Reborn as a top-notch little wife

Early in the morning, Changchang stood in front of the mirror, with a set of clothes in one hand, spinning three circles to the left and three to the right. Zhong Jiamu was drinking soy milk on the side, his face a little dark.

Really unable to make up his mind, Xi Changchang turned around with a grimace: "Zhong Jiamu, which one looks better?"

Zhong Jiamu glanced at the two sets of clothes in her hands and raised his chin to her left: "The red one."

Red? Xi Changchang glanced at the small black suit on her left hand, and suddenly remembered that she slowly turned around. There was a bright red dress hanging on the hanger behind her.

It was the dress she wore as a human background in a Republic of China drama when she joined the drama club in her sophomore year. No matter the color, design or fabric, it was vulgar to the extreme. Therefore, she has not worn it again since that performance.

Yes. The reason why she posted it today is because she decided to donate it over the weekend.

Xi Changchang was shocked by the bright red lace and asked stiffly: "You mean this one?"

Zhong Jiamu opened his eyes and lied: "Well, it's a very beautiful dress."

"Yes...really?" Looking at the suit, Xi Changchang felt a little embarrassed.

Zhong Jiamu struck preemptively: "You don't believe my vision?" He said in a fierce tone.

"Believe it! Believe it!" Thinking of the scene where Zhong Jiamu "attracts bees and butterflies" while walking on the road, and then thinking of how she usually dressed like a passerby, Xi Changchang fell into the trap as expected.

Five minutes later, Xi Changchang looked at himself in the mirror, dressed in red, bloated and tacky, and finally couldn't help but wonder: "Zhong Jiamu, why do I feel a little... weird?"

Zhong Jiamu, who was drinking soy milk, looked up and saw Xi Changchang, who looked like he had stepped out of the most vulgar country movie, and almost spit out a mouthful. He coughed twice before holding back his laughter, and said with a serious face: "It's indeed a bit strange...

..." After pondering for a while, he continued unconscionably: "This dress is very beautiful, it's because you don't have any makeup.

"Make up?" Xi Changchang was a little sad: "But I don't know how."

After what happened last time, Xi Changchang finally realized the fact that he can't put on makeup.

Zhong Jiamu shook his head in dissatisfaction and said with a serious look on his face: "You must wear makeup to match this dress."

Xi Changchang had a deep ideological struggle, and finally said weakly: "How about forget it, I will stay as usual."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Jiamu immediately objected: "No!"

Today's Zhong Jiamu seems to be very abnormal. Compared with his usual self, he is obviously a little "nosy". Xi Changchang is a little confused: "Why?"

Zhong Jiamu began to interrogate: "Is today your birthday?"

"Yeah." nodded.

"Aren't you going to have dinner with your boyfriend?" His tone was a bit dull.

"Yeah." He nodded blankly.

"Don't you want to look pretty to see him?" The voice was a little rough.

"Think." The lamb fell into a trap completely.

Zhong Jiamu concluded: "So, you are going to put on makeup now."

"Okay." He was completely on board the pirate ship.

The makeup you add is nothing more than making your face whiter, your eyebrows thicker, and your lips redder."

Zhong Jiamu took the cosmetics in her hand and looked like a wolf grandmother: "I'll help you."

Xi Changchang closed his eyes, feeling like the powder puff was rubbing on his face like dough, and then there was a tickling and tingling sensation brushing across his eyebrows, and after a while, greasy lipstick traced the shape of his lips - this time

It was very gentle, but my hands were slightly shaking.

"Okay." Hearing Zhong Jiamu's voice, Xi Changchang opened her eyes. In front of her was Zhong Jiamu's enlarged face. When she opened her eyes, she looked at her blankly, a little surprised.

He looked at her as if she were an alien.

After what happened last time, Xi Changchang was already a little timid. Seeing Zhong Jiamu's reaction, he felt even more guilty: "Isn't it ugly?"

Zhong Jiamu looked away and answered a little unnaturally: "It's... very beautiful."

Thinking back to watching TV, Zhong Jiamu had a scornful attitude toward many of the female stars that Xi Changchang was envious of. Then he thought about how Zhong Jiamu’s friends were all beautiful women. Now even his eyes are higher than

Even though he praised himself as "very good-looking", Xi Changchang was immediately elated and went to look in the mirror happily.

Zhong Jiamu stopped her: "It's getting late, let's go find him."

Xi Changchang checked her phone, and sure enough, there was no time. She immediately let out an "ouch", grabbed her handbag and rushed downstairs.

