Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Is it true that children now know how to do this, or are they so bad that they are too warm!

"Okay, wipe it clean, let's go with my sister to buy lipstick, my sister's lips are so beautiful, I want to contract all the lipstick numbers of my sister." This said, milk teasing milk teasing!

The two went out. Someone in the car was making a video. It should be a car blogger.

It's normal. Wen Ye's car is too rare. You can have a Bentley on a certain note, but this Koenigsegg can't even see it at a car rental agency.

Wen is also used to it. The cars he plays are all relatively advanced, and he drives out every other way.

Usually it doesn't matter, but today, it is so hot outside, he is afraid that Ruan Xihe is basking, frowning and interrupting them.

"Brother, you guys have finished filming, we are leaving now."

The blogger and the cameraman were surprised by their appearance and offered to hope that they could appear in the photo. Wen was also not interested in being famous, and opened the car door for Ruan Xihe to let her sit in first.

"Sorry, we are not very convenient."

"Handsome guy, think about it. I have a lot of fans, so let's take one together."

"Sorry, it's too hot now. My girlfriend is afraid of getting exposed to the sun. I can stop here. You can fill in a few details, but don't record our faces." Wen Ye's personality is still relatively acceptable.

In general, most of the top rich second generations have good temperaments, high education, gentle and polite reception, and the kind with eyes on their foreheads are mostly upstarts or those who do not slip away from the middle class.

"Well, thank you, handsome guy, this car is hardcore!" The blogger and Wen also smiled and said.

He curled his lips slightly: "It's okay."

Ruan Xihe was sitting in the car, slowly tying his seat belts, and turning on the air conditioner: "What kind of car does my sister like?"

"I like pink, cute, and shiny." She looked at the Bentley mini with a flashing pink diamond car sticker next door and said casually.

Wen also smiled. It just so happened that the two people outside also finished shooting. He turned the steering wheel and drove the car out.

There are really no larger counters here.

The two went directly to Dior.

Ruan Xihe sat on the small armchair, and Wen also asked Miss Gui to put the lipstick on the back of his hand.

She met such a boy for the first time, full of vitality like the little sun, but he was bad and sultry.

Wen also chose a few colors and walked to Ruan Xihe's side: "Sister, I think these colors are all pretty, what do you think."

The younger brother's aesthetics are not problematic, and they are all popular colors.

She smiled: "It's pretty good."

Wen was also affirmed and very happy. In the past, he said to the shopping guide: "I want these few."

One counter is priced at 350, and seven is 2450.

Wen Xiaoshao gave Ruan Xihe the freedom of lipstick, one color number a week, seven days without repetition.

Clothes cannot be bought in this mall, and Wen also wants to take her to a private order, and the two of them go to the parking lot downstairs.

After sitting down, he did not drive immediately, but took out his favorite 080 watermelon red among the seven colors this time and handed it to Ruan Xihe.

"Sister, you can try it on."

Normal sisters can't stop this wave of acting like a baby.

Ruan Xihe had to take it and put on lipstick in front of him.

I heard that when a man likes a woman very much, he will feel that the woman is seduce him when the other party does anything.

As soon as she finished painting and closing the lid, she met Wen's obscure eyes.

"Sister, this watermelon red is so beautiful." His voice became hoarse unconsciously.

Infected by this sudden enthusiasm, Ruan Xi and such an old driver were actually a little nervous.

"Ah, um." She responded perfunctorily and unnaturally.

Wen Ye unfastened his seat belt and slowly leaned forward, with his hands resting on both sides of her seat. If the tip of her nose touched, her voice was low and confusing: "Sister, can I taste it?"

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