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Perhaps it was caused by an inexplicable sense of crisis. Shen Mingchu and Zhao Yimian discussed the topic of plastic surgery before and after makeup all night. They focused on listing several people in the circle who have good looks and are usually very Buddhist. Let's talk about it tonight What's more, he is not soft at all.

It is human nature to like to listen to gossip, Zhao Yimian is no exception, just because Shen Mingchu is not the kind of character who loves gossip, so she rarely inquires about the entertainment industry through her. In the beauty of the prosperous age, Zhao Yimian can hardly remember that he married a big celebrity wife.

...my celebrity wife?

It's like the title of a starting point novel.

In fact, those who can really be on camera, whether it is a small screen or a big screen, how many ugly ones can there be?

The so-called ordinary people are the ones that attract the attention of the crowd.

But as the saying goes, if you compare goods, you will throw them away, and if you compare people, you will die.

"XX fans say that she has a manga face, and she is usually a manga girl, but I always think her eyes are a little too big, and she looks fine in front of the camera, but the real person is actually a bit scary..."

Zhao Yimian echoed, "I also think her legs are a little too thin, although they are very thin and straight, but I always feel that they are too fragile, as if they might break off at any time, and it doesn't look safe."

Shen Mingchu pointed to a popular idol again and said: "This person used to be quite fat, but after entering the circle, he lost weight. He looks very handsome in front of the camera, but the real person is actually thin and out of shape. He looks like a skeleton..."

"I also think it needs a little meat to look good..."

Humans are easily influenced creatures.

Especially when it comes to aesthetics.

In ancient times, there was a saying that "the king of Chu has a thin waist, and he starved to death in the palace", and today there is also a so-called world-weary face, a cold face, and a high-end face.

A few years ago, the looks of many supermodels were ridiculed on Weibo, but now they have become high-end endorsements.

Aesthetics is really a thing of the past.

Zhao Yimian was successfully led astray by Shen Mingchu.

After a round of discussion, under Shen Mingchu's "objective, fair and professional" analysis, Zhao Yimian had an impression of some slightly familiar faces in the entertainment industry, but her impression was "this person's neck seems to be a bit thicker" and "this person's neck seems to be thicker." People's eyes are so big that it's scary" and "This person's protruding ears are a bit like Mickey Mouse" and so on.

Finally came to the conclusion -

"My wife is still the prettiest!"

Shen Mingchu smiled.

"Is there someone more beautiful than me?"

Zhao Yimian didn't react, "Who is it?"

Shen Mingchu held her face, "Of course she is the cutest and most beautiful Mianmian in the world!"

Zhao Yimian froze for two seconds, her expression was quite cute.

Then she burst out laughing, "You are a wife filter."

"I don't care. In my eyes, Mianmian is the most beautiful in the world. If you don't believe me, look at my eyes." Zhao Yimian looked at Shen Mingchu's eyes subconsciously, and heard her say, "Did you see the hair around your body?" the light?"

Zhao Yimian: "Huh?"

"You look so good that in my eyes, you have luminous special effects."

Zhao Yimian blushed, but still insisted on her face, pretending to be calm and said: "Where did you learn the rustic love talk?"

Shen Mingchu took her hand and put it on his chest, "[-]% real, Mianmian can touch it by herself."

Zhao Yimian's face suddenly burned, she subconsciously withdrew her hand, but was pressed back gently.

She blinked her eyes and said, "You let me touch this..."

Shen Mingchu said softly: "Yes."

Zhao Yimian understood her hint.

……

It is said that there is no plowed land, only exhausted cattle, Zhao Yimian thinks this sentence is very reasonable.

On the bed, Zhao Yimian was quite the standard controlling and attacking side, she didn't need Shen Mingchu to do anything, as long as Shen Mingchu naturally showed enough happiness, she could directly reach the double peak of psychology and physiology.

Shen Mingchu has never hesitated to show himself in front of her.

After a good night's sleep, I woke up, and there were two people wrapped in arms wrapped in a soft quilt.

Zhao Yimian leaned on Shen Mingchu's shoulder, pressed her forehead against her cheek, was held up by someone, and bit her lips lightly.

Zhao Yimian was puzzled, "Why are you biting me?"

"I bite the bad thing."

She leaned on Shen Mingchu's shoulder, her body trembling slightly as she laughed, "If you bite, you will be responsible."

"I'm so scared, future great writer."

"No, no, no... I mean, this is your lifelong happiness, wife, be gentle with it."

Shen Mingchu, who was just biting and playing, suddenly bit her hard.

Zhao Yimian took a light breath, "Puppy."

Withdrawing his hand, there were indeed two rows of tooth marks on his hand.

She didn't want to get up, and Shen Mingchu's whole body was limp. The two just cuddled together. Although they knew each other had woken up, neither of them spoke. Zhao Yimian tapped Shen Mingchu's body continuously, as if playing a piece of music. Shaking a bit, I grabbed her hand, "itch."

"Are you still coming?"

"Are not you tired?"

Zhao Yimian bit Shen Mingchu's earlobe lightly, "I still want to see you say no..."

Shen Mingchu blushed and glared at her, but her eyes were not so much angry as she was looking at her.

Zhao Yimian chuckled, raised her head, and kissed her lips.

……

The result of overindulgence was that the last two of them didn't get up until two o'clock in the afternoon.

Hungry doubt life.

The two took a look at the delivery time of the takeaway, and found that ordering takeaway was not as fast as making it by themselves. Shen Mingchu put on an apron and went into the kitchen. Zhao Yimian leaned against the door from the kitchen to the living room while sipping her own sheep milk chat.

