Ling Luoyu's face became stiff, and immediately he smiled more doglegs: "Mother-in-law, I've written it down, I'll definitely get back!"

The third wife of Jin nodded with satisfaction: "Ruzi is still teachable! Good fuck, I will help you!!"

"Thank you mother-in-law!!"

Ling Luoyu nodded and bowed in thanks, but was slanderous in his heart.

Why does this old lady help her in a good manner?

"Hey..." Cicada's cry came from above: "Which one is called Ah San?"

Ling Luoyu quickly smiled and raised his hand: "Girl Chan'er, it's me!"

Chan'er glanced at her displeasedly, and gestured sideways.

"Come in!"

"Oh!"

Ling Luoyu put on a well-behaved appearance, followed closely, and walked in, smiling rather wretched.

"Hello girls!"

Opposite her, besides Chan'er, there are two girls.

It's just that their faces are longer than one, as if Ling Luoyu owed them money.

"The three girls, when we first met, there was nothing to give away. I have a few boxes of rouge, made from petals, for the girls to try!"

Chan'er and others did not mean to take it.

In their eyes, the human race is low, and the things they make or use are equally low.

Ling Luoyu pretended not to understand the three stinky faces, and opened one of the rouge boxes with a smile.

"Of course, a few girls are naturally beautiful and they don't need these things... But these things of mine can make them more beautiful and charming..."

She dipped a bit of rouge with her finger and rubbed it on the back of her hand.

"Girls, I use my rouge on my face. It's matte and natural as if there is no rouge. It will never be like others. At first glance, it will be two awkward reds..."

Sure enough, Rouge was slightly fainted on the back of her hand, making the back of her hand pink and pink.

"Girls, your skin can be broken by blowing bombs. Once you use my rouge, it will definitely be more charming..."

Beauty is the nature of every woman.

No woman will reject what makes herself beautiful.

Chan'er and the others faced each other, and immediately looked at the rouge in Ling Luoyu's hand.

In the end, Chan'er stepped forward lightly, gently pinched a rouge with her fingertips, dipped a bit on the back of her hand and tried it, and her eyebrows jumped imperceptibly.

The rouge used by a person like her is all first-class goods.

But it was the first time I saw such a delicate rouge.

As Ling Luoyu said, this kind of rouge is very natural to use, unlike other rouge that is thick and sticky.

Cannibals have a short mouth and soft hands.

Chan'er got something from Ling Luoyu, so the look in her eyes naturally changed a lot.

"what's your name?"

"Back to girl, my name is San..."

"Asan?? How come you have such a random name?"

"Girl, how can I have a serious name for a small person like me? All the names are arbitrarily called by my parents. Both cats and dogs are called... In our hometown, the simpler the name, the easier it will be to feed!"

The superiority of the Chan'er Demon Clan emerged again, and Ling Luoyu looked at Ling Luoyu contemptuously.

"How old are you this year?"

"Eighteen..."

"Well...what will it be?!"

"Uh... Ordinary!" Ling Luoyu pointed to the box of rouge with a hippy smile: "How about the rouge in the girl's hand? I made it!"