Bamboo horse is not a human being in his daily life

Chapter 61 [Stars and Assistants] Okay, Dad spoils you

Jiang Yousi's few short words directly put Wen Queyu into isolation for three days, and for three whole days, whenever she saw that someone wanted to talk to her, she quickly lowered her head and became depressed.

This intermittent quietness continued until the shooting of the third variety show started.

It was drizzling rain outside the mansion, Wen Queyu was drowsy and was pulled up to make up, sat on the chair and looked at her phone, it was only four o'clock in the morning, she yawned and slowly closed her eyes.

Letting the make-up artist smear her face, she just wants to have a tryst with Zhou Gong at the moment.

In a state of extreme unconsciousness, Wen Queyu vaguely heard the sound of chatting.

"I heard that Mrs. Jiang's young lady couldn't get used to so many girls in Jiang's family, so she kicked them out!"

"The Jiang family is the most capable one. Jiang Songge, who used to control half of the entertainment circle, was awesome at the time. Now, he's just licking his face and trying to curry favor with the upstarts every day!"

"Upstart? Who? I won't be sleepy if you talk about this!"

"Do you know the Sui family? Although it is worse than the Jiang family, it is still a wealthy family! You can see what entertainment reporters have written recently. Sui Yu is the only son of this generation of the Sui family. He has been photographed going in and out with Jiang Songge several times! "

"Is there such a thing? Why haven't I seen it on the hot search? It hasn't exploded yet?"

"Explosive? It was withdrawn as soon as it was posted! Who would dare to write the gossip about the Jiang family and the Sui family?"

Wen Queyu felt that he might have eaten a big melon in his dream. This Jiang Songge really had the ability. The official partner turned into a brat, and in a blink of an eye he caught up with the new official partner Sui Yu. A frothy drama at quadruple speed.

To say that Jiang Songge is also a hard-headed person, since she told her last time that if Sui Yu can be signed back, she will postpone the recovery of her company's rights, she really plunged into Sui Yu's life circle and didn't show up at Jiang's house for a week once.

Even though everyone knew that this was just a deliberate embarrassment for her, but Jiang Songge's aura of never repaying Loulan was really stupid. Isn't it a waste of time to do such useless work.

Wen Que Yu smashed his mouth, a bunch of thoughts popped up in his mind while he was dazed.

When you woke up, you saw a beautiful girl in the mirror with autumn water hidden in her eyes, the eyelids were smudged with pearlescent eyeshadow, which gradually smudged from the middle to the sides, but was replaced by light orange at the end of the eyes Drag it with brown eyeliner into a beautiful little tail.

She blinked, and the beautiful girl in the mirror also blinked.

Wen Queyu, who had been autistic for three days, felt healed by her beauty.

So what about soil?As a beautiful woman, can Tuna be called Tuna?That's simplicity!Innocent, cute and unpretentious!
When she was about to be dazzled by her own beauty and hung on her fairy spirit, a group of people walked in from outside the door. The woman in the front line was holding a dress carefully, and the ones behind were holding shining accessories Walked in with several shoeboxes.

"Young lady, please change your clothes."

That dress looks familiar, the pink dress is inlaid with pearls and diamonds, and the outer layer of tulle is wrapped in the sun, shining in the sun. Isn't this the "shake the stars" in Miracle Nuan?
"This is?"

The person holding the clothes replied, "Master Jiang prepared them for you."

After finishing speaking, he complimented with envy, "Young master is so kind to you. The clothes alone were ordered several weeks in advance, and the design was drawn by the young master himself! The fabrics and workmanship are all very particular. I watched the designer make it myself!”

Drawn by hand?Wen Queyu suspected that Jiang Yousi was plagiarizing the copyright of Miracle Nuan Nuan's clothes, so he picked up the dress and walked into the cloakroom, murmuring, "It seems that I have to instill in Ruan Ruan the awareness of protecting originality."

Putting on delicate makeup, putting on a delicate little skirt, and even wearing all the accessories such as bracelets, necklaces, earrings, etc., and stepping on double [-]cm stiletto heels, Wen Queyu seemed to have transformed into a top supermodel by herself , Step by step, he went downstairs.

Jiang Youpan had been waiting for quite a while, and saw the girl walking down the stairs slowly, holding on to the handle of the stairs, her expression unchanged, and after glancing at her, she began to comment.

"You abruptly put on a pair of five-centimeter high heels to look ten centimeters."

"Are you praising me?"

"I'm praising you for your good posture." He was spitting, but he stood up, walked up to her in two or three steps, and after a few seconds of eyes resting on her, he asked, "In order to save money?" Time, do you want me to carry you or carry you?"

Carry?carry?
The hand she was holding on to the stairs softened, and she quickly grabbed it with the other hand. After she stood firm, she suggested, "I choose to hug!"

As he spoke, he held out his hand to him.

"Soft hug!"

The girl's long hair was curled even more by the stylist, a few strands curled around her temples and hung on her cheeks, the other half hung over her left shoulder, and the other half was restrained by a silver hairpin from moving forward Hanging steadily behind the back, it swayed with the movement of the body.

She said this purely to make Jiang Youpan sick. For Jiang Youpan, the word "hug" was the top of the list of disgusting words of the year.

When Jiang Youpan was still a little boy Jiang Ruanruan, he showed contempt for acting like a baby. At that time, another little boy Wen Queyu stretched out his hand to his mother begging for a hug with a smile that could melt the heart of an aunt. Jiang Ruanruan just stood by and sneered, contemptuously.

"Three-year-olds only need to be hugged."

Jiang's mother bent down to pick up Wen Queyu, not forgetting to tease her son. "Yes, my Ruanruan is four years old, not a three-year-old, is it?"

Jiang Ruanruan was very happy when he heard the words, but his cool attribute didn't allow him to raise his tail in public, so he could only let out a soft 'hmm'.

Mother Jiang laughed again, "But sister Yuyu is not yet three years old, is it normal for her sister to want to be hugged?"

This... Jiang Ruanruan frowned for a while and thought about it for a while, then raised her head and saw the little kid in her mother's arms wearing a pink tutu with a lollipop in her arms, feeling a little upset all over.

"Anyway, hugging or something is the most disgusting!" Jiang Ruanruan, who just turned four years old, said so.

During this period of childhood, Jiang's mother often picked out the corpses and flogged the corpses. In order to save his respect and not slap his face, Jiang always kept the same caliber as his four-year-old self, and would reply bluntly every time he mentioned this matter.

“To this day, I also agree with my childhood self.”

Wen Queyu originally thought that Jiang Yousi, who was so resistant to the word hug, would be speechless by her words, but who would have thought that the man thought for a while, looked at her up and down as if weighing her weight.

There was a little bit of displeasure on that delicate and flawless face, and he asked her coldly.

"Are you a three-year-old?"

Wen Queyu immediately replied, "That's right, I'll—"

Before she finished speaking, the person standing in front of her picked her up by the waist, the skirt swayed in mid-air, and fell on her lap obediently.

The person holding her had a half-smile, as if he had figured out the small calculation in her heart, and said with a smile.

"Okay, Dad spoils you."

　【small theater】

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　　(I think if I continue to perfunctory, I may be beaten, tomorrow! Tomorrow I will write a small theater for you seriously!)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)