My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

"Husband, which rouge is better?" Zhao Qingmei looked at the rouge on the booth, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Tan Yun looked left and right, and when he heard Zhao Qingmei's words, he also looked over.

Does your uncle even know about rouge?

"Do I think..."

An Jing took a closer look next to him, and then pondered: "Boss, does your rouge taste good?"

Tan Yun became a little confused: "???"

Aunt is not stupid!

Can this rouge still be eaten as a side dish?

Zhao Qingmei blushed next to her, and then glared at An Jing fiercely. She was not like An Jing, who could be so arrogant and open-mouthed in public.

"Guest officer, if it has a taste, the golden flower rouge is the best. It not only smells floral, but also has a sweetness."

The hawker smiled knowingly by the side, then looked at Zhao Qingmei and said, "Madam, our rouge is all high-quality goods, all the best rouge is twisted out of juice, cleaned, and steamed with flower dew. Just pick a little of the hairpin and put it on your lips, it's enough, dissolve it with a little water and put it in the palm of your hand, it's enough to slap your face."

"In this way, the quality is very good." Zhao Qingmei picked up a box of rouge and took a closer look.

"The quality is definitely good. If it gets wet with water, the color will be pale, and it will never be charged." The hawker said hurriedly.

An Jing said by the side: "Then you can give me a lighter color."

The hawker made a move in his hand, and his smile froze.

"Pfft!"

When Tan Yun heard his uncle's words, he couldn't hold back for a while, and coaxed, "I want a lighter one too. As you said, the lighter one doesn't need money."

Uncle is really bad! It's what my uncle said.

"Don't listen to their nonsense, pick up these two boxes of rouge."

Zhao Qingmei rolled her eyes at An Jing and pointed to the two wooden boxes of Rouge Road on the booth.

"okay."

The hawker breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and quickly wrapped the two boxes of rouge, "A box of golden flower rouge and a box of brocade rouge are worth three hundred cents in total."

Zhao Qingmei raised her brows and said, "Three hundred pennies is too expensive, isn't it?"

"Ma'am, these are the best golden flower rouge and brocade rouge. It's really not expensive. Why don't you give me two hundred and ninety pennies." The peddler smiled all over his face. Among the people, the beautiful lady in front of her should be the one who speaks the best.

"It's still too expensive, can it be cheaper?" Zhao Qingmei shook her head regretfully.

"Two hundred and eighty-five words, really can't be any less."

The peddler gritted his teeth and pretended to be heartbroken.

Zhao Qingmei sighed, "Forget it, my husband doesn't earn much money a year, and this rouge is too much of a burden for him."

Saying that, Zhao Qingmei dragged An Jing, who was hesitant to speak, and walked into the distance.

"Madam, don't go, I'll give you 280 wen, 280 wen." The hawker shouted quickly.

Zhao Qingmei pulled An Jing as if turning a deaf ear, and then continued to walk forward.

"Madam, don't go, how much did you say?"

The peddler is in a hurry.

"Two hundred and fifty texts." Zhao Qingmei thought about it.

"Twenty-hundred-fifty wen is unlucky in our hometown, 240 wen." An Jing couldn't help laughing beside him.

"Then two hundred and forty wen, I will listen to my husband." Zhao Qingmei said and looked at the hawker.

"Two hundred and forty minutes, that's impossible." When the hawker heard this, his eyes widened and he shook his head again and again, "At least two hundred and fifty cents, absolutely no less."

Tan Yun was listening, and her heart suddenly moved. Just as she was about to speak, she heard Zhao Qingmei say.

"Forget it, let's go over there and take a look."

I saw Zhao Qingmei pulling An Jing towards the Southwest Night Market.

one step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

......

"Madam, stay here, two hundred and forty wen is two hundred and forty!"

The peddler sighed and shouted.

There was a cold wind blowing two cups of tea, and I drank it for a long time. This is the only guest today.

When Zhao Qingmei heard this, a smug smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Seeing this, Tan Yun's eyes widened, and then he gave Zhao Qingmei a thumbs up.

An Jing also did not expect that Zhao Qingmei actually mastered such a skill.

The peddler sighed and said, "Madam, you are so beautiful, I didn't expect you to be a good bargain hunter. I haven't seen an opponent as formidable as you for a long time, so I sold it to my wife at a loss today, taking advantage of this peerless lady. The face is a good luck."

"Then help me pack it up." Zhao Qingmei said with a chuckle.

"Okay, Madam, take it away."

The hawker was quick and quick, and the two boxes of rouge were quickly wrapped up.

"This is money, count it."

Zhao Qingmei took out the money and put it on the booth, looked at An Jing and said, "Let's go."

"Okay."

An Jing quickly mentioned rouge.

The hawker squatted down and counted the coins on the stall, then was slightly taken aback.

"Eh... This is three hundred pennies? Madam! Madam, you gave too much!"

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The lights are dim, and the breeze is gentle.

"Miss, you were really amazing just now." Tan Yun couldn't help but said, "The peddler will sell it to you at a loss."

"It's just a psychological game."

Zhao Qingmei smiled lightly and said, "He said he sold it at a loss, but he just fooled you. If he really lost money, why did he sell it? These rouge will not go bad in a short time?"

An Jing nodded, agreeing with Zhao Qingmei's words.

The hustle and bustle of the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit. No one would do business at a loss, so Tan Yun believed the hawker's words.

"Husband, do you think I look good now?"

Zhao Qingmei took out a box of rouge, and then lightly tapped it on her lips.

With spring water in his eyes and clear waves of hope, one can't help but want to kiss Fangze and find out.

"Good-looking, UU reading www.uukanshu.com My wife always looks good." An Jing replied skillfully without thinking.

"That's all good-looking. When do you like me the most?" There was a hint of slyness in Zhao Qingmei's eyes.

This is a sending proposition.

An Jing moved in his heart, looked at the red lips, and said, "My favorite is when you are hesitating."

Hearing this, Zhao Qingmei's face flushed red to the root of her neck.

Tan Yun came over like a kitten, and then looked puzzled.

"Didn't you want to eat it? Now it's good to see if it's delicious."

Zhao Qingmei was ashamed and angry, she swiped her finger, and then she drew a ball of rouge and wiped it on An Jing's mouth.

An Jing pursed his lips subconsciously, and his lips were suddenly bright as blood.

Tan Yun caressed his hand beside him and smiled: "My uncle is very beautiful. No wonder Han Wenxin likes to drink with uncle. If I were Han Wenxin, I would also like to drink with uncle."

"You can't talk nonsense about this."

When An Jing heard this, he hurriedly said.

When I think of Han Wenxin's wretched and obscene appearance, I can't bear to look directly.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

When Zhao Qingmei saw this, she also smiled and bent over.

Her big eyes are pretty and demonic, the water covers the ground, the corners of her small mouth are raised, revealing two pear eddies, and her laughter is even more crisp and sweet.

And Tan Yun also bit her lip, forcibly holding back her smile.

"Laugh if you want to." An Jing said angrily.

"Goose goose goose goose goose..." Tan Yun laughed unbridled and let out a goose call.

Seeing the two of them laughing forward and backward, An Jing's mouth rose slightly, and he also laughed.

I searched for spring for half my life, and you just smiled.

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