Salted fish dressed as Xiaofubao of the age

Chapter 1278 Makeup
The car turned around and turned to a manor in the suburbs.

Yue Qingqing looked very peaceful along the way.

Johnny, the co-pilot, originally planned to find fault with Yue Qingqing, so he would give Yue Qingqing a tummy tuck if she saw signs of struggling.

After all, as long as the appearance of the goods is not damaged, there is no guarantee that the interior must be complete.

But from the beginning to the end, Yue Qingqing looked at the scenery outside the window leisurely, showing no sign of struggling.

This made Johnny snort coldly in his heart.

Looking at the appearance, do you still want to remember the route?
You bitch, if you don't cover your eyes, you're sure that you can't get out of here again.

"Come down."

Quentin opened the car door, watched Yue Qingqing move her body a little bit, and jumped out of the car door.

He carefully checked the knot on Yue Qingqing's wrist.

After finding nothing loose, Quentin looked at Yue Qingqing meaningfully.

"What a sweet girl."

Johnny cursed, "Don't talk nonsense with her, tell her to get out of here quickly."

"Don't be so rude, be gentle with the ladies."

Quentin pushed open the door of the manor, and pointed a gun at Yue Qingqing's back, letting the girl go in obediently.

Johnny snorted after him.

He patted his shoulder nervously.

The division of labor in this organization is stricter and weirder than Yue Qingqing imagined.

Yue Qingqing separated from Quentin shortly after entering.

The other party handed her over to a middle-aged woman.

Woman with meticulously combed hair, drooping mouth and nun's attire
"Let's go."

The old nun brought Yue Qingqing into a room.

The layout here is like a five-star hotel suite. There are gorgeous and beautiful clothes in the closet, and there is a huge bathtub inside.

The jewelry box on the table gleamed in the light from the mirror on either side.

The old nun looked Yue Qingqing up and down, as if she was weighing whether to let this girl take a bath.

But seeing Yue Qingqing's clean body, even her fair and delicate skin, she gave up her plan.

"Sit here."

Woman pointing to stool in front of vanity mirror.

Yue Qingqing sat up with her hands tied behind her back.

"Close your eyes."

Yue Qingqing never expected that the other party would smear and make up her face.

After living for a long time, I can really see all kinds of weird things.

Yue Qingqing never wore makeup, and when the fine white powder was spread on her face, she couldn't help but sneezed.

"Can this be wiped?"

Hearing Yue Qingqing's standard English, the old nun's eyes flickered, and they fell on the girl's extremely delicate skin, where no pores could be seen.

"can."

Yue Qingqing was so naturally beautiful that too many embellishments seemed superfluous.

The old nun's fingertips landed on Yue Qingqing's cheeks, feeling the elasticity of the young girl's skin, a look of jealousy appeared in her eyes.

With her eyes closed, Yue Qingqing couldn't see the other person's gaze, but she could feel the real malice.

"Okay, open your eyes."

Following the woman's words, Yue Qingqing's eyelashes fluttered.

Saw myself in the mirror.

She is a little more gorgeous than before, making her face more in line with Western aesthetics.

The sides of the cheeks are pink and soft.

Like an angel in a church mural.

Seeing Yue Qingqing's appearance, the old nun's eyes flickered.

"You have nothing to say to me?"

She was used to seeing girls who came in crying and fussing, and some even had to be knocked out to put on makeup.

Many of them vainly tried to ask her for help, hoping to make her, who is also a woman, feel compassion.

Others would kneel down and kowtow to the point that their heads would bleed when they saw no one around them.

Why didn't this girl ask for help today?

(End of this chapter)