Note the sweet scale

Chapter 502 Then you will be sober (3)

"No kissing!" She immediately raised her small hand to cover her mouth, "It took me a long time to get my lip-biting makeup done!"

He stretched out his palm and snatched her wallet.

When I opened it, I saw cash and a few cards stuffed inside, and there were no photos there.

Seeing his doubts, Yi Meng stretched out her hand, took out a hundred-yuan bill, and pointed at the bill.

"See, handsome or not!"

Looking at her fingering Grandpa Mao, and her smirking little mouth, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

I saw her lip color, light on the outside and dark on the inside, and the pale pink lips looked extraordinarily fresh and attractive.

It turns out that this is the so-called biting lip makeup!
Raising his eyebrows, he raised his hand to grab her wrist, and brought his lips closer to kiss her.

The stinky girl dares to play with him, if she is not treated properly, she will go to heaven?
Ding!
The elevator doors parted, and Yi Meng immediately pushed him away panting.

"I said you can't kiss, but you still kiss!"

"Isn't it lip-biting makeup? I'll paint it for you!" The man held her small face and lightly bit her lips, "Situ's lip-biting makeup is the only one in the world!"

"Hate!"

She smiled and pushed him away.

As soon as he raised his face, he met a pair of jealous eyes.

Seeing Meng Yiran standing in the aisle, Yi Meng stretched out her small hand to hold Situ Nanke's arm, and pulled a tissue with the other hand to help him wipe his lips.

"Look at you... the lipstick on your mouth, if you don't know it, you'll think you're wearing makeup!"

Show affection, of course, it's cool to be a showman in front of the third child!

Meng Yiran was originally full of jealousy, but Situ Nanke blocked her just now, so she didn't notice Yi Meng's clothes.

Noticing the dress on her body, she suddenly had the urge to tear this little girl into pieces.

As a woman, what I hate the most is the word Zhuangshan.

If the other person happens to be better dressed than you, that's really the most infuriating thing in the world.

Because the dress she liked was snatched by Yi Meng, she made a special trip to Italy to scan the goods, and this dress was exactly the one she found.

This is just right for an occasion like today.

She originally thought that she could overwhelm Yi Meng in terms of clothing tonight, but who would have thought that if people are unlucky, they would have stuffed their teeth after drinking cold water, and Yi Meng's clothes happened to be the same as hers.

Meng Yiran is slightly taller than Yi Meng, with a bigger frame and wider shoulders.

This kind of one-neck dress was originally worn by a girl with a slender skeleton and a beautiful collarbone. Because the collarbone is not very beautiful, she specially wore a valuable gemstone necklace to divert her attention.

Originally, I also thought I was beautiful, but it was a pity that I was not afraid of bad products, but afraid of comparing goods.

Just look at her clothes, she is indeed beautiful.

But when compared with Yi Meng, the difference came out.

Yi Meng is thin and sweet, with a small frame, slender shoulders, and especially beautiful two curved collarbones. In addition to her sweet temperament, the round-toed white leather shoes on her feet just match this outfit, making her look like a little princess from head to toe.

Comparing Meng Yiran with her, she immediately showed a bit of roughness.

That kind of feeling is like a fake princess meeting a real princess and being forced to reveal her original shape in an instant.

In my heart, how could there be any reason not to be angry?

Yi Meng was startled when she saw the clothes on her body.

Damn it, why don't you wear the same clothes as her!

She was also a little unhappy in her heart, so she took a quick look at Meng Yiran, wanting to see which of the two dressed better.

"Let's go!"

Situ Nanke put his arms around her waist without looking at Meng Yiran, just nodded to a staff member who was chatting with Meng Yiran, and led Yi Meng into the corridor.

(End of this chapter)