Zong Yue frowned slightly:
"Eliza, have you ever heard of an old saying in China? It's called rite and light. It's very precious for me to make perfume with my own hands."
Eliza snorted coldly. At the tasting meeting, she looked at Zongyue, who had been shopping for Jiang Sui. She was very upset.
Now, when Jiang Sui sent such a poor thing, Zong Yue actually helped Jiang Sui speak.
Her brother was bewitched by this witch!
Jiang Sui heard a car whistle behind her. She turned her head and saw a black Maybach parked behind her.
The window came down, revealing the masked face of the dark god.
Jiang Sui said to Eliza in an unassuming manner:
"My perfume is really not worth much."
It's just a bottle of millions, and there is little circulation on the market.
"But I gave it to brother Zongyue. As long as brother Zongyue likes it."
With that, Jiang Sui said goodbye to Zongyue, and she turned to the black Maybach.
Zong Yue opened the lid and sprayed a pump head on his wrist.
Tea, cedar, amber, sandalwood and a bit of lively orange flavor, the smell of this perfume is very suitable for young men.
Zong Yue smelled the smell and raised his lips.
Eliza also smelled the smell of perfume. She was puzzled. The smell was so familiar, as if she had smelled it.
*
Jiang Sui and Ming Shen sat side by side in the back parking space. The man Sen Leng said, "what did you give Zongyue?"
"Perfume."
The tip of the tongue of the dark god is on the top of the upper jaw.
What a nuisance!
Jiang Suisui never sent him perfume.
Along the way, the ghost sent out a gloomy low pressure.
He took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and saw that Zong was on social software, drying out the bottle of perfume that Jiang was sending to him.
Only one comment: "it smells good."
The dark god bit off the back teeth, Zongyue, you can bang the se!
This woman, from beginning to end, is mine!
Wait until the car stops at the door of the hotel where Jiang Sui lives.
When she got out of the car, she suddenly remembered something. She quickly turned around and said to the man sitting in the car:
"Pluto, wait a minute. I made something. I'll go upstairs and take it down for you!"
The dark god nodded his head coldly, and the corners of his lips raised under the mask.
Jiang Sui specially went upstairs and took down what he gave him. It must be better than giving it to Zongyue.
The perfume she gave to Zong Yue was usually made, but just happened to be on her body.
The things Jiang Sui personally took from the hotel were specially made for the ghost God.
Even the driver in the driver's seat felt that the atmosphere in the carriage was obviously much easier.
After a while, Jiang ran out of the hotel door. She handed the paper bag to Ming God.
What Jiang Sui gave him was much more important than what he gave Zongyue.
The ghost opened the paper bag and took out a large jar inside. His eyes froze
Jiang Sui stood in front of the window and said to him, "this is the hair tonic I specially prepared for you.
After washing your hair every day, apply it to the bald place. In about three to five days, your hair will grow slowly. "
Ming Shen: "
Jiang Sui winