God's Palette

But no matter how the small mirror shakes, the prosperous wealth lying on the blanket is motionless, staring deeply and ritually at his photo... Compared with the real self, the self beautified by the photographer , much more beautiful and attractive.

It is no longer narcissistic.

But fell in love with a phantom that exists in the photo...

Putting away the small mirror, Ye Qianluo pushed aside the photo frames and picked up the wealth, but its head reluctantly peeped back, and at the same time, the "miaomiaomiao" begging to the owner did not stop.

At this time, Mianyu, who was standing by the side watching the play, gently elbowed her shoulder.

"That photo..."

"Let's make a price... I understand what you mean. Since Wangcai likes it, let's make some for you." She looked at Mianyu with the same sadness as her voice, and she knew that this was a good opportunity to take the opportunity to extort money. .Unfortunately, I am the victim.

But Mianyu's tone was gentle: "I mean, I'm not going to give you that photo."

"...Then my family's prosperous wealth will not leave."

"That's none of my business, I can only blame the photographer's skill."

Wang Cai didn't understand the owner's grief at all, and kept rubbing her arm with a meat pad to express her protest that she wanted to see the photos. The small mirror that Bailing had tried before was useless.Ye Qianluo put down the cat cruelly, and took Mianyu to the living room.

When it comes to buying photos, it's better to talk to the photographer himself, at least Xia Xun is a good and reasonable girl.

However, the good girl is a little weird.

She stood on her hips, looking like a cowboy who was going to a duel, standing in front of the mirror in the hallway.But soon, this posture changed, replaced by a shy and gentle, like a girl next door, pure and jade...

"What are you doing?" Mianyu asked in confusion.

"...How is it similar to Wangcai?" For some reason, Ye Qianluo always felt a bit similar, "Xia Xun?"

"Oh." She turned her head and nodded, "Luye, you are here."

What green leaves?The two of them stared at each other, wondering if this green leaf might be each other's nickname?In the next second, Xia Xun's little voice covering her mouth crushed their guesses.

Xia Xun gave an elegant salute - it was facing the mirror.

"Green leaves always complement flowers beautifully."

"... Prosperity disease?"

"This... this is unbelievable, contagious?"

"It's not the first day that Xia Xun and I live together. She really isn't like that."

"...I also think that she is not such a person."

The two of them kept talking, but they all had very similar thoughts in their hearts, and they didn't dare to put it into words: Xia Xun is really cute... Even if you arrogantly say that others are Luye, you can look at her face, just a little bit. Can't hate it either.

And—they both looked down, looking at the mirror in Ye Qianluo's hand, which should have no effect anymore, with a bit of a bad smile on their faces.Without words, Ye Qianluo and Mianyu had a very tacit understanding, and one person closed all the doors with mirrors, covering the large mirrors.The other is shaking a small mirror, ready to tease the cat.

However, they miscalculated.

Xia Xun was indifferent to the mirror. Instead, she took out her mobile phone. The screen in the silent state could still clearly reflect her beauty.

"Greenleaf wants to murder the flower, which is wrong."

The pride in her tone froze the wickedness of both of them.

Mianyu and Ye Qianluo whispered together again: "Her boss, I think this... is it kidding us? This disease of prosperous wealth can't really be contagious." "Never mind... In short, I I'm a little angry now, this maid with a monthly salary of [-] dances like this." "What do you want to do?" "Do something like the boss."

After speaking, Mianyu took out her phone.

As the boss, she has something in her hand that is suitable for the situation at hand.

Back then—in order to dress up a homeless person who only had one set of clothes, she spent a small sum of money and brought back several boxes of clothes from Taobao.When playing dress up dolls, all the photos can be clearly recorded in the mobile phone.

Of course it can't compare to a photographer, but it's enough.

"Xia Xun."

"Huh? What's the matter, boss."

"Look who this is." She raised her phone.

Above, Xia Xun sat on the edge of the bed with a half-covered dress and a blushing face, a kind of pitiful cuteness.

"Bang", the mobile phone in the party's hand fell to the ground, just like Wang Cai's expression, and was hooked by himself in the mobile phone.Mianyu shook the phone lightly, and her eyes moved, just like a kitten being teased.

Does it really work?Ye Qianluo was surprised, could this really be some kind of infectious disease?

"Xia Xun, are you alright?"

"It's okay, Cos is prosperous." Although he said this rationally, Mianyu's eyes were completely controlled by Mianyu.But the two did not realize that there was actually a sticky soap bubble on Xia Xun's left cheek.

The god of soap bubbles, who felt his own color, descended upon this dwelling once again.

It's just that the supposedly sacred color has created a weird drama again...

The God of Soap Bubbles sighed: "Master, I said, you can use my power and borrow my color, but what's the use of using this..." Its cool voice awakened Xia Xun a touch of rationality.

Suddenly, she realized her own funnyness.

Damn, what the hell did you just say?Green leaves?set off?flower?Ouch... But the body is not controlled by reason, even blushing and shame, but it is controlled by Mianyu a little bit, and moves with the very attractive self in her mobile phone.

"President, do you want to play?" Mianyu suddenly asked.

"……want."