Xi Changchang's life has never been so glorious. Along the way, whether it was on the platform or on the bus, or even when she was walking in the company, everyone who came her way looked at her sideways, whispered and turned back again and again.

Xi Changchang, whose style has always been ordinary, tried hard to maintain a dignified posture. Although he was a little out of breath, his heart was still full of surging passion.

With such a rate of turning heads and being so eye-catching, could this be the legendary beauty?

Xi Changchang burst into tears.

In full view of everyone, Xi Changchang arrived in front of the office, took a deep breath, and opened the office door.

Three employees in the office were talking. They all turned their heads, glanced at her, and then turned back to talk. Then they turned back stiffly, and Xi Changchang almost heard the "crunching" of their necks.

Uh...their expressions can't seem to be called stunning.

Facing six eyes that were almost bulging, Xi Changchang found it a little difficult to keep smiling, so he lowered his head and hurried to his seat.

The two old employees glanced sympathetically at the man with a rare expression of astonishment, said "haha" and walked out.

She and another employee were suddenly the only two people left in the office. Xi Changchang felt a little frustrated and just lowered her head to tidy up her things.

When it was almost time to get off work, the male idol who had been agreed in advance came to pick up Xi Changchang. When he saw Xi Changchang at the door, he came to her desk quietly without saying a word, and only handed her a mirror.

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A snow-white face appeared in the mirror, with thick black eyebrows twisted and tangled like a centipede, a bloody mouth with red lipstick, and the face of a female ghost in a midnight ghost story. Xi Changchang recognized it for a long time.

, only then did he realize that the flour dumpling inside was his face, and he was stunned for a long time. He looked up and saw the speechless expression of the person next to him, and thought for a long time to defend: "I didn't know it would be like this..."

Looking at Xi Changchang who looked depressed, he sighed: "Why do you dress up like this?"

The more Xi Changchang thought about it, the more aggrieved she became: "Because it's your birthday today, I want to go to dinner with you, and I want to dress up better..." She was so shocked by herself that she began to speak incoherently.

The male god was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "I'm very happy."

"Ah?" Xi Changchang was a little confused about the male god's genius.

The male god touched her head, his eyes were gentle and full of tenderness: "You did this for me, I'm very happy."

Xi Changchang slowly understood. His face was burning and his head lowered, but he still pouted and complained: "But it's ugly."

The male god gently placed his hand on hers, "Just go and wash it."

It took four or five packs of paper towels and half a bucket of purified water before the dark, red, and white colors disappeared from the new paper towels. Xi Changchang's face was already red from wiping, and it was hot and painful.

The phone rang suddenly, and she quickly picked it up. Zhong Jiamu's voice came from inside: "How was the effect?"

Gloating, absolutely gloating! Thinking of the culprit who made herself so embarrassed, Xi Changchang was furious: "Zhong Jiamu, what kind of makeup did you put on me just now?!"

Zhong Jiamu asked without any guilt: "He doesn't like it?"

Xi Changchang was helpless: "Who would like that kind of palette!"

Zhong Jiamu was silent for a moment, and soon discovered the crux of the problem, and said righteously: "He doesn't know how to appreciate it."

Xi Changchang was speechless and couldn't find any rebuttal, so he could only reply feebly: "Well, there is a generation gap between our aesthetics and yours."

"You guys?" Zhong Jiamu's voice was a bit high, and then he hung up the phone with a bang.

Listening to the beeping busy tone, Xi Changchang was speechless again.

Although the opening of Twenty-Two was not very exciting, Xi Changchang became shy again when he remembered the expression of the male god just now, and put the unhappiness just now behind him.

Just as he was giggling, his phone rang again. Unexpectedly, it was Zhong Jiamu again.

Zhong Jiamu's tone this time was a little lazy: "What on earth did my brother say?"

Even though she knew he couldn't see it, Xi Changchang still blushed with embarrassment and lowered her voice a little: "He said he was very happy that I dressed up for him."

Zhong Jiamu was silent for a long time, then said "Oh". He asked another question very worriedly: "Then why did you go out with him today?"

Facts have proved that Xi Changchang's trick of changing the topic has been tried and true. She immediately switched from the questioner to the answerer: "Why can't you go out?"

Zhong Jiamu spoke earnestly: "Since my aesthetics are different from his, are you sure he will like the clothes I choose for you?"

Shocking, scary, Xi Changchang then remembered that he was wearing a bright red antique suit. He quickly stood up and rushed to the window. Although it was not clear, he could still see a bloated and tacky red ball on the glass. Xi Changchang

His face quickly drooped: "Then what should we do?"

