To Your Island

After two weeks of training, Wang Jiexiang officially started selling cosmetics in department stores.

As a novice cabinet sister, she has many shortcomings.

She is still familiar with the names and functions of various products, applicable customer groups, and company promotional activities.

The cosmetics counter requires employees to wear formal attire, full makeup, hair curling, and high heels. Apart from the clothes Wang Jiexiang can wear clearly, the rest must be practiced slowly.

Although with Yin Xian, her accent was brought to a standard by him, but people in the city can still easily tell that she is not a local. In terms of accent, the company has no hard and fast requirements. However, Wang Jiexiang observes his colleagues. When they entertain customers, they will deliberately speak in a rounded tone so that the customers can hear clearly, and some customers have a natural preference for local accent shopping guides. So she also wants to learn to speak more clearly and change her accent further.

Every morning, when Yin Xian opened his eyes, he could see Wang Jiexiang dressed in the mirror.

She pinched the tone of her speech and said something to her.

"Skin care step, first step, toner. Second step, eye cream, no eye cream...and no essence... Then there is lotion or cream, yes, cream is here. Make-up, first apply base cream, next step, liquid foundation , No, you have to conceal your flaws before liquid foundation..."

She recalled what she had learned as if by memorial, while selecting bottles and jars, squeezing one by one, and the other by applying layer upon layer on her face.

Yin Xian returned to the room after washing her face and brushing her teeth. She was still busy.

Holding a dirty sponge in her hand, she quickly pressed it against her face, painting her original white face a deadly white wall.

After he had a good breakfast, Wang Jiexiang finally put on lipstick and finished her beauty part.

Poor makeup techniques make her look at least five years old, and then she has to tie her hair.

Yin Xian put on his shoes and was about to go out. Wang Jiexiang ran over with his curled hair and showed him the back of his head.

"You help me take a look, isn't the hair at the back level? I felt it bulging."

"Ping is flat enough," he stroked her neckline and pulled out a few broken hairs: "There are some hairs on the back of the neck that fall outside."

Without saying anything, Wang Jiexiang untied the rubber band, put down his hair and tied it again.

"Does it need to be tied so neatly?" Yin Xian saw that she was too tossed.

"Yup."

I don't know whether to say that Wang Jiexiang learns things slowly or Yin Xian learns things quickly. She repeats the steps of makeup and tying hair in front of him every day. She is not yet proficient, Yin Xian has already seen it.

When he was resting, she sat in front of the mirror and dressed up, and he sat next to her with his chin, watching with interest.

Wang Jiexiang opened his mouth and put on lipstick, feeling that his posture was ugly, so he glanced shyly.

"Oh. You stare at me, my hand is unstable and I can't paint it well."

As soon as the voice fell, the lipstick smeared the edge of her lips, she took a piece of paper, wiped it off and repainted.

Yin Xian, who got in the way, remained motionless.

When Wang Jiexiang was about to drive him away again, he opened his mouth.

"I will, I will help you."

"Really?"

She handed him the lipstick suspiciously.

Yin Xian squeezed her chin and turned her head.

Turning her mouth red, he held his breath, and gave her a light-colored mouth that was soft as a petal, and evenly and perfectly painted a bright red.

Wang Jiexiang lowered his eyes and saw him staring at his lips.

Yin Xian's face was close at hand.

With thin lips, thick eyebrows, and sharp eyes, he looked at her intently, with a small hook hidden in his eyes, hooking her firmly.

Wang Jiexiang couldn't help swallowing, feeling that his legs were slightly soft.

"You..." His upper body stretched a distance away, looking at her face.

Her cheeks were red, so she didn't know why: "Me?"

Wang Jiexiang thought that Yin Xian would praise her, praise her for her cuteness, and praise her for her beauty, because that's what his eyes said.

"You are too thin," he said.

"Huh?" She didn't react.

"Too skinny." Yin Xian repeated it again.

