My wife is a soft and cute little crying bag

"Cute is here, have you had lunch yet?" Fang Xiyu put down the laptop in his hand and asked Ke Ai with a smile.

"Have you eaten, is sister-in-law working?"

"Well, it's over now," Fang Xiyu moved a little to the side, "Come and sit here."

The hanging chair is big enough for two people.

Ke Ai sat down obediently, "Brother isn't home?"

"Well, he's still at the company, and he's been very busy recently." Fang Xiyu rubbed Ke Ai's hair, "He won't let me go to the company, I'm bored at home alone, but fortunately you come to accompany me every week, Otherwise, it will really suffocate.”

"Staying with you makes me happy too."

"After so long, Qiao Linzhe's skills still haven't improved at all." Fang Xiyu played with Ke Ai's hair.

Ke Ai stroked his messy hair, then looked at Fang Xiyu's neat long hair, a little embarrassed, "Brother Lin Zhe has done his best."

Seeing Ke Ai shy, Fang Xiyu stopped teasing him.

"Come on, let's go into the house."

"Okay!" Ke Ai stood up and followed Fang Xiyu's pace.

Fang Xiyu was about to go to the refrigerator to get some drinks for Ke Ai, but as soon as he approached the kitchen, he felt stuffy in his chest and wanted to vomit.

He tried his best to suppress this feeling, but it became more and more turbulent, and he covered his mouth and hurried to the bathroom before even opening the kitchen door.

Ke Ai saw it and followed it worriedly, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you?"

Fang Xiyu wanted to vomit, but couldn't vomit anything. He lowered his head and waved to Ke Ai, "It's okay, it may be because I ate something bad in the morning."

"I'll get you a glass of water." After Ke Ai finished speaking, he rushed to pour water.

Fang Xiyu waited until the uncomfortable feeling subsided before returning to the living room.

"Drink this glass of warm water first," Ke Ai handed the glass to Fang Xiyu, "Now that the weather is so hot, you should pay attention to your diet, and don't often drink hot and cold food."

Fang Xiyu took the water glass and drank it with a "gulu gulu" in a few sips, and put the cup on the coffee table, "I will pay attention, I made you worry."

"That's all right."

"There is something to drink in the refrigerator, go get it yourself." Fang Xiyu's face turned pale.

"Okay, I'll get it myself."

one--

After Qiao Linzhe waited for Ke Ai to go out, he stayed in the study for a while, and then drove out by himself.

He came to a high-end makeup shop, and there was no customer except the clerk during this time period.

"Welcome, may I help you?" The clerk greeted.

"How much is your store's daily turnover?"

The clerk was dumbfounded when asked.

"You heard me right, you just need to tell me the general idea."

"Ah, we need to ask our manager about this." The clerk responded.

"Then take me to see your manager!"

Looking at Qiao Linzhe's heroic facial features and expensive clothes, the clerk knew at a glance that she could not afford to offend, and greeted warmly, "You are a customer, I can call you and ask the manager."

"Row."

"Then you sit down for a while?"

"Okay." After saying that, Qiao Linzhe sat on the sofa not far away, still with his usual Erlang legs, and his aura was not small.

After a while, the manager came.

"This is the manager of our store."

"Hi sir!" The manager smiled and shook hands with Qiao Linzhe.

"Hello," Qiao Linzhe stood up and shook back politely.

Afterwards, explain the purpose of your trip, "That's it, I want to occupy all the makeup artists in your store, and I would like to ask what is the maximum daily turnover of your store, and I can pay you five times the price, but only if you don't make money today." Then accept other guests."

Five times the maximum daily turnover, no one who does business will miss this opportunity.

The manager laughed so that the corners of his eyes showed wrinkles, "No problem, I will inform the people in the store right away."

When they were talking, the makeup artists around listened more or less, and they were unavoidably surprised.

After that, Qiao Linzhe learned how to make up with the makeup artist in the store. No matter from which angle he looked at it, it didn't match his personality.

"Why would you want to learn makeup, sir?" One of the more sunny and cheerful girls asked him with a smile.

Qiao Linzhe smiled, "The kids at home aren't very good at it, and every time I see him tormenting, I almost can't stand it anymore."

"People who are with Mr. must be very happy!" Another makeup artist is also more interested in this topic.

"Being with him is a big bargain for me."

These makeup artists somehow ate dog food without knowing it.

"Is this okay?" Qiao Linzhe finished the eye makeup under the guidance of the makeup artist.

"Here," the makeup artist pointed to the end of the eye, "it's better to turn it slightly upward."

Qiao Linzhe wiped off the model's eye makeup and did it again. It seemed a little better than before?

He wasn't satisfied anyway.

The makeup artist personally taught him how to deal with facial makeup, and it took him a long time to learn some results.

"Do you know how to tie hair?"

"What's so difficult about it, I'll teach you a few versatile hairstyles later, I'm sure you'll look good!"

"That would be troublesome."

It was almost dinner time, and Qiao Linzhe was ready to go home. Before going home, he discussed with the manager that he would occupy the store for the next few days.

As long as the money is in place, the manager is not a problem.

Qiao Linzhe went home and ate alone.

Ke Ai shared dinner with them at Ke Mo's house.

When Ke Mo returned home after a busy day, the nanny had just cooked dinner.

"Brother!" Ke Ai yelled while sitting on the sofa.

Ke Mo put the briefcase on the side cabinet, came in wearing slippers, and teased Ke Ai, "Are you leaving Qiao Linzhe home alone again?"

"I'll go back after dinner!" Ke Ai put on a reluctance.