“…”
Wife?
Yan Yan just calmed her heart and instantly petrified.
This candy is not for her.
Is it for his wife?
Then what does he feed himself?
That face reappears in my mind. Yan Yan doesn’t know whether she is jealous or wronged. She is always out of control and has an impulse to cry.
Finally, she turned on the light and threw the candy paper ball into the trash can, lying on her pillow and crying.
She never wants to see him again. Why should she be body double?
Never see him again. She’s going to marry Tai.
Always crying to the end, Yan Yan can’t tell what he is sad like venting.
This is indeed due to Ling’s negligence. After Royi’s departure, although he is a walking corpse, Kowloon Bay will still send in a batch of clothes belonging to Royi every quarter, and these foods are still being customized.
Honey, I love you
Darling, I miss you.
My wife I’m sorry
My wife forgives me
It was randomly written in the food package, and the day he took out one that he forgot to write.
At dawn, a group of people came into the castle.
Etiquette teachers, a makeup artist and stylist, and a servant who helped Yan Yan change clothes.
After crying, Yan Yan felt that she was much clearer. Look at the sunshine outside and a bold idea rose.
She doesn’t want to be a canary in captivity.
too
plume
Yanyuan
She wants to stay away from them …
"Miss Yan’s eyes are a little red."
A servant came in at close range and saw that her eyes were a little red.
It’s engagement day, and it’s not good for Miss Yan to cry.
"Give me that ice pack for a while." Yan Yan motioned for her not to make a fuss.
The makeup artist frowned and ordered people to prepare ice packs.
Royi bathed herself before they came in and braved the steam. Her skin was as smooth and white as milk, which made all the women envious.
A few servants waited on her to change gifts first, which was a bit cumbersome. The medieval skirt was wrapped around the waist and buttocks with a small crocheted shawl to reveal the girl’s beautiful collarbone.
After all, it’s late autumn and it’s outdoors. I also considered the season when I chose this gift.
"Wow, Miss Yan is so beautiful."
"Mm-hmm." The people in the room who helped to play small hands also repeatedly praised it as beautiful.
This kind of spiritual and pure beauty knows no borders.
Yan Yan looked at himself in the mirror and smiled without much expression.
The makeup artist is an Asian woman. She has been staring at Yan Yan and rarely speaks. After she finished wearing the ceremony, she bent down and hit her cosmetic bag, revealing rows of neat makeup tools.
Yan Yan glanced back his eyes.
Her eyebrows belong to natural hills, which are naturally curved and slightly curled, and look very handsome even without makeup.
When the makeup artist’s hand touched Yan Yan’s face, there was a moment’s pause, which meant that the skin seemed to have suddenly recovered. The other party quickly accepted his hand and apologized and said, "Sorry, Miss Yan’s hand is too dry and quiet."
Yan Yan touched his face and there was nothing unusual. It really felt like silence. He didn’t even turn red and shook his head. "Nothing. Go on."
It should be her illusion.
These people are too selective and should be fine.