During this search, Gu Zhiyan found that there were many similar problems on the Internet.
As a result, the following comments are basically like this:
“How long has the host knelt down and called the father?”
“Impossible, you still don’t let the other party kneel down, so you kneel down first.”
“Thinking naively.”
“One person once asked this question, and then…he died.”
“…”
What kind of comments are there.
Gu Zhiyan read many similar posts in a row, and found that they were basically such comments.
Another poster who posted this question came back and gave feedback on the follow-up situation, with only one sentence: “Being a son is good qaq!”
Gu Zhiyan threw the phone aside, sat down and started processing the files.
Can’t beat Mu Tingxiao, he is also desperate.
…
Mu Tingxiao spent twenty minutes back home.
Before Mu Nuannuan drove the makeup artists away, they did not want to leave.
She had to invite them to drink tea in the living room, while she herself went to the kitchen to make dinner slowly.
When Mu Tingxiao came back, they had already drunk tea. When they saw Mu Tingxiao again, they seemed to have seen the savior: “Master Mu!”
Mu Tingxiao glanced at them and asked the bodyguard beside him: “Where is the young lady?”
“In the kitchen.” The bodyguard pointed to the kitchen.
Mu Nuannuan is reading the recipe, she is thinking about a few new dishes recently, and she plans to make one to taste tonight.
When she was going through the recipe, she heard steady footsteps outside the door.
Somewhat miraculously, when she heard the footsteps, she knew that Mu Tingxiao had returned.
She pretended not to have discovered, and continued to focus on her recipe.
Mu Tingxiao walked over, saw the recipe in her hand from behind her, saw the name of a dish on it, raised his eyebrows and said, “Bitter melon makes mousse?”
“You’re back.” Mu Nuan Nuan said without looking back, looking very cold.
Mu Tingxiao took her out of her hand and held it high because of her height. Mu Nuannuan turned around and tried to get the book on her tiptoe. As a result, she was a lot shorter than him. Can’t even touch the book.
Mu Nuannuan suffocated her anger, and now she became even more angry.
She kicked Mu Tingxiao in the leg angrily: “Return the recipe to me!”
“You don’t want to look at me when you read the recipe?” Mu Tingxiao raised his eyebrows and said in a serious tone of unreasonable coaxing.
Mu Nuannuan raised her chin and stared at him: “Yes, I’m annoyed to see you.”
Mu Tingxiao smiled without anger, he put the recipe aside, lowered his head and pecked Mu Nuannuan’s lips, hugging her before she could react.
In her low voice, she whispered in her ear: “Don’t you want to help me? This dinner, I have to ask my wife.”
His voice was originally low and nice, not to mention that he deliberately suppressed his voice, so that “wife” added a bit of drowning gentleness.
Mu Nuannuan felt a little itchy in her ears and stretched out her hand to scratch her ears, but Mu Tingxiao seemed to have guessed that she would do this. She held her hand calmly and kissed her ear gently. For a moment: “Will you go to the dinner party?”
Mu Nuannuan shrank her neck so it was itchy, and said loudly: “I’m going, can’t I go!”
“Thanks for your hard work.” Only then did Mu Tingxiao let her go.
Mu Nuannuan’s ears were so sensitive that they were already red by now, and Mu Tingxiao couldn’t help but stretched out his hand to pinch it again.
Mu Nuannuan slapped his hand away with some irritation: “Don’t move your hands, I’m going to try the dress.”
Mu Tingxiao did not speak, just looked at her and smiled.
He seems to have found another weakness of Mu Nuannuan.
“What’s so funny, don’t laugh!” Mu Nuannuan pushed her away rudely.
After Mu Nuannuan tried five sets of dresses in a row, she finally tried one that satisfies the stylist.
In the words of the stylist, everything looks good, but she thinks Mu Nuannuan can try something better.
Mu Nuannuan finally calmed down when she was tossed by them while sitting in front of the mirror.
Mu Tingxiao was using a beautiful boy just now?
It’s also a bit like… acting like a baby with her?
Judging by Mu Tingxiao’s usual gloomy cold face, before he hugged her and softly called “wife”, he was really acting like a baby.
A man like Mu Tingxiao is acting coquettishly, there really is nothing wrong with a woman!
…
An hour later, Mu Nuannuan was finally made up by the stylist.
The stylist looked surprised and said, “Madam Young is so beautiful. Go downstairs and show Master Mu!”
Mu Nuannuan glanced in the mirror.
The dress on her body is a flamboyant red, which makes her already fair skin white as if it can shine.
The bangs on the front of the forehead were combed up, revealing a smooth forehead, and a strand of small curly hair fell on both sides of the cheeks, and the long straight hair behind the head was also made into large curls. With the bright red lipstick of the same color as the dress, the whole person looked Very charming.
Mu Nuannuan was also a little surprised when she saw it for the first time.
But after a few glances, she felt that there was no big difference from usual, that is, the makeup made her look mature and charming.
The dress must be worn with high heels. Mu Nuannuan didn’t know how to wear high heels before. When she went downstairs, she used the stairs to walk.
Mu Tingxiao had been sitting in the hall, hearing the sound of high heels behind him, he turned his head.
Mu Nuannuan looked at him expectantly. The stylist said she was so beautiful. Would Mu Tingxiao also think she was so beautiful?
However, Mu Tingxiao just watched for a few seconds, then looked away and walked over to help her: “I’m not used to wearing high heels.”
Mu Nuannuan nodded: “Well, how did you go through before.”
The eight-centimeter high-heeled shoes that the stylist picked for her, coupled with her naked height of 1.67 meters, is 1.75 meters at this time.
Mu Tingxiao was 1.88 meters tall, and the difference between the two was 20 centimeters. Now that Mu Nuannuan was wearing high heels, the height difference between Mu Tingxiao and Mu Tingxiao was not so obvious.
She compares the heights of herself and Mu Tingxiao somewhat strangely.
Mu Tingxiao didn’t pay attention to this. He turned his head and asked the stylist behind her: “Change her shoes instead of high heels.”
The stylist is a little embarrassed: “But if you don’t wear high heels, the matching effect will be a little worse…”
Mu Tingxiao said blankly, “Then don’t go.”
“Huh?” Mu Nuannuan asked blankly, “Where not to go?”
“If you don’t go to the banquet, the stylist said you must wear high heels, you can’t get used to it.” Mu Tingxiao looked down at her, his eyes and tone were extremely serious.
What kind of reason is this?
Young Master Mu’s thoughts have also become too casual.
“I think I can.” Mu Nuannuan said and walked a few steps around him.
It’s just that I don’t get used to it, and I don’t wear high heels. When she was intern, the company required high heels, and she also wore them.
Mu Tingxiao coughed lightly and said, “Then change clothes and make-up.”
The practitioners behind him suddenly laughed in a low voice, Mu Nuannuan was blessed to the heart for a while, and realized something.
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