The maid wants to turn over, and the rough general can't help but tease

Song Yan had been dragged around all day, and when the hairdresser curled the last strand of her hair, she was ready to give up everything and run away, and come back when it was all over, but when she stared at the mirror and looked at her reflection, her lips parted.

"This is amazing." Song Yan looked at herself in the mirror, touched her cheek, and was amazed. Her originally fair face was even whiter than usual, and her lips were painted with light pink lip gloss, which made them more crystal clear. The light eye makeup and the bun made her small face more prominent, and even the stylist in charge of dressing her up was stunned.

She knew that Mrs. Fu was already a mother of a seven-year-old child, but Song Yan seemed to have managed herself very well. Although she was over thirty years old, she still looked like a girl who was going to college in a few days.

"Sister-in-law, you are so beautiful!" Fu Rong, who was wearing a long dark-night dress, looked at her sister holding her face and said excitedly, "You look like my sister. If you go out, I'm afraid that if you stand next to me, people will think you are my twin sister." After saying that, she turned to look at the stylist and praised, "You did a great job. You really lived up to your reputation. You did a great job. In this way... I believe no one will look down on us."

"Miss Fu, you are praising me too much." The young stylist lowered her head slightly, picked up the curling iron and put it on the other side. "It's all because you take good care of your skin. Your skin has always been moist and tender. I can't help it."

Fu Rong was very happy listening to the sweet words of the young stylist. Just as she was about to say something, the door was pushed open and Fu Chen rushed in. He was wearing a three-piece suit with a red flower hanging on his pocket.

"Mom, tell Dad that I don't want to greet the guests! They are scolding me behind my back, why should I smile at them?" Fu Chen complained to his mother while rushing forward and grabbing Song Yan's silver sequined skirt, "I don't want to, but he doesn't listen to me! He is a bad father!"

Now that he has his parents around, Fu Chen's temper has become more and more irritable. He can no longer tolerate things he doesn't like, so he directly rejected his father's proposal, climbed into his mother's arms, and then continued: "He also asked me to play a piece of music for the guests and grandpa as a gift. I can give the gift to grandpa personally, so why should I play for people like them?"

Fu Yusheng, who was chasing after his son, was speechless when he heard his complaints. He didn't want Fu Chen to do this, he just didn't want people to say that Fu Chen was a mute autistic child, so he wanted Fu Chen to show off his speaking ability and his piano talent, but he didn't listen and ran to his mother instead.

"Chen Chen, you know I'm doing this for you." Fu Yusheng said behind the door, because everyone was entering the room... As a man, it was rude for him to walk into the room. "I don't want anyone to say bad things about my son, so I want you to slap those bastards - those bad men and bad women in the face."

He didn't get an answer, but the door was pulled open and a fairy came to him, narrowing her eyes and saying, "Since when did my son need to show off his skills to unimportant people? If he doesn't want to do something, then he doesn't do it."

Fu Yusheng looked at the woman, and then - "...Song Yan? Is this you? Why do you look so innocent?"

The man's screams echoed throughout the mansion, frightening Mr. Fu so much that he almost jumped up and screamed, "What? Who is it? You won't let me celebrate my 80th birthday? You almost sent me into the underworld!"

"I'm sorry." Song Yan said to the limping Fu Yusheng, "I didn't know the heels were so sharp." She just wanted to step on her husband's feet, but she didn't expect that the heels would pierce Fu Yusheng's shoes and hurt his feet.

"Don't talk to me." Fu Yusheng said through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the pain in his feet.

Song Yan pursed her lips and followed the staggering Fu Yusheng downstairs. She asked, "You really don't want the medicine I made? It can make the injury on your foot heal quickly."

"So you can forget the pain you caused me? No, thank you."

"This man..." Song Yan was speechless when she heard that Fu Yusheng refused her help just to make her feel guilty.

But then, her expression changed. She looked towards the door and saw someone coming in. Her face suddenly became stern. "What are they doing here? Did you invite them?"