She has a very thoughtful attitude, "I've been thinking... This exercise actually consumes energy. In the novel, the battle lasts until dawn or even for three days and three nights. Is there really no need for an intermission to replenish energy? Or Said they are really talented..."

Shen Mingchu's face was slightly red, and the little girl who usually blush when teased, afterward, the sage's time resistance is surprisingly high, and she can still think about some unexpected questions, but she doesn't really want to discuss this kind of academic issues with Zhao Yimian, so she took a stab at it The cucumber was rotten, and a relatively large piece was directly stuffed into Zhao Yimian's mouth.

"Okay, let's go out and play, have you finished writing today's manuscript?"

Zhao Yimian bit into pieces of cucumber and swallowed it. Although the cucumber was ice-cold, she didn't feel uncomfortable after eating the warm sheep's milk. She narrowed her eyes, looked at Shen Mingchu's expression, and suddenly laughed, "Wife, you Shy?"

Shen Mingchu raised his eyes.

Zhao Yimian became timid in a second, turned around and walked towards the living room, "I remembered that I still have something to do..."

It was just an excuse, but after sitting in the living room, Zhao Yimian realized that something really happened.

Ms. Song sent a friendly inquiry, are you free to have a dinner together in the evening.

Ms. Song is not a person who loves cooking very much.

Unlike many good wives and loving mothers who are equipped with good cooking skills, Ms. Song's cooking level can only be said to be palatable, and her diet is light, so Zhao Yimian would go out to cook small stoves every now and then to relieve stomach pain. bitter.

Since Zhao Yimian moved out of the house, although the mother and daughter occasionally chatted on WeChat, it was really the first time for them to eat.

It's not that she is not filial and forgets her mother when she has a daughter-in-law, but that Ms. Song has a rich life and doesn't need the disturbance of Zhao Yimian, who is a dead house. She went on a trip a while ago, and her circle of friends is full of love with her current boyfriend A photo of you.

Zhao Yimian, who has never been willing to go out, doubts more and more whether she is the real one.

The news was sent last night, and Zhao Yimian only noticed it today.

She told Shen Mingchu immediately, "Mom told us to go back for dinner tonight, are you free?"

"I'm free, I don't have anything to do tonight." Zhao Yimian, who quickly prepared two dishes and one soup, came out with the dishes. Zhao Yimian went to help with the bowls and chopsticks, and she asked, "Do you want to buy anything when you go home?"

"Just buy a bouquet of flowers. My mother will kill me when I buy health care products. As for other things, my mother prefers to choose by herself. She is only satisfied with gifts from her little wolf dog. At other times, she would rather I pay directly."

Shen Mingchu didn't think there was anything wrong with this, "Auntie is a pragmatist."

"Yes, yes, she said that it would be better to buy a bunch of things she doesn't like and don't need to take up space." Zhao Yimian thought about it and said, "Actually, the main reason is that she has money and doesn't want to buy things that she doesn't want, even if It’s not my turn to send it.”

Shen Mingchu smiled, but didn't answer.

She remembered an incident from the past.

At the time of Shen Mingchu, Zhao Yimian was only ten years old.

The little girl has just entered the fourth grade of elementary school, and she already likes to chase after her.

Although Shen Mingchu's parents divorced early, Shen's mother attached great importance to her daughter's birthday. She held a grand banquet and invited many guests to celebrate her coming of age. Friends inside and outside the circle gave many gifts to celebrate her birthday. That night, Shen Mingchu didn't do anything, just went to unwrap presents.

While dismantling and recording, these are things that need to be returned.

In the end, the gift from the little girl was not found.

She thought, the little girl might have forgotten.

She has seen Zhao Yimian, whom she only found out on the day of her friend's birthday too many times, asking her what gift to buy with a sad face.

On this point, Ms. Song and Zhao Yimian seem to be two extremes.

The former is quite sensitive to time, holidays and anniversaries come at random, and every day of life is quite full of ritual.

The latter is simply an idiot, not to mention the birthdays of those around her, even her own birthday, it was not until the day of her birthday that Ms. Song and Shen Mingchu rolled out the birthday cake together, and only belatedly realized that everyone got together The meal was to celebrate her birthday.

"So today is my birthday?" She still remembered the way the little girl's eyes lit up when she realized this, "Then can I make a wish?"

"What do you want?"

"I want sister Mingchu to kiss me!"

Ms. Song smiled at the side, "You are so greedy for beauty at such a young age, who do you know?"

Shen Mingchu kissed her cheek, not caring about the little girl's childish words.

Although he knew that Zhao Yimian loved to be stupid, but he didn't receive her gift, Shen Mingchu sighed, feeling a little unexplainable loss in his heart. At that time, she was a talented young man, and the nodes of her life were always somewhat special to her. meaning.

The next moment, Mother Shen knocked on her door.

"Mingchu, Mianmian is looking for you."

When she opened the door, she saw a little girl who was only around her waist, holding something, standing at her door, with an aggrieved expression as if she was about to cry.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I don't know what to buy for you... I don't think it's good to buy anything."

The little girl held up the piggy bank in her arms, "This is all the pocket money I have saved since I was a child. I will give it all to you, okay? You can buy what you like. If it is not enough, I will think of a way. "

I'll think about it again.

I don't know what to do for a ten-year-old girl.

Zhao Yimian was surprised by the sudden smile on Shen Mingchu's face, "What are you thinking, so happy?"

"It's nothing." Shen Mingchu retracted his eyebrows, "I just thought of a little girl."

Zhao Yimian was immediately vigilant, "How small?"

"As young as ten years old."

"Oh..." She relaxed.

Shen Mingchu walked over and kissed the corner of her lips, "Vinegar bag."

Zhao Yimian hummed, "Who are you talking about?"

"Whoever agrees will be jealous."