Untouchable Cute Baby

"Dong Dong Dong." Song Chenyi stood outside Zuo Xiran's door with a white gift box. He wanted the servant to deliver it to her room, but he decided to deliver it himself.

"In." Zuo Xiran, who is teasing Mianmian, squints and thinks who will come to her at this time.

The door was pushed open, and song Chenyi's face came into view. Zuo Xiran thought of the scene he had just seen and glared at him. He no longer looked at him and stroked him.

"Here you are." Seeing that she didn't like to see him, his tone became indifferent and he threw the white gift box on the bed at will.

"Well." She didn't even look at it. She agreed casually.

"Zuo Xiran, what's your attitude? I'm kind enough to give you something. Is that how you treat me?" He was completely angered by her indifference. He was surrounded by a group of women who were eager to give him something. She was the only one who didn't know how to appreciate it.

"What attitude do you need from me?" She stops to touch her hand and looks at Song Chenyi with cold eyes.

"There's a party tomorrow evening. You'll go with me. In the box are the clothes you're going to wear tomorrow. I don't want to take you out and make a fool of yourself." He said in a flat tone, ready to turn and leave. He didn't want to quarrel with her, so he had to choose not to share a room with her.

"I'm not interested in taking the one you just met." Zuo Xiran gets up and puts the box back into his arms, and then turns to find Mianmian.

Her arm was grabbed by him and pulled hard in front of him.

"Zuo Xiran, are you sick? She is my friend and you are my lover. Do you want me to take her?" The bite marks of his teeth can be seen clearly on his face. He was completely angered by her. He was the first woman who didn't know what to do in front of him.

"Friends? Friend, what the hell are you kissing. Scum. " She yelled at him excitedly, trying to pull her arm out of his hand, but he pulled her tighter.

"I didn't kiss you!" He was confused by what she said and didn't know what she was saying.

"Oh," she turned her head aside, too lazy to see his face blocking her.

At half an hour, song Chenyi remembered what she meant by "pro".

His eyebrows spread out and he explained solemnly, "there's something in her eyes. I'm just helping her with her eyes. You're wrong. And don't forget that we have a deal first. You're not qualified to say no."

He threw her hands away and put them in his trouser pockets.

Her thin lips gently opened and closed, want to scold him, and feel unnecessary, don't want to waste saliva because of him.

"There will be a make-up artist to make up for you at one o'clock tomorrow." He threw the gift box on the bed and turned out of the room.

"Ah He was so superior that she stamped her feet in anger.

Half a ring, she untied the bow on the gift box, opened the box, water blue bra dress appeared in front of her, think carefully, she seems to have never worn such a skirt. She closed the box and put it on the bedside table.

"Lord, this is your dress for today's party. As far as we know, your father will also attend tonight." Holding a light gray Plaid suit and wearing glasses, the housekeeper said to song Chenyi in an orderly way.

"He's back?" Song Chenyi frowned and felt that something bad would happen.

"Yes, the master will come to a city this afternoon. It seems that he has something to deal with." The housekeeper pushed his glasses with a serious face.

"Well, I see. You go down." His index finger was tapping gently on the table.

Zuo Xiran, with thick black circles under his eyes, was awakened by Mianmian's small claws.

Meow licked zuoxiran's pink face.

"Well, I'm up, good boy." Zuo Xiran yawned and stretched, scratching his head blankly.

Looking at the Big Ben clock on the wall, it was already more than 12:40 noon. She fell back on the bed, half a sound, she suddenly from the bed, remember song Chenyi yesterday told her that today someone will come to make up for her. She had to get up from bed and go to the bathroom reluctantly. After washing with eyes closed, Zuo Xiran, wearing a rabbit ear lace hairband, picked up the cat food on the table and poured it into the continuous basin.

There was a rhythmic knock on the door.

Zuo Xiran looked at the time, just a little. "Just on time." She whispered, then walked lazily to open the door.

"Miss Zuo? Hello Carrying a black box, the delicate looking woman gently asked.

"Yes, please come in." She opened the door wider to make room for the makeup artist.

"Wow, this cat is so cute." The makeup artist was attracted by the continuous color of snow-white hair.

"Hey, hey." Zuo Xiran feels more happy than praising himself.

"Miss left, lie down on the bed first. Oh, let's first apply the mask to make a massage." The makeup artist opened the box, took out the mask and towel, and signaled that Zuo Xi would lie on the bed and lie down.

"Er, OK" Zuo Xiran, who has never done nursing, is not used to lying in bed.

"Miss Zuo should pay attention to her work and rest time at ordinary times. The dark circles under her eyes are very obvious, and there are some dark spots around her mouth. She should pay attention to maintenance at ordinary times." Make up artist skillfully doing massage."Good." Zuo Xiran felt that if she pressed for a while, she would fall asleep again.

"Well, we'll put on our tuxedos first and then make up." The makeup artist lifted her out of bed.

"Do you want to wear it now?" "Yes." The makeup artist smiles sweetly at Zuo Xiran.

With the help of the make-up artist, Zuo Xiran put on her dress difficultly, sat down in the chair, and "worked" on her face with all kinds of brushes.

"I'll help you with your hair now, and it's done." Then the makeup artist turned her straight flaxen hair into big waves.

Zuo Xiran looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't recognize him. Sure enough, cosmetics are really a magical existence.

"Miss Zuo, please come downstairs with me. Song Shao is already waiting."

The makeup artist has already opened the door, waiting for Zuo Xiran.

In the hall, song Chenyi, who casually brushes the circle of friends and microblog news, finally hears the sound of footsteps. The moment he looked up, he was amazed by Zuo Xiran. She was born with a good skin. Now, she is very beautiful. His eyes couldn't move away from her. He watched her walk up the revolving stairs to her without blinking.

"Song Shao, I'll go back first." After the makeup artist nodded to song Chenyi, he left.

"Cough cough cough" Song Chenyi light cough a few.

"Come and sit down." He pressed her to the sofa, took the high-heeled shoes on the edge of the sofa and looked down to see the different white on her feet.

"Zuo Xiran, you are really a wonderful flower. How can you wear canvas shoes?" He said angrily and funny.