Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

Feng Xuanming looked at Du Qingheng and asked himself with a bewildered face, and he was immediately amused by Du Qingheng's silly look. Feng Xuanming walked to Du Qingheng's side, lowered his head, and leaned into Du Qingheng's ear to ask playfully:

"What do you think! I didn't say that these waters are for you to drink. This is for you to practice holding your breath!"

Hearing Feng Xuanming's words, Du Qingheng's face flushed suddenly, and she was so embarrassed that she just wanted to find a hole to get in.

That's it, Feng Xuanming has been guarding Du Qingheng's side, watching her bury her head in the basin again and again, holding on for a while, not raising her head.

Several times, Du Qingheng almost didn't get choked to death by that little pot of water. His face changed from red to purple and then to pale, very pitiful. Feng Xuanming who was watching also became anxious secretly.

"Heng'er, think about hating those people, think about how much you endured, are you willing?" Feng Xuanming knew that no matter how many words he said to comfort Du Qingheng at this time, it would not hurt her heart as much as this sentence The words come true.

"Not reconciled!"

Sure enough, Du Qingheng gritted his teeth, frowned in resentment, and plunged into the water again. This time, she persisted for a long, long time, and Feng Xuanming, who had been on the side for a long time, almost thought that Du Qingheng was suffocated in the water. in.

"Du Qingheng!"

Feng Xuanming strode forward in horror and grabbed Du Qingheng’s shoulders, forcing Du Qingheng’s head to lift out of the water. When he saw Du Qingheng’s face with a faint smile and water drops slowly dripping on the ground, it didn’t After something strange. Feng Xuanming's eyes tightened, and he quickly released the hand holding Du Qingheng's shoulders, rubbed his nose awkwardly and said:

"Why don't you say anything, I thought, I thought..."

"Why? Do you think I'm dead?"

Before Feng Xuanming could finish speaking, Du Qingheng took it in one mouthful. I don’t know why, the smile on Du Qingheng’s face was exceptionally brilliant. Feng Xuanming only felt unusually dazzling when she saw it, as if a light was shining in the depths of her heart. He was a little unbelievable and unbelievable.

"Hmm, of course, how can we get revenge when you die!" Feng Xuanming forced himself to turn his head to the other side, and looked around on the ground for himself.

"Is it really only because of revenge that you are so worried about me?" The smile on Du Qingheng's face gradually faded, his eyes showed a touch of pain.

"Of course not. It's also because I care about you. I care about you!" Feng Xuanming naturally knew what Du Qingheng said. He chuckled and said along Du Qingheng.

"Hehe, right, what you said is a bit fake, but we are the same kind of people. We do whatever we can for our ends. We only love ourselves, not others!"

Although he knew that Feng Xuanming's words were false, Du Qingheng still took these words to his heart without knowing why.

Feng Xuanming, I know that what you said is false, but since it came from your mouth, I will treat it as true!

"Oh, my Heng'er, why bother to be so serious. We only need to be happy!"

Feng Xuanming didn't dare to look at Du Qingheng's eyes. He turned around and walked outside the door. He brought in a large bag of things from outside. He opened the bag and took out some small boxes and several colorful bottles and cans. tank.

Seeing that Feng Xuanming was obviously evading this topic, Du Qingheng simply stopped talking.

Instead, he looked curiously at Feng Xuanming holding those things in his hands, and kept pouring upside down. For a while, he poured the red powder of this bottle into another jar, and then added water to the jar, stirring constantly stand up.

Looking at that posture, it seems to be with flour?

This thought suddenly popped out of Du Qingheng's mind, and Du Qingheng almost didn't laugh.

Feng Xuanming saw that Du Qing hadn't spoken for a long time, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Du Qingheng's head lowered, smiling hard wherever he was, and trembling all over, with an uncomfortable appearance. Feng Xuanming couldn't help looking at Du Qingheng curiously, raising his eyebrows and asking:

"what are you laughing at?"

"No, no, I, I didn't laugh anything!" Du Qingheng was taken aback by Feng Xuanming's sudden questioning, and he waved his hand and shook his head to deny.

"..." Feng Xuanming frowned and thought to himself: Is he blind? Are you smiling and he can't tell?

"I'm making medicinal mud for you!"

Feng Xuanming glanced down at the thing in his hand, and instantly understood what Du Qingheng was laughing at. Feng Xuanming gave Du Qingheng a helpless look and explained.

"Medicinal mud?"

Du Qingheng listened to Feng Xuanming’s words, and then seriously looked at what Feng Xuanming was holding. To be honest, she hadn’t noticed that Feng Xuanming had blended several colorful powders together. All became flesh-colored.

"Well, medicated mud! This medicinal mud can only help you change your appearance for about a month, and it will disappear after a month."

As Feng Xuanming spoke, he conciliated seriously. After he was done, Feng Xuanming walked to Du Qingheng and sat down. He reached out and dug a pile of medicine mud in the clay pot, carefully laying it on Du Qingheng's face Wipe it up.

"Don't talk, don't move, if you want a look that will astound the people and the country and the city, listen to me!"

Feng Xuanming's movements were extremely light and slow, as if treating a precious ceramic craftsmanship gently, Du Qingheng was about to open his mouth to speak, but Feng Xuanming sternly stopped.

Du Qingheng listened, so he had to sit obediently without daring to move, letting Feng Xuanming fall down. At the beginning, Du Qingheng was able to hold on, but after a long time, Du Qingheng's straight waist couldn't stop sore, and even his shoulders became stiff.

Du Qingheng only felt that there seemed to be many ants on his back, crawling closely. It turned out that Du Qingheng had always maintained a posture, with a lot of sweat overflowing from his back, and large and large sweats were flowing down Du Qingheng's back.

Seeing that Du Qingheng's face became more and more ugly, Feng Xuanming seemed to be unable to stand it anymore. Feng Xuanming had to stop the movement in his hand and said softly:

"Why don't you lie down, so that you will be more relaxed, and it won't affect me to help you disguise."

"it is good!"

Du Qingheng breathed a long sigh of relief like this. With Feng Xuanming's support, Du Qingheng slowly lay down.

I don’t know how long Feng Xuanming has been doing. Just when Du Qingheng was about to fall asleep in a daze, Feng Xuanming stopped what he was doing and said, “It’s finally done. See?"

"Yes!" Du Qingheng was so excited, he immediately sat up and kept Feng Xuanming to give her the small bronze mirror.

Seeing Du Qingheng's excitement, Feng Xuanming couldn't help but smile, relying on Du Qingheng and quickly handed the small bronze mirror to Du Qingheng's hand.

Du Qingheng, who took the bronze mirror, couldn't say a word with excitement after seeing his new look in the mirror.

The skin wins snow, the eyebrows are picturesque, the mouth is like red cherry blossoms, there are thousands of styles with a frown and a smile, but it wins countless beautiful women in the world.