Sylvie and Her New Owner

"I do," she said again.

Sikong Qing was stunned for a while, but this time she would not be blinded by such a straight ball.She clenched Hill's hand, only to realize that the girl's palm was already sweaty.

Then she took this sentence as a promise and accepted it.

The three behind them began to whisper, the sisters were probably really having an affair.

"Is the wealthy family so messed up?" Han Xiu choked out a sentence.

"What do you know," Han Yueru gave him a shudder, "Don't go out and talk nonsense."

Wen Yuyan didn't speak, instead she was a little confused.

She has always been lovable lily, but when it happened, she was not as excited as she imagined.

It's not that Lord Ye is fond of dragons, but that they suddenly think that they may struggle in the future. Hill and Sikongqing... can they really be together?

She patted her face and saw how happy they were, what was she thinking about.

"I heard that you want to shave your armpits?"

"No, I checked," Si Kongqing heard their discussion, "Hill didn't."

"You!" Hill turned into anger, these words are too easy to imagine?

"Oh!"

The roar sounded, and Wen Yuyan viciously and Han Yueru began to argue whether there was nothing below.

"Hey, I heard it!" Hill shouted in dissatisfaction, and remembered that Si Kongqing should also consider this issue, so she secretly asked, "Do you want to shave?"

I'm ashamed to say, she didn't pay attention to Si Kongqing's undressing several times. Besides, whoever has nothing to do will pay attention to other people's armpits.

"Guess?" Si Kongqing raised his arm, "Would you like to check it?"

Hill was defeated, and she was incomparable to her face.

Walking into the studio, the service lady at the reception was probably also stunned. It was the first time she met two girls to take wedding photos.Although she had communicated on WeChat in advance, she still overestimated her ability to accept.

And here, Hill shouted that he wanted to wear a suit.

Naturally, Sikongqing would not let him. She tried so hard to deceive Hill that she wanted Hill to wear a wedding dress.So he coaxed:

"Good, I'll wear it too."

"Yes, yes," everyone said behind him, "Hill, it's a pity that you are so beautiful and don't wear a wedding dress."

Hill was silent. The reason why she came in was because of the idea of ​​wearing a suit, although she was shorter than Sikong Qing, although she was not very manly now... But she has never worn a suit in her life, she is a waste of life Once.

But another villain said in his head that if you don't wear a suit, it's not bad to wear a wedding dress.

—Bah, isn’t the difference too big?It's like the strange logic of "if you don't have a girlfriend, let's wear women's clothes".

"Hill..."

"Okay!" She bit her lip, blushing to the bottom of her ears, "I'll just wear it!"

Sikong Qing smiled and said to the guide, "Choose for her first."

The room where the wedding dresses are displayed is white, probably the purest shade of clothing, and it is amazingly beautiful.Holy as a myth, but also with a fairy tale dream and innocence.

It's also... Even ordinary women's clothes are so beautiful, not to mention wedding clothes?

She can imagine what she looks like wearing it, it must be beautiful, can she be fascinated by Si Kongqing?She was startled suddenly, no, she should consider whether Si Kongqing could fascinate her.

Most of the wedding dresses here are Korean-style. Hill chose for a long time and found that each piece seemed to reveal a lot. In the end, he chose a one-shoulder wedding dress with a floor-to-ceiling skirt.

"That's it," she whispered to the guide on the side.

They were not the only ones who came to the studio. There were also women with their husbands who chose wedding dresses together. She glanced at Hill from time to time, wondering why such a young and beautiful girl didn't bring her boyfriend.

"Okay, I'll help you get dressed." The guide lady smiled and led Hill away, leaving behind everyone who looked at each other.

"Why haven't you chosen yet?" Seeing that Si Kongqing did not move, Han Yueru asked suspiciously.

"I chose it in advance." Sikong Qing turned around and walked to the other side, "You guys wait here, see you later."

Stroking the smooth satin surface, the silky touch is transmitted on the fingertips.Hill looked at herself in the mirror, the lace and rhinestones rendered her elegant and moving.The flawless back and delicate collarbone are exposed, as well as the slender and white neck, and the picture scroll generally does not look like a real person.

"Little sister is the most beautiful bride I've ever seen," the guide sister couldn't help laughing. "Is she a bride?"

No matter how you look at this one is not the groom.

"...That's right," Hill said softly.

In Greek mythology, Narcissus was obsessed with her own reflection in the water, and finally turned into a daffodil. She was almost fascinated by herself in the mirror, and even the praise beside her was a subconscious response.

"It can be even more beautiful." The guide's words were full of temptation, like the song of the siren that attracted sailors. Sailors wanted to hear it more clearly, and Hill... wanted to become more beautiful.

"……More beautiful?"

