the lip brush to dip in its color: "This one suits you, it looks younger!"

Qiu Yu:? ? ?

Can you speak!How young is he for a boy who is not yet 20 years old!

The young man allowed the makeup artist to move with a sulky face, because it was his first time wearing lipstick, and he was a little uncomfortable with it. Although the lipstick was very good in texture, he still felt a bit thick and unsuitable on his lips.

Qiu Yu pursed his lips unconsciously, and looked at Feng Ran who was not used to it, and unconsciously carried a bit of grievance in his voice as if he was being bullied: "Brother Feng..."

Feng Ran stepped forward, put his hands on his shoulders, and said in his voice as if holding back a smile, "It's actually pretty pretty."

In fact, the boy's appearance didn't change too much, his skin was already good, so the make-up artist only put on a simple and breathable base makeup to highlight his original advantages.

So from Feng Ran's point of view, Qiu Yu's lips were just a little redder.

His appearance became more beautiful, when he raised his head to look at Feng Ran, he looked like a bullied little animal seeking comfort.

"Hey?"

The makeup artist on one side looked between the two of them. His professionalism over the years made him instantly realize something was wrong: "Wow, are you two a couple?"

Qiu Yu blinked.

The make-up artist smiled instantly: "Oh, I get it——"

"Then invite me after you get married! Make sure to draw both of you beautifully!"

Qiu Yu wanted to say no.

After today, he already has a deep psychological shadow on makeup.

"Xiao Wang! Come here and do me a favor!"

At this moment, someone nearby suddenly called out to the makeup artist with a loud voice.

"Hey!"

The makeup artist ran away in an instant.

Feng Ran stretched out his hand subconsciously, and touched the corner of Qiu Yu's lips with a faint redness, and a touch of red was wiped on his knuckle-boned hand.

In such a comparison, his hands were even whiter.

Qiu Yu's face became inexplicably hot, he concealedly picked up one side of the lipstick and played with it, and suddenly thought of something and asked: "No, Brother Feng, why didn't he force you to put on makeup for you? "

The lipstick was quite exquisite, and he held it between his fingers and twisted it around a few times casually. This picture is not feminine at all, but rather artistic.

Feng Ran was silent for a moment: "Maybe it's because I don't look easy to mess with?"

Qiu Yu looked up at Feng Ran.

With amber eyes, slightly pursed thin lips, and a bit of mental energy inadvertently overflowing from his body, he really looks cold and not easy to provoke.

And a little handsome.

Qiu Yu squinted his eyes, "Huh?" and said, "That means I look more easy to provoke?"

The young man's lips were slightly pursed, and the expression on his face was a bit smelly.

But in Feng Ran's eyes, his appearance is like a little fat chirp with fried hair, so cute that it can melt your heart.

Feng Ran didn't know what to think of, suddenly laughed.

"Why," he said, "you look like the toughest—"

When he said this, his voice was soft and slow, with a playful meaning in it.

"Especially when I get angry and tweet, it's very scary."

After thinking about it, Feng Ran added another sentence: "Brother Qiu, you are awesome."

Not at all heartfelt.

Qiu Yu is not stupid, of course he could hear the mocking meaning in Feng Ran's words, he gritted his molars, inadvertently looked at the lipstick in his hand, and a bold idea flashed in his heart.

"Okay, they don't give you makeup, I'll make it up for you—" He held Feng Ran down, picked up the lip brush with the other hand and wanted to apply it to Feng Ran's mouth, "Didn't you say I'm not easy to mess with? ! Don't hide!"

With one hand, Feng Ran suppressed the movement of Xiao Qiuqiu's teeth and claws. He said "Huh?" and looked down at Qiu Yu.

His amber eyes were light and gentle, and there was a hint of narrowness in his eyes.

Just looking at it makes my stomach full of bad water.

Before Qiu Yu had time to be vigilant, he suddenly felt a kiss imprinted on his lips like a dragonfly.

"Okay, you don't need to do anything, I'll take the initiative," Feng Ran smiled, "Would you like to give me some reward?"

Xiao Qiu's eyes widened.

His family is all around!

The corner where the two of them stood was hidden, so although there were quite a few people, no one looked this way, but when he thought that he and Feng Ran would do such a scandalous thing in public, Qiu Yu felt like he was about to explode up.

The soft touch seemed to be still on his lips, Qiu Yu pursed his lips unconsciously, feeling like he was about to explode.

Seeing his eyes widen nervously, Feng Ran was afraid of teasing him too hard, so he couldn't help but loosen his restraint.

"I……"

He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but his hand was thrown away by Qiu Yu. The young man stood on tiptoe and directly wiped the lipstick on Feng Ran's face, drawing a bright red mark on his side face twice. grimace.

"Hahahaha, you've got your skills!"

The young man's voice was arrogant, as if he had taken advantage of Feng Ran.

That is to say, the dressing room is too noisy, that's why Qiu Yu dared to be so presumptuous, otherwise he would definitely be taught by his mother for being so skinny.

Feng Ran: "..."

Seeing Qiu Yu break free from his hand and run away without a trace, Feng Yan's amber eyes sank slightly, he gave a "tsk", and the drooping eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes.

Qiu Cheng, who was on the side, happened to walk over, saw the red color on Feng Ran's face, and instantly realized that this should be his brother's masterpiece.

"Hahahahaha," he laughed instantly, "Oh no, Xiao Feng, you look like this hahahahaha..."

He was out of breath laughing.

Feng Ran glanced at him lightly, then took out a makeup remover towel from the side, and wiped off the grimace.

Qiu Cheng belatedly felt a chill down his spine, he tentatively asked: "Brother Feng, are you not angry?"

If someone else did this, it is estimated that he would have died in this world by now.

But if it's Qiu Yu...

Feng Ran hooked the corners of his lips, and said with interest: "No."

If it was the kid he was protecting on the tip of his heart, he would have to think of a different way to punish him well.