Don’t Annoy Me, My Ex-Husband!

Vivian, Yadell nodded in satisfaction, Srina raised her eyebrows triumphantly.

Yuan Yao checked the floor mirror in front of him from side to side, glanced at the row of Saint Laurent 52-color lipsticks, took a pale rose lipstick and applied it to her mouth. ring.

I pursed my mouth, the lipstick smeared, and the moist but not overly bright lips instantly looked like a beautiful and budding rose.

Yuan Yao curled her lips and smiled in satisfaction. Seeing Vivian in the mirror, Yadell and Srina shrugged and looked indifferent again, and shook their heads.

"Don't be proud, you just chose a lipstick." Yadell splashed Yuan Yao's head of cold water with no face.

Yuan Yao looked at Yadell dissatisfiedly.

"Well, I know you know the most. If you can't even choose a lipstick, Naydell will really cry."

Silina on the side stretched out her hand and patted Yuan Yao on the shoulder.

"Aesthetics, observation, feeling, imagination, as the prerequisites of a makeup artist, I think I have mastered it very well. Adair, hold your heart and say, am I your most proud apprentice?"

Adair was extremely helpless, clutching his own heart, smiling but not smiling, "My most proud apprentice, I went to bed after two o'clock in the morning last night..."

Yuan Yao curled her lips and stopped talking.

Yadell's skin care was completely abnormal. He missed a beauty sleep, his uncomfortable look, as if he had lost his life.

Not only to himself, but also to others.

Yuan Yao was suddenly a little grateful that she hit her forehead today, otherwise, she was afraid that she would be nagged to death by Ya'dell today.

But this hasn't escaped Adair's nagging. At this moment, she still speaks less subtle, otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable for her.

After a brief silence, Srina suddenly squeezed Yuan Yao's shoulder.

"Ok?"

Si Lina glanced at Yuan Yao helplessly, and raised her chin in the direction of the sofa.

"Mr. seems to be unhappy."

Vivian and Yadell also looked in the direction of the sofa, exchanged glances, packed up their things and walked out silently.

Yuan Yao stood still looking at the back of the man sitting on the sofa with her back facing her, and pursed her lips.

Kicked off the high heels she had just put on her feet, picked up her often sprayed with perfume in the air, turned around twice, took a deep breath, and the smell was as good as always.

Putting the perfume bottle down, Yuan Yao walked barefoot on the soft carpet and walked towards the sofa.

Yuan Yao's existence is very strong for Wen Muyan.

In the past, as long as he heard the sound, he could not wait to turn around and looked at her with a smile.

But now, she had walked behind him, and the perfume she had just sprayed on her body, Yuan Yao thought, he must have noticed it a long time ago.

"What's the matter?" Yuan Yao gently put her hand on Wen Muyan's shoulder, leaned over to Wen Muyan and said, it was obvious to please.

Wen Muyan moved his eyebrows and said nothing.

"Hey……"

Yuan Yao walked around Wen Muyan and looked at him.

Wen Muyan raised his eyes, looked at Yuan Yao calmly, his eyes calm.

Yuan Yao simply sat beside Wen Muyan, put her arms around Wen Muyan's arms, lowered her head to reach Wen Muyan's eyes, and blinked the big eyes that had just been painted.

"Why not happy?"

"..."

"Mu Yan, are you angry with me?"

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