It makes sense to grab a marriage: don't mess with the savage wife

Chapter 175 Yu Family Dinner Party (1)

Yu Chiguang and Song Qingyi were sitting in the back seat, with their arms crossed, their eyes staring at the pair of sky-hating heights on their feet, wishing they could make holes in them.

Why are there such things as high heels!
Turning his head to look at Song Qingyi bitterly, seeing that he was resting with his eyes closed, looking like an old god, the resentment in Yu Chiguang's heart deepened.

As soon as he stretched his legs, he threw off the shoes on his feet, making a muffled sound.

Dong Yuan, who was sitting in front of the car, watched his nose with his eyes, his heart with his nose, and his ears with his heart. He didn't see or hear anything.

Then Song Qingyi opened his eyes, his eyes moved to her tender white bare feet, and he frowned slightly: "Pick it up and put it on."

Yu Chiguang ignored him, who wouldn't pretend to be cold.

She hates high heels the most.

I don't know how An Xianxian can dress so slippery.

Song Qing turned his head to look at the little girl who turned her head aside and ignored her, her expression was not as cold as usual.

Today I picked a blue sleeveless knee-length skirt for Yu Chiguang, revealing her slender arms and calves, making her already fair skin look even fairer.

Song Qingyi stared at her side for a full minute, then turned his head a little uncomfortable, loosened his tie and stopped looking at her: "You don't wear it, do you?"

Yu Chiguang also heard the impatience in his tone. To be honest, she herself felt a little hypocritical. Although she usually didn't wear skirts or high heels, she knew that her dress couldn't do without high heels.

"Go and pick it up." After a long time, Yu Chiguang turned his head and looked straight ahead, without looking at Song Qingyi, he choked out these words.

In fact, she was forcibly suppressed by An Xianxian, and practiced wearing high heels for a long time, Song Qingyi also knew this, besides, his little overlord actually looks good in high heels.

The legs look special...

Thinking of this, Song Qing pulled the tie again, then picked up her high heels for her to put on with a cold face.

Dong Yuan saw this scene through the rearview mirror, and the corner of his mouth twitched, Boss Song, you can't have any backbone, Miss Yu is obviously making trouble for no reason!
Within a few minutes, the two arrived at the agreed hair styling place, and the hair stylist and makeup artist were already waiting early.

They said "Hi Mr. Song" to Song Qing and stopped talking, looking very professional and sophisticated.

And Song Qingyi led Yu Chiguang over, pushed her to a chair and sat down, turned his head and said to the two people behind: "Let's do it, keep it simple."

Then I took a magazine and moved to the back one, obviously waiting.

And Yu Chiguang looked into the mirror with wide eyes, but within a few seconds she started screaming non-stop: "It hurts, hurts, lighten up..."

Song Qingyi looked up, but didn't make a sound.

Just after she yelled several times in a row, Song Qingyi's cold voice finally came from behind: "You... Take it easy."

The hair stylist nodded towards Song Qingyi with a full face: "Sorry."

In fact, he really didn't use any strength, and he didn't know why this aunt kept crying for pain.

Afterwards, Yu Chiguang didn't make a fuss, and asked the hair stylist to do her hair properly, and then asked the makeup artist to come on stage to do her makeup.

When Yu Chiguang opened his eyes, he looked at the person in the mirror and his eyes widened. This is really not her, really not her! !
"Turn around." Song Qingyi's voice sounded from behind.

Yu Chiguang continued to stare and turned around.

(End of this chapter)