Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan realized this problem, so he kept Shi Yuhan out of the cold. After getting free from Shi Yuhan's body, he immediately ran to the bathroom and said with a smile, "It's getting late, I will brush my teeth and wash my face, and then go to the wedding."

Shi Yuhan's eyes were squinted dangerously, he got up and followed up into the bathroom, and then pressed Song Qinghuan onto the dressing table.

"It turns out that Huan'er likes to be in the bathroom. It's really fun." Shi Yuhan bit her ear and said: "This fun has a different flavor. I like it too, so I will be here today."

Song Qinghuan was full of emotional red light, climbing Shi Yuhan's neck, panting, and begging for mercy, "No, Shi Yuhan, no way..."

"You go lightly, don't kiss goodbye to kiss."

She kept yelling, not only didn't let Shi Yuhan stop, but turned into a bonus, without mercy, and kissed her with hickeys all over her body, making her wailing.

When her legs became weak and she slid down on the ground, Shi Yuhan finally let her go, leaning against her in her arms, and asked softly, "This way, you also like it, right?"

"..." Song Qinghuan blushed, hitting his chest with a pink fist, too embarrassed to speak.

When Song Qinghuan took her aching waist and washed it out of the bathroom, Shi Yuhan had already changed her clothes, but instead of going downstairs first, she waited for her and reminded her, "Today, dress nicely."

Song Qinghuan glanced at him, did not speak, just started looking for a high-necked gown, and dressed up carefully.

In fact, Shi Yuhan never left. From the beginning, he quietly watched Song Qinghuan choose clothes.

When it came time to look at Song Qinghuan’s clothes, he began to gesticulate frequently: "Song Qinghuan, this red skirt is too bright and not suitable for you, and your disheveled hair is like a ghost, and your makeup is so thick. What are you doing today? You are going to the wedding banquet, not you getting married."

Song Qinghuan was so speechless. She looked at it when she was warm. Today she was extraordinarily handsome. She wore a white casual suit with a pale pink T-shirt. The pale pink was worn on him, which did not reduce his handsomeness and handsomeness at all. The aura, on the contrary, highlights his exquisite features, making him look more handsome and charming.

Wearing a big red dress, standing with him seems a bit gaudy.

So she changed the red dress to black and tied half of her long hair back.

Originally wanted to wipe off the makeup, but she found that she didn't wear heavy makeup, she just put on a little lipstick to make herself look more energetic.

In fact, the red dress just now fits Song Qinghuan very well. With her fair skin and bright red lining, she looks very delicate and tender, making her look gorgeous and not tacky, which is very eye-catching.

After Song Qinghuan changed her clothes, she turned to ask Shi Yuhan: "Excuse me, Shida Boss, is it all right now?"

Shi Yuhan's gaze, from her hair to her skirt, patrolled the whole thing, then fell on her lips, and slightly raised her eyebrows: "Song Qinghuan, you don't need to wear lipstick."

"Ah? Why? It's because of my lips. Is the original lip color better?" After Song Qinghuan finished speaking, he subconsciously pursed his lips.

Let people have a kind of impulse to want to kiss Fangze.

Shi Yuhan lowered his gaze and said, contrary to his conscience, "Your lips are not suitable for painting. After painting, it looks like a monkey butt."

It was too poisonous, Song Qinghuan became angry: "You..."

Shi Yuhan said coldly: "Isn't it just a wedding, so you should be guilty of such heavy makeup? Everyone will only pay attention to the bride, no one will pay attention to you."

Song Qinghuan pouted: "You didn't tell me, let me dress up better."

Shi Yuhan gave you a helpless expression: "Forget it, don't dress up. The more you dress, the uglier you get."

Song Qinghuan cried: "..."