"Our makeup artists are all top-notch," the guide was particularly enthusiastic, "come here."

Chapter 85: Black and White

Hill felt like a sculpture, letting the makeup artist's hands do pottery on his face.I don't know how many layers of foundation have been applied, and while praising her natural beauty, she has to sell various packages to her.She didn't know what an ampoule was, but she only knew that her already beautiful face was much smoother.The false eyelashes grow terrifyingly, and she can't tell the shade of the lipstick. Looking in the mirror, the person inside is about to look like herself.

The makeup artist frowned and was not satisfied. Jomo thought that the makeup before and after the makeup was not much beautiful, but it lost the recognition and fell into a cliché.Seeing how stupid this little girl is, she doesn't even mention her opinions. She doesn't know where to be quieter than the bride she's served before, but she has more sense of responsibility - how can such a beautiful beauty be ruined by her own make-up. ?

Push down, start over.

"Do you often stay up late?" the young lady asked with some resentment.

"Uh... yes." Hill replied awkwardly.

"Girls should pay attention to maintenance. Your condition is so good, don't overdraw your body. Today is such an important day with dark circles under your eyes. Fortunately, it is not too heavy and easy to cover."

"what……"

"Now the child is really incredible. You come to take wedding photos at such a young age. Are you kidding around with your sisters? How old are you?"

The makeup artist is a little talkative, and the questions come one after another.

"Sixteen." Hill was a little embarrassed. She was the youngest when she just picked out a wedding dress, and when others saw her, she wanted to hide in a clothes rack.

"Sixteen, that's great." Miss Sister sighed, "You can already learn to put on some makeup at this age."

"Huh? I feel a little early..." whispered Hill, who had always assumed that most girls didn't start wearing makeup until college.

And, it's not that she's narcissistic, she really thinks she doesn't need makeup - because she's lazy.

How many 10 minutes do you spend in front of the mirror every day?Forgive her.

"Well, when you grow up, there will always be occasions where you need to wear makeup, which is also considered a necessary etiquette," the young lady smiled, "but it's okay not to wear makeup, once you get used to it, you will no longer feel confident going out without makeup. ."

So exaggerated?

Hill, who has no such experience, is not very convinced.

"Okay," dexterous fingers moved away from his cheeks, "look at yourself."

The long wait finally came to an end, and the moment Hill raised his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror, he even forgot to breathe.

Like sprites that exist only in fantasy.It should have been in the painting, hung on the wall, but now it appears in front of me.

If the heavy makeup before was to put a mask on her, the light makeup now is to give her a soft light.Still young and immature, but a little more mature, with a face like a bud, and lips like a cherry blossom in full bloom.

"satisfied?"

"Full...satisfied." She was almost speechless.

Couldn't be more satisfied.

Even she wanted to touch herself.So... do you want Si Kongqing?

Such thoughts made her face burn as if she were on fire, shaking her head, what if Sikong Qing thought about it?She will not give in!

The black hair was delicately curled up, making Hill suddenly turn from the little girl next door to a princess.She'd always known that hair could come in many ways, but never thought it could be so complicated.

Just like a twist rope.

"Is it over?" Hill twitched his eyelashes, like the tentacles of a butterfly.

"Ah."

She got up slowly, Qi Di's skirt was beautifully symmetrical, like an upside-down cone.The stretched shoulders were stroked by the air. It was the first time she dressed so formally, and the large areas of her skin were empty and unconcealed, giving people a sense of shame and unease.

She calmed herself down to make herself look less nervous.Coyly with her hands behind her back, she walked into the hall, her eyes rolling uncomfortably, and then she heard exclamations.

"Wow, Hill, you..." Han Yueru stretched out her hand and wanted to touch Hill's waist, but she retracted her hand as if afraid of soiling the wedding dress, "It's so beautiful!"

Wen Yuyan applauded frantically, and Han Xiu looked straight.

"Really?" Hill stuck out his tongue and stood on tiptoe to look behind her, "Si Kongqing... Where is she?"

That person went in after her, so it should be better now, right?

Han Yueru was stunned, and for some reason, her expression was a little weird, and she pointed behind Hill:

"Isn't she there?"

Hill was stunned for a while, turned around, and finally knew why she had ignored such a big person. She was so ashamed and angry that her holy image vanished all at once, and shouted:

"Why are you wearing a suit!"

"Is it an interior shot?"

"Well, let's be more natural, the scale doesn't need to be too big, and the campus style is good."

"Are your shoes ready?"

"Well, I brought her high heels."

Sikongqing was negotiating with the photographer, Hill was in a complicated mood and stood aside with Bai Nen's arms in her arms. When Sikongqing came over, she turned her face away and stood still like a stake:

"Don't hug me."