Transmigration:Evil BOSS, bad to the core!

As a matter of fact, today's miran'er's makeup is not particularly gorgeous. However, Mingyang, who has only seen miran'er's plain face facing the sky, has a dull look for a second when he sees her with more and more beautiful makeup on her face.

This expression was brought into view by Mi Ran'er, and a trace of humor rose from the corner of MI Ran'er's mouth.

She lifted her eyes and looked at Xiang Mingyang with a smile, "what? Isn't it pretty? "

Ming Yang's Adam's apple rolls gently. He throws the Xi scale to the bride beside him. Then he raises his hand and pinches mi Ran'er's chin to further develop her small face.

"In my opinion, it's not suitable for you to wear so much makeup."

Mi Ran'er frowned, "isn't it really pretty?"

"It's not ugly!"

On Mingyang's face, there was a joking smile. "It's so good-looking. I'm afraid you're going to be watched by others when you dress up so well, madam."

That's a little provocative.

However, MI Ran'er was also an old driver. How could he be so easily moved.

"Then you must guard me and be nice to me, at least, so that I won't be fooled away by others who are a little bit nice!"

Mingyang was amused by her words and bullied him. When he wanted to say something more, he suddenly thought that there were girls and bridesmaids around him. He frowned and looked at the light bulbs. "What are you doing here?"

"Young master, you and your wife haven't had a drink yet!" Xiniang has a headache. She still smiles on her face and says to Mingyang helplessly.

Mingyang slightly raises his eyebrows and sits down beside mi Ran'er.

The servant girl rushed to pour the wine, and MI Ran'er and Ming Yang drank one by one.

When he was drinking, Mingyang kept staring at Mi Ran'er. The tassels on both sides of her cheek crossed the back of Mingyang's hand, which made him feel numb and goose bumps on his back neck.

After drinking a glass of wine, Mingyang's face was a little red. Looking at his face, MI Ran'er couldn't help joking: "it's just a glass of wine. Is master Ming drunk?"

"No?"

Mingyang slightly squints his eyes and rebukes him.

Mi Ran'er spat out his tongue, "then you're too weak to drink. I tell you, don't be drunk in a moment..."

Miran'er's slender fingers shook in front of him.

Mingyang felt dazzled. He immediately raised his hand and grasped mi Ran'er's finger.

"What are you doing?"

Mi Ran'er noticed that Mingyang's eyes were different, and she was red in the face.

Look around the maids who haven't finished going out, she lowered her voice, "people are still there, don't be so flustered, OK?"

Mingyang took a deep breath, looked at her red face, raised a trace of evil smile, "just dare to tease me, now look at yourself, but it's just a glass of wine, you are so red, I see, wait a moment, it must be you!"

Mi Ran'er pouted his mouth a little unconvinced. "It's very kind of you to argue with me about this."

"Why am I embarrassed to argue with my wife about this?" Ming Yang's men work hard, and MI Ran'er falls into Ming Yang's arms. The headdress swings, and the tassel hits Ming Yang's face again.

Mingyang looked at the complicated tassel, and felt it was a bit of an eyesore. He raised his hand, saw through the mechanism of the tassel, pressed it twice, and then grabbed the tassel and threw it aside.