Houmen Fenghua: Meet the best evil mother-in-law

Chapter 118 When did you add the strange problem?
Obviously, a set of procedures has not yet been completed, and the two of Yao have already felt that such washing face and skin care should not be too amazing.

And the facts did not disappoint Mrs. Yao.

She touched her own face, which was so smooth and moist that she couldn't believe it.

"Sister-in-law, you won't lie to me, will you?"

"Why am I lying to you?" Mrs. Yao couldn't help reaching out and pinching Mrs. Yao's face, forgetting the unhappiness between the two before, and said enviously, "What I said is true, you used to be skinny. It's still a bit dry and not so white, but look at it now, it's like a freshly peeled egg, it's too tender..."

It just so happened that a servant girl led a group of wives and ladies in, and after hearing what Mrs. Yao said, she unconsciously looked at Mrs. Yao's face.

Although they haven't seen the face of Mrs. Yao's before, there is still a difference in the complexion between those who have taken care of their skin and those who have not.

After seeing it, a lady said, "It seems to be true, your face..."

Then he looked at Mrs. Yao whose hair was loose and still in a bun, "Compared to her, she seems to be much whiter and tenderer."

I just don’t know it’s natural, it’s true.

After all, they just came here, and they have never seen Mrs. Yao's skin before.

"Really?!" Mrs. Yao was pleasantly surprised, and she looked at the bronze mirror again and again, but unfortunately the effect of the bronze mirror was a bit poor, and she couldn't see clearly.

But it doesn't matter, Mrs. Yao is also very happy to see that everyone's expressions don't seem to be fake.

Of course, the one who praised Mrs. Yao's Second Lady also became interested. He asked the servant girl to clean her face and let her experience it. How effective is it? Don't you know after a while?
So, after the lady's face was well protected, the second lady Yao put on her makeup again under the hands of another maid, as if turning decay into magic, which immediately raised the second lady Yao's appearance to a higher level.

When Mrs. Yao saw her, her heart was itchy, and she didn't let the servant girl curl her hair anymore, and wanted to take care of her skin.

There are so many ladies in the house, try this one for a while, try that for a while, it's like taking root, once you come in, you can't get out.

On the other end, Uncle Yao, Second Master Yao, and Third Master Yao were talking in the teahouse. After a while, someone led Wen Haoze, Cai Jun, Feng Qingyi and others in.

They are also the same people who have fallen into the world, and they all smile alike.

Everyone was just selling Uncle Yao's face and bringing their wives and sisters to cheer them up, but they never expected that this sitting would last for a long time.

Because they entered Baixiang Pavilion, they didn't want to go back.

Fortunately, the teahouse also arranged a new play, allowing them to listen to a new story, otherwise they might not be able to sit still.

After listening to this side, there is still no movement over there. The men feel strange: Why don't you just buy rouge and fragrance? Why have you bought it for so long?
I sent a servant to urge them, but they came back and said: "Go back to the master, Madam and the others said that they will take a while, if the masters have something to do, they can go first."

How can you go first?

It's rare to go out together, and we agreed to go back together, and we definitely won't leave first.

They had no choice but to continue chatting, chattering, and the storyteller had talked about it three times, but there was no one there yet.

If it weren't for the fact that Uncle Yao and the others who invited them were still sitting here, they would have thought that their wife and sister had been kidnapped.When they couldn't hold back and wanted to urge people again, there was finally a movement from over there.

A group of wives and ladies came out of Baixiang Pavilion with smiles and smiles, the word "satisfaction" was written all over their faces.

Knowing that the men are in the teahouse opposite, they came straight here.

Wen Haoze was about to speak, and asked them why they had stayed for so long, when he looked up and saw his wife, as if with a different face, coming gracefully.

He helped to style the eyebrows when she went out, and he helped to insert the hairpin on her head, but now, her face is like a lotus emerging from water, carved and decorated naturally, as beautiful as a fairy.

Wen Haoze seems to have never noticed that his wife is so beautiful, much more beautiful than those concubines who are vulgar fans.

Not only Wen Haoze found out, but also Cai Jun and Feng Qingyi, it's just that there are outsiders around, so it's hard for them to show their surprise.

Among the group, only Uncle Yao, Second Master Yao, and Third Master Yao had never met each other's wives, so they introduced each other and left.

Seeing his wife bid farewell to Mrs. Yao in such a way, and got into the carriage, Wen Haoze approached: "You seem to like Mrs. Yao very much?"

A smile appeared on Mrs. Wen's face, and she said: "You did a good thing this time. I hit it off with Mrs. Yao and Mrs. Yao. I have made an appointment, and I will meet you in Baixiang Pavilion in half a month."

"Really? There are not many wives who you like." Wen Haoze was a little surprised, "Since I like it, why did you make an appointment at Baixiang Pavilion? You can please go home."

When someone said that, he was still holding Mrs. Wen's little hand. He didn't know if it was his illusion. He felt that his wife had not only become more beautiful today, but even this little hand was extraordinarily smooth and tender to the touch.

Mrs. Wen gave him a reproachful look, pulled her hand back, and said, "Didn't you notice any changes in me?"

"It's becoming more beautiful, doesn't it matter?" Wen Haoze smiled and blinked.

We are old couples, and it is rare to hear someone boast. Mrs. Wen blushed a little and said, "That's why, we made an appointment to meet at Baixiang Pavilion."

Wen Haoze had a question mark face, but he didn't forget to take someone's little hand back, and continued to touch and pinch.

He even held it up to his nose and smelled it. His skin was better than snow, and his fingertips were painted, as bright as peach juice. Wen Haoze couldn't help but kiss it.

Wen Haoze swears that he never had such a quirk before, but his wife's little hands are so beautiful...

Mrs. Wen didn't expect him to make such a move, she was taken aback for a moment, her face turned even redder, and she quickly wanted to pull back.

This time, she couldn't pull it back, and was pinched tightly by someone.

"You..." She stared at Wen Haoze with watery eyes, a little annoyed, "When did you get this weird problem? This is on the carriage, and people should see... how can I have the face to face people?"

As a headed wife, you still have to have the majesty that you should have. How can you be played like this by a man like a concubine?

Not so much annoyed, but more ashamed.

Although she and Wen Haoze have been married for many years and the husband and wife are harmonious, even in bed, someone has never done anything out of the ordinary.

Unexpectedly, this time, someone played with her little hand.

Mrs. Wen's eyes fell on her hands involuntarily, thinking that when she was in Baixiang Pavilion, the little maid cleaned her hands and praised her beautiful hands during the hand beauty treatment, saying that she had never seen such beautiful hands. .

At that time, Mrs. Wen still laughed at the servant girl: "How old are you? How many hands have you seen, and you dare to say that mine is the most beautiful?"

The little girl is still young, she should not have suffered any grievances on weekdays, and she is still a little childish. She pouted and said wrongedly: "Madam, I dare not say how many hands I have seen, but I will rely on this to make a living in the future. , Why are your hands not beautiful, and your slaves don’t know? Your hands are slender, but they still have a sense of sensuality. Not only do they look good, but they also feel weak and boneless..."

Balabala, the little maid praised Mrs. Wen's hand severely.

When the other ladies heard this, they all came over one after another.

They all thought that their hands were also pampered and well-maintained, and they would never be worse, but they really took them out to compare with Mrs. Wen...

(End of this chapter)