Good Wife of Rebirth

"Nervous, how could she not be like this?" Tang Yunmu snorted coldly, turned around and went upstairs. When he reached Tian Qingning's door, he just paused for a moment, and then walked to his room. The door slammed shut, and he woke up.

Tian Qingning, who was staring in the mirror in a daze

She hugged her face hard, ugh, this is so embarrassing, so embarrassing.

Although she has always said that she has nothing to do with that man, it doesn't matter. He is Tian Qingning's husband, but not Xu Xiaoxia's husband. Therefore, she feels that she is living a very good life now when they don't like each other and respect each other like ice.

But it doesn't mean that she can let herself face a man with a black face.

This is because of the issue of face, because every woman wants to behave in front of a member of the opposite sex. She doesn’t have to stand out, but she can’t be embarrassed. If you fall on the street, you have to think about it when you get up.

I looked to see if there was anyone behind me. Even though I didn’t recognize those people, I still felt very embarrassed.

She is now simply more embarrassed than embarrassed, and she is completely embarrassed.

She washed off her dark face, pursed her lips, and muttered to herself that she was really unlucky today. Then she sat on the bed and took out a lot of fashion magazines to read. There were very few sounds outside the corridor, which proved that,

He rarely comes out

He was really a very quiet man, no, he was a very cold man. He didn’t even see a smile on his face on weekdays. He was so cold.

She pulled up the quilt and covered her head. Forget it, she had no face to see anyone anyway. Besides, even if she turned into a pig, he would not look at her twice.

The next day, at seven o'clock, she practiced again and seemed to have found an idea. However, the strange thing was that she still felt a little uncomfortable. There was no metallic texture like Ning Shengya's painting. It seemed a little strange.

Fu, after washing her face, it was a little after eight o'clock. The sound of footsteps outside had passed. She quickly grabbed her bag and ran out as if running for her life, fearing that the man would be like him.

Same thing every time, suddenly turned around again

"Sister-in-law Zhang, I'm out. You don't have to cook for me at noon. I won't be back at noon." She casually picked up a few steamed buns and stuffed them in her mouth. After changing her shoes, she ran out and went to work again.

On the bus at the peak of the rush hour, when she was squeezing out of the bus, her hair was messed up.

"Good morning, Sister Ning," she walked into the store. Ning Shengya was already sitting in the store, pulling her hair out of boredom.

"Morning," Ning Shengya lazily raised her eyes and stared at her diligent work of fetching water and sweeping and mopping the floor. After everything was done, she sat in front of the computer again, her round eyes staring straight at the screen.

"What's the matter? Tell me," Ning Shengya poked her face with his finger. Why is she so wet? Oh my God, it's not fair. They are both 25. How come someone looks like 20 and she looks like 50? Although it's a bit exaggerated, but

, not much different

Tian Qingning touched her face and didn't care, "Sister Ning, I practiced at home, but once it was black and once it was white, there was no metallic base makeup like you made."

"Really?" Ning Shengya tapped her chin, "You can do it once and let me see."

"Okay," Tian Qingning jumped up, sat directly in front of the dressing table, opened the makeup box, and began to take out powder No. 1, No. 3 and No. 7, put it on the back of his hand to mix it, and then applied it to his face.

Finally, she turned around and said, "This is black." She pointed to her dark face. If she really painted this for a customer, she thought the customer would hit her face with his wallet.