Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen held her chin in one hand to stop her from moving. In the other hand, he held an eyebrow pencil. It was a standard painting posture, and his expression focused on her exceptionally beautiful eyebrow.

"Don't move. It's really a crayon Xiaoxin. Don't blame me."

Wei Anning stopped moving. Her eyes were bright and staring at him. She remembered that he could also design architecture. People who usually paint should also be able to thrush?

Moreover, looking at his professional appearance, it's hard for Wei Anning to imagine what would happen if he wouldn't.

So she let herself trust him.

She closed her eyes and felt the soft brush head sweep over her eyebrows, and a trace of softness appeared in her heart. In ancient times, there was a word called raising her eyebrows to describe the love between husband and wife. She probably felt that sweet feeling.

As if her heart had a sense of communication, Leng Youchen poured a low voice with a smile into her cochlea, "in the future, I'll draw more thrushes for you. When I look so close, I find that my wife is really beautiful."

Wei Anning's lips are slightly hooked. Who doesn't like others' affirmation of their appearance, especially the appreciation from their loved ones, is the sweetest. She smiled and said, "I'm beautiful now."

"Well, I regret wasting so many things that can promote the relationship between husband and wife."

The man breathed with a faint smell of tobacco and sprayed wine on the nest of her neck. After a while, he said, "well, open your eyes and have a look."

Before Wei Anning opened her eyes, she heard the laughter of the makeup artist nearby. She suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart. She quickly opened her eyes and looked in the mirror. Her eyebrows were painted like two caterpillars.

She immediately opened her eyes wide and her eyes were red with anger. "Leng Youchen, what are you painting? It's so ugly."

Leng Youchen deliberately teased her and chose the strongest color. Seeing that her eyes are red, her dark and clear eyes seem to shed tears the next second. He was at a loss, "tease you, wipe it again, don't cry."

Wei Anning looked through the mirror and saw that the makeup artist could not bear to laugh and cramp her face. She was angry and felt ashamed. She pushed Leng Youchen with her hand and cried angrily, "you obviously did it on purpose. I hate you."

Seeing her tears drop, Leng Youchen was really flustered. Originally, he just wanted to tease her. He didn't mean anything else. He stretched out his hand to hold her, but she didn't give her a hug. "Hate, I trust you so much. You draw it like this for me. Sobbing, I don't want to see anyone."

"Madam, let's clean it again. Well, stop making trouble." Leng Youchen looks mature and steady. Only in front of her can she occasionally show a little ruffian spirit of a big boy.

Seeing her close her eyes, he wanted to tease her, but he didn't expect to make her cry.

"Woo woo woo, it's obviously your fault. It's my fault. It's so ugly." Wei Anning pushed him. Even if he was angry, he saved face for him in front of outsiders.

The makeup artist hurriedly came to rescue the siege. After making trouble for a while, Wei Anning finally calmed down and wiped his tears with a paper towel.

Fortunately, they came early, and the makeup artist only put on the bottom makeup for her, otherwise it would take a long time for her to cry. The makeup artist put on her makeup again, and Leng Youchen wanted to thrush her.

As a result, she refused to live or die, and secretly vowed that if Leng Youchen touched her eyebrows again in her life, she would follow his surname.