The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 168 The wealthy eldest lady who was taken in the wrong way (25)

  Song Zilang was stunned when he heard this. He clearly explained that Song Qianqian told Su Qinghuan.

  The young man who looked a little similar to Su Qinghuan immediately swept towards Song Qianqian. He only thought that Song Qianqian had forgotten for a while, and his handsome eyebrows suddenly showed displeasure.

   "Qianqian, why didn't you tell Qinghuan about this? What time is it now! What if you delay Qinghuan's styling?"

  Too many guests came to Song's house today. Even if Song Qianqian is to be used as the protagonist of the birthday party, can’t let Qinghuan become an ugly duckling as a foil?

  ……

  Faced with Song Zilang’s question, Song Qianqian looked extremely aggrieved.

   "Brother, I obviously told Qing Huan that I would have a banquet at noon, but Qing Huan was in anger at that time and always minded that she wanted to live in the servant's room. Maybe she was listening?"

  Song Qianqian bit her crimson lips tightly, her eyes suddenly flushed.

   "Brother, don't you believe me?"

  Obviously, after staying in the Song's house for so long, Su Qinghuan has only come to the Song's house for more than a month. Could it be that the brother-sister relationship for so many years is no better than that of that **** woman who instigates casually?

  Speaking, Song Qianqian held his hands angrily, trying to conceal the resentment in his eyes.

  Since Song Zilang defended Su Qinghuan yesterday, she has been very dissatisfied with this brother, and now there is an indescribable hatred spreading in her heart.

  ……

   Hearing Song Qianqian shaking the pot like this, Su Qinghuan's thin lips made a small smile.

   "Song Qianqian, when did you tell me to have a banquet at noon? Is it because I am deaf, or is the cost of lying too low now? Song Qianqian, are you afraid that I will overwhelm your limelight?"

  "You, Qinghuan, how can you slander me so much!"

  Song Qianqian saw Su Qinghuan’s face that looked like a smile but not a smile, and always felt that all his little abacus had been seen through!

  No, how is this possible!

  She swept through Su Qinghuan’s white T and jeans, and her hair that was messed up because she had just woke up, and the panic in her heart suddenly disappeared.

  ——Even if Su Qinghuan is naturally beautiful, but at birthday banquets, it would be laughable to dress like this. Su Qinghuan really dared to go out like this, that would be self-humiliating!

  Understanding this point, Song Qianqian was not so nervous anymore. She bit the corner of her lip, with a magnanimous appearance of resisting grievances and opening up others.

   "Qinghuan, now is not the time to be entangled in whether you have heard the schedule. It is only more than half an hour before the banquet started. What about your makeup?!"

  ……

  Father Song obviously also understands how tight time is. Song Qianqian got up at 6 o'clock in the morning and started applying facial mask to do styling!

  And Su Qinghuan!

  He swept through Su Qinghuan's rough and messy appearance, thinking that he would be ruined by this wonderful work of their Song family's reputation, and suddenly became angry.

  "Qianqian, don't bother about this evil spirit. Dad believes you are innocent! And now that time is so tight, where can I have time to argue with you! Just say what to do?!"

   "Su Qinghuan, you don't want to go on stage like this, do you? Are you going to embarrass our family?"

Song Zilang didn't expect that Song's father would be so bad at each other. He immediately wanted to explain to Su Qinghuan a few words, or Song Qianqian saw that the signs were wrong. Father's hand.

  "Dad, don’t scold Qinghuan, and let someone style Qinghuan! Even if it’s not too delicate, you still have to change your clothes and comb your hair!"

  Speaking, Song Qianqian gave Sister Lin a look, and sincerely fetched a yellow dress from the coat rack.

  "Qinghuan, your skin is white. Although this is the style of last year, it is also a high-end style. You can try this little skirt. It will definitely match your skin tone."

  Su Qinghuan looked at the clothes in Song Qianqian's hand amusedly. She picked it up in the expectant eyes of the other party and shook it directly at the crowd.

  "Are you sure, you want me to wear such a backless outfit?"

  Song Qianqian is wearing Chanel’s new season, but he is embarrassed to take a skirt that I don’t know how long it has been at home to prevaricate the original owner!

  The ladies of the upper class always love to compare. If you wear a seasonal skirt, it is enough to prove that you are not taken seriously at home and have no status.

   Even more exaggerated is that Song Qianqian also instructed the makeup artist to give the original master a strong nightclub outfit, plus that backless skirt is almost like some indescribable practitioner!

   Standing next to Song Qianqian who looked like a fairy, it was full of dusty atmosphere!

  ……

  Song Qianqian's beautiful eyes blinked, and the whole person was innocent and puzzled.

   "Qinghuan, what's wrong with the halter skirt? This is originally a banquet occasion. You have white skin and you will definitely look good on it..."

   As she said, she covered her heart with one hand, and fell into Father Song’s arms a little bit weepingly.

"Dad, why does Qinghuan always misunderstand me? I obviously want her to wear a beautiful little dress. She originally said that I didn't tell her the time on purpose, but now I don't mind Qinghuan stealing my limelight. , She still said that to me..."

  Under the guidance of Song Qianqian's eyes, Sister Lin also stood up with righteous indignation.

   "Ms. Su, are you too white-eyed? Ms. Qianqian kindly provided you with a dress for the banquet, showing your back. Will you have less meat?"

   "I can't serve someone like you who maliciously speculate on others!"

  Song Qianqian stood up pretentiously and wanted to grab Sister Lin’s hand, but rushed for nothing.

   "Sister Lin, Qinghuan is still young, don't leave! Otherwise, who will be responsible for Qinghuan’s styling, woooooo... Qinghuan, please apologize and invite people back..."

  Song Qianqian had tears on her face, but she was very happy in her heart, wanting to see Su Qinghuan collapse.

  This kind of effect is what she wants. She didn’t want to let Sister Lin put makeup on Su Qinghuan. Now she is procrastinating, and she wants to find a maid who knows how to put makeup on Su Qinghuan's face. The more vulgar the better!

  ……

  Unexpectedly, Su Qinghuan glanced at Sister Lin faintly, opened her lips lightly, and her voice was steady.

   "It doesn't matter if she rolls, she has a bad aesthetic level and can't make it to the table. It's better to do it myself."

   "You all go out, don't hinder me."

  ? ? ?

  Song Qianqian scanned Su Qinghuan’s face in disbelief, almost wondering if he had heard it wrong.

  But Su Qinghuan sat down with a calm expression on her face, and directly summarized what she wanted to use.

  When Su Qinghuan was the first to pick up the red diamond necklace that flashed blindly on the table, Song Qianqian's mouth suddenly twitched!

  This aesthetic!

  Song Qianqian was so happy to be a good person this time, she showed a considerate smile and closed the door for Su Qinghuan.

   "Dad, brother, let's go out, don't affect Qinghuan."

  ……

  Only Sister Lin was still waiting outside the door with anger, she just borrowed the donkey from the slope, but Su Qinghuan would dare to laugh at her poor level!

Seeing that the banquet was about to begin, the internationally renowned stylist opened the door mockingly.

   "Miss Su, are you finished? You—"

  When she saw the figure inside, sister Lin's pupils shrank suddenly, and all the words were stuck in her throat...

  (End of this chapter)