163 Rework

When Qian Yumo walked to the court, several women were gathering under the eaves, and they didn't know what they were busy with.

Colorful light summer shirt, swinging lightly in the wind, against white walls and tiles, green trees and fragrant grass, is very beautiful.

Qian Yumo couldn't help narrowing his eyes and stopping to appreciate it. But Wanying put down the mirror, jumped up from the rattan chair, stuffed half a pendant of money into the hand of the man sitting next to her, and said happily, "Thank you, Miss Luo."

Luo Wener nodded and put the money in the bag rudely.

The fan stagnated, then shook up, and then walked over with a smile.

"What are you doing?"

"Give peace to the prince."

Wanying only gave a blessing and ran. While running, she took a small mirror and looked left and right.

"The prince..."

"The prince..."

Wanjie Wanling just hurriedly walked to Luo Wen'er. Wanjie sat on the rattan chair first and laughed. Wanling missed the opportunity and pouted aside.

"I have not returned for half a month. Why do the girl in this house seem to have become yours? What do you want to do? Buy people's hearts? Are you going to run away in debt?"

Although it was a question, his tone was smiling.

Luo Wener didn't even look at him, but was busy with the work in his hand: "I won't owe money and pay back, and if I leave here, I am penniless, where can I go? Besides..."

What's more, I'm still begging you. At present, I really don't know who to find out about him except you. Maybe I can find it myself, but... Where can I find him? Not only because he is strange, but perhaps he came back as soon as I left, so he missed it again and again. If he doesn't stay here, because no matter where he goes, he will eventually come back here, because this is his home.

The long eyelashes droop slightly, like a small feather fan covering the emotions in the eyes, and just like chatting, "Mr. Mo, I ask you to inquire about..."

"Don't worry, don't worry," Qian Yumo bent down, seemed to be very curious about what she had done, and said casually, "Such an important thing is still very confidential. You need to inquire carefully and consult from multiple parties. Otherwise, won't you get a lot of false information? Isn't it a waste of manpower and material resources and money? After the letter, I will tell you as soon as possible!"

Luo Wener stopped asking, but Qian Yumo refused to leave. She just looked down and said, "What are you doing?"

"Face-to-face." Wanling replied on the side.

"Face?" Qian Yumo expressed surprise.

"Yes," Wanling nodded: "A few days ago, Wanying had a pimple on her nose, which was painful and itchy. She wanted to cut it with a knife. It was Miss Luo who told her that at our age, she loved to have these small pimples the most. She must not squeeze it with her hands, let alone think that if she cut something more would flatten it, which would leave scars. Then Miss Luo helped her face detoxify, and the little pimple soon disappeared. Son, you just saw Wanying. Do you think she is more beautiful than before?

Qian Yumo really didn't see what Wanying had become. He just raised his head and stared at Wanling: "You did it too?"

Wanling nodded happily: "Son, do you think I'm more watery than before?"

Qian Yumo pinched her cheek and smiled, "If it's really more watery, you can pinch out the water..."

Luo Wener gave him a private glance.

She can't stand his romantic and frivolity. These eight sisters were raised by him when they were young, and they didn't know what ideas had instilled them, and they let him be so casual.

Qianyu's eyes slanted, and she didn't understand what she was thinking, so she naturally let go and shook the fan again: "Since it's so useful, I'll try it later?"

Luo Wener wiped the facial cleanser on Wanlong's face with a towel... It was configured with bath beans and milk, and then coated with "fairy water"... It was made of egg white and honey, and pollen and the essential oils stored in the big box. Although the effect is not as significant as those boutique masks, for these girls, But it is a pure natural maintenance.

Qian Yumo couldn't help laughing.

A few days ago, he suddenly went to the palace of Rufei without being notified in advance, and saw that Rufei was also lying on the noble concubine's bed with a tight face like Wanjie. After asking Nianqing, she knew that it was from her handwriting.

And mentioned her, Nianqing's expression was very eager, but it was difficult to talk because of Rufei in front of her. So, should he convey Nianqing's missing to her?

He stood for a long time, but saw that Luo Wener did not respond, so he pretended to ask Wanling, "How much does it cost to make a... face?"

Wanjie began to whine and want to speak. Wanling patted her on the shoulder, motioned her to keep quiet, and then replied experiencedly, "Miss Luo said that because our skin quality is different and everyone has different skin problems, so the price is different. For me and Wanjing, my skin is dry and charge 10 cents; Wanjie is oily and 15 cents; Wan Bing and Wanqing are mixed types and need 20 cents; Wanyu has large pores and blackheads, which is not easy to deal with. It is more expensive and costs 30 cents; our sisters now has the best skin, and there is no need to spend a penny; and Wanying is the most serious. It takes half a lot of money to do it once. She is so distressed that she can't sleep anymore, but she can't help paying for money and wants to become the most beautiful one of our sisters..."

Qian Yumo shook the fan and smiled brightly... Well, Luo Wener, you have made money at my doorstep. Should I re-evaluate you?

He suddenly lowered his head, and the speed was so fast that Luo Wener, who was dedicated to work, was caught off guard. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw that the face appeared in front of him. He only needed to be close to her face, and then smiled evilly: "Girl, how much money does it cost to take care of my face?"

To be honest, as a man, his skin is impeccable, even more delicate than a girl, unlike a thousand wings...

She lowered her eyes and quietly avoided: "Son, don't talk."

"I double..."

Seeing her indifference, she shook the fan: "Triple..."

......

"Four times..."

......

"Five times..."

......

Wanjie, who could not make any expression on the rattan chair, began to secretly pinch Luo Wen'er's legs, but Luo Wen'er still did not squint.

"Oh, it's wrong," Qian Yumo knocked on the head with a folding fan: "My face is unparalleled and priceless. Of course, this ordinary gold and silver will stain my color. Isn't it better..."

Luo Wener was about to curl her lips when something suddenly appeared in front of her...