Zhong Jiamu kindly suggested: "If it doesn't work today, then we can do it another day."

Xi Changchang was a little moved, and pouted in embarrassment: "But today is my birthday."

Zhong Jiamu's voice suddenly became cold: "Do you really want to celebrate his birthday with him?"

Without waiting for Xi Changchang to answer, he hung up the phone with a bang.

The familiar busy tone rang in his ears again, and Xi Changchang had begun to get used to it. Thinking about Zhong Jiamu who was extremely "enthusiastic" today, Xi Changchang frowned and felt doubt in his heart.

Just as Xi Changchang was about to leave the bathroom, she heard her male idol speak: "Xi Changchang, I'm sorry, my company has an important meeting to hold. I've put the birthday gift on the table, so I'm leaving now."

"But today..."

"Bang." With the sound of the door closing, Xi Changchang knew that her boyfriend had left. She lowered her head and sent a message to Zhong Jiamu: He went to work.

Zhong Jiamu rarely replied once in a second: I am sick. Come out, I will be downstairs in your company.

Xi Changchang:......

Xi Changchang came down without any hope, and while walking on the street, Zhong Jiamu didn't say a word.

Why is Zhong Jiamu as moody as the menopausal old lady at home today? Just as he was feeling good about himself, he suddenly felt Zhong Jiamu stop and follow his gaze. It turned out to be a cake shop on the corner of the street.

Zhong Jiamu pursed his lips: "Go in."

"ah?"

Zhong Jiamu rarely explained: "I want to eat sweets."

Could it be that when a person gets sick, his taste will completely change? A big academic question arises in Xi Changchang's mind.

However, no matter how suspicious he was, Xi Changchang was accustomed to resolutely carrying out Zhong Jiamu's words, and helped Zhong Jiamu in with a human-shaped crutch.

Half an hour later, Xi Changchang walked forward with difficulty, holding Zhong Jiamu in one hand and holding the cake in the other.

After passing a supermarket and looking at the bottles of wine in the bag, Xi Changchang felt like crying without tears.

Zhong Jiamu finally showed mercy: "Take a taxi."

After supporting Zhong Jiamu after walking such a long way, he went upstairs with a few bottles of wine and a big cake, opened the door, and Xi Changchang threw himself on the sofa.

Hearing Zhong Jiamu's light and heavy footsteps and the sound of plastic paper rubbing in his ears, Xi Changchang was about to fall asleep. Suddenly he felt someone shaking him. He opened his eyes relaxedly, and Zhong Jiamu had a look on his face.

Impatient: "Come here and make a wish."

Making a wish? Only then did Xi Changchang realize that on the coffee table was the cake he had just bought. It had now been disassembled, and a few candles were crookedly inserted on it.

Today is his birthday, Xi Changchang immediately realized it, and then looked at Zhong Jiamu, who still had a cool face, and couldn't help but shake his head and felt that he was really a filial brother-in-law.

Zhong Jiamu was stunned by her loving gaze and glanced at her: "Hurry up and make a wish."

Facing those crooked and crumbling candles, Xi Changchang still made a sincere wish.

Opening his eyes, he blew out six candles in three breaths, making Xi Changchang feel proud.

He glanced sideways at the silent Zhong Jiamu, then glanced sideways at the silent Zhong Jiamu, and then squinted at the silent Zhong Jiamu again. Finally he couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "Zhong Jiamu, why don't you ask me Xu?"

What wish?!

Zhong Jiamu glanced at her sideways: "What wish did you make?" His tone was very perfunctory. Xi Changchang raised his chin even more angrily: "I won't tell you."

Three minutes later, Xi Changchang shouted again: "Zhong Jiamu, why didn't you ask me?"

"I asked, but you didn't answer." Zhong Jiamu spread his hands, looking very innocent.

She really didn't know how to cooperate, so Xi Changchang was very seductive: "If you ask, I won't tell you. If you ask again, and I won't tell you, you will keep asking until I tell you." This is a birthday drama every year.

Zhong Jiamu couldn't laugh or cry: "I don't want to know."

Xi Changchang was very obscene and seductive: "One of them is related to you..." The last "oh" was very long.

"I know." Zhong Jiamu picked up the plastic knife and started to cut the cake, lowering his head to hide the bitterness on his face: "But what you promised is different from what I want."

Just as he was sighing, Zhong Jiamu had already handed over a piece of cake and a glass of wine.

Looking at the glass of liquid with a dark red luster under the light, Xi Changchang felt a little sad. She, who had always been a teetotaler, picked it up, took a sip, and sighed with emotion: "I have aged another year."