MTL - Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress-Chapter 1742 Dishonest

Wen Ya held the dress in her hand and looked at Si Yichen.

The eyes of the two were in the air. After a short and fierce confrontation, Warm and Ya finally retreated under the action of raising their wrists and looking at the watch.

Warm and glared at him with a grudge: "You must not peep at me to change clothes."

With fierce words, with some tenderness.

That being said, she didn't expect that Si Yizheng would really listen to her.

She sat aside and quickly undressed and changed clothes. The space for the RV was not small, but there were two people in it, which instantly became narrow, and the action of changing her clothes was also a bit unpredictable.

Si Yizhu watched her slightly nervous movement, and the smile on her lips deepened.

The dress had a zipper on the back, but I didn't know how. The zipper was a little tight and she couldn't pull it.

Si Yizhen put the book in his hand on the sofa and asked with a smile: "Need help?"

This dress was picked by him personally. The invisible zipper is a bit tight, and the zipper goes from the hip to the back of the neck. Without any assistance, it is really not very easy to pull up.

"No!" She stopped.

Watching his legs crossed, his posture was relaxed, and there was a hint of jokes in his lips. He was clearly looking at her joke. Where there was a little bit of sincerity to help her, he waited for her to ask him or ask him.

Si Yizhen raised his wrist: "It's eight thirty-eight. You've wasted three minutes changing clothes."

For a moment, I caught the Wen Xinya dead point. She tried to pull it twice, but she still couldn't pull it up.

Si Yizhen looked down at the book, but that book had not been turned over for a long time.

"Yeah!" Warm and whispered.

The book in Si Yizhen's hand was thrown aside, and whispered, "What's wrong?"

"The zipper seems to pinch your fingers, it hurts!" Say Jiao's voice, with a trace of grievance, big eyes, looked at Si Yizhang with a trace of water.

"Let me see!" Si Yizhang was going to pull her hand.

Wen Xinya not to show: "No time, you help me pull up the zipper first!"

After that, she pulled the zipper twice and still couldn't pull it. She had some doubts whether the zipper was stuck or broken? Of course, it is also possible that Si Yizhen intentionally changed one of these clothes.

Si Yizhen looked at the snowy skin in front of her skin, thinned the beautiful back, and passed a smile in her eyes, but she did not give her more authenticity, and her fingertips went down along the bare skin of her back and came down and pulled. At the half of the zipper, gently lift it up. The zipper makes a short sound and is pulled up instantly.

In the Wen Xinya eyes, there was a glimmer of pride: "How can a small invisible zipper get caught in your hand!"

After that, she couldn't help giggling.

Si Yizhu watched her smile while wearing jewelry for herself: "Ghost spirit!"

Thought he didn't see her carefully?

"Giggle!" Warm and smiled proudly, sitting on the sofa with his legs raised, "You give me shoes."

Si Yiqi knelt on the carpet, took off the black high heels under her feet, and put a pair of red high heels on her feet.

The graceful and smooth shoe body transformed her jade feet into the shape of a graceful line.

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Warm Yara opened the curtain, and the stylist of the makeup artist was ready.

Si Yizhen sat on the sofa and watched.

"I don't make complicated hairstyles because the time is running out. The young lady's hair grows well. How about simply winding it up and holding it up?" The stylist stood behind Wen Xinya, carefully observed her and asked meaning.

She is a pretty beauty face. Her face has no defects and her temperament is very good. Panfa is very suitable for her.

"I come!"

Si Yizhen walked behind Wen Xinya, thin fingers like bamboo, gently combing her long hair, flexible fingers, a tadpole completed in almost five minutes.

It is full of elegant and dignified, elegant and beautiful antique hair, which makes the Wen Xinya mixed edge sharp and sharp, and has a subtle and reserved beauty.

The stylist was stunned.

Wen Xinya taking a self-portrait in the mirror, with a charming smile on her lips: "The technique of your hair is getting better and better, and you have snatched the job of a professional stylist."

Since Si Yizhen asked her to curl her hair, she has rarely put her hair down.

Most of the time, he cross-examined her, and occasionally he didn't have time, she would do it herself.

Si Yizhen's fingers gently brushed her ears: "Practice makes perfect!"

Because I need to wear a mask for a while, I only paint eye makeup and lip makeup. The entire styling and makeup process is completed in ten minutes.

Immediately afterwards, the people from Si Yizhen took away the stylist and makeup artist. In the large carriage, there were only two people, Wen Xinya, and Si Yizhen. Before, they felt a little narrow space, and they became empty instantly.

The Wen Xinya heartbeat suddenly rushed.

She and Si Yan have known each other, loved each other, and loved each other, and spent nearly ten years.

There are few feelings in this world. Without the constraints of marriage, they can withstand the trials and tests of ten years.

In this relationship, what she paid for was the courage after the second birth.

But his devotion is an indomitable devotion.

"Baby, do you know why the ancient women wore their hair together?" The smile on Si Yizhen's face was deeper, the fine texture of the corners of his eyes extended, with a pleasant arc.

A warm, low and gentle "um" sounded: "I know!"

Did she not know this when she studied classical literature with her grandfather?

Si Yizhuang's eyes were deep and he looked at her like that.

She whispered, "Pan is thinking of loyalty, and this life is owned by only one man."

The ancients believed that hair, like life, is the spirit of the body.

The woman sent her hair in order to hide her style, only to expose her husband.

Si Yi chuckled, raised her jaw, and bowed her head for a kiss.

Warm and ya tilted his head away from his kiss, and her gorgeous red lips shed a crisp smile: "Don't make trouble, it's up to you when you wear makeup."

In fact, she was most worried that Si Yizheng couldn't help it.

Si Yizhen looked at it helplessly. The delicate red lips in front of her eyes were thinking about whether to use "strong". At this moment, the car was out, and Liu Yanhua sounded outside.

"Miss, we are here!"

Si Yizhen's face turned black instantly.

Wen Ya giggled and whispered into his ear: "I guess you must take a moment to [solve] personal problems. I will go to the banquet with Liu Yanhua first." Then she opened her mouth and gently He bit a note above the aorta of his neck, felt his shiver, and smiled lowly, "Don't let me wait too long."

Having said that, she put on a mask, and pulled the door open in a charming manner.

A beautiful skirt sculpts an enchanting look at the door.

Si Yizhang looked at the big tent set up between his legs, rubbed his forehead, and leaned on the sofa. He couldn't help but smiled and helped.

"Little girl, really daring!"