He stood up, put the lipstick on the table, shook his head and walked away.

"..." Wang Jiexiang was speechless.

She took a piece of paper and looked in the mirror.

"My mouth is so beautiful!"

She looked in the mirror and sighed.

Clean lip line, full color...Why is he so good at it?

In shock, she shouted at his back.

"Yin Xian, are you secretly practicing lipstick at home?"

After changing jobs, Wang Jiexiang's time at home suddenly increased.

She has one day off a week, morning shifts on 24th and 6th, evening shifts on 13th, and all day on Friday. This means that she can go home for dinner four days a week.

More people who use the kitchen at home have changed from Yin Xian to Wang Jiexiang.

The number of times they eat together has not increased compared to before. Yin Xian has basically never left work on schedule, and working overtime has become a habit.

In the third month of being promoted to engineer, on the day of salary payment, he bought a small refrigerator and went home.

The brand-new refrigerator was placed in the dilapidated rental house, which was particularly conspicuous.

Wang Jiexiang feels distressed about the money. He walked around the refrigerator and looked at the right side. He babbled: "This stuff consumes electricity. We just buy new dishes every day. We don't need it."

Yin Xian turned on the refrigerator and adjusted the temperature of the refrigerator without paying any attention.

"The electricity bill is not much, and the refrigerator is not expensive."

Wang Jiexiang said nonsense when he opened his eyes: "How could it be inexpensive?"

"Compared with a juicer, it is not expensive."

Before he sold insurance and made a little money, he could buy a juicer. According to his current salary, the refrigerator is indeed not expensive for their family.

"Juicer?" She scratched her head in confusion. "You mean the juicer I use to squeeze carrot juice every day?"

Yin Xian only reacted, and he leaked.

"That's not your company, no one wants it, did you take it home?"

He coughed slightly, trying to avoid the topic.

Wang Jiexiang was keenly aware of the truth.

"Oh..." She suddenly realized: "So you bought the juicer."

Yin Xian subconsciously denied her.

"Nothing like that."

"Why didn't you admit it? You wanted me to drink carrot juice, so you bought a juicer, didn't you?"

Wang Jiexiang squinted her big round eyes, and there was a certainty and a playful pride in her smile.

Her eyes seemed to say: Haha, I have found that you love me, I'm pretty sure.

Instinctively, Yin Xian did not adapt, and even consciously rejected her exuded intimacy.

It was like a certain time before, he almost couldn't help kissing her, seeing her eyes full of expectation, he chose to step back and keep a distance from her.

"Don't guess."

His voice instantly became cold by several degrees.

"Don't admit it, because it's not. Do you think I'm so idle? What does it matter to me that you drink carrot juice?"

"Here again, the weird tone of Yin and Yang is coming again."

Wang Jiexiang let out a "tsk tsk" sound, quite uncomfortable with him.

"No, it's not."

She shrugged nonchalantly, even if the juicer didn't show her heart, she could still drink the carrot juice.

Knowing nothing about Yin Xian's inner drama, Wang Jiexiang's attention returned to the small refrigerator.

"You always buy the refrigerator. What do you use it for?"

Yin Xian answered truthfully: "With a refrigerator, you can store more dishes."

"Save an order?"

Wang Jiexiang's wicked taste for mentioning which pot was not opened.

He doesn't like listening, she just wants to say.

"I'm so touched, I guess, is Yin Xian wanting to buy more vegetables for me to feed me? Oh, but even if that is a fact, he will not admit it."

The way Yin Xian said "yes" and "no" was blocked by her.

And his real purpose for buying a small refrigerator was also fully guessed by her.

Wang Jiexiang beat him, although she didn't know it.

Yin Xian didn't know where he lost.

He doesn't know why...

I don't know why I want to fatten her, I don't know why I care about whether she drinks carrot juice or not; I don't know why, he can't let go, and he doesn't want to admit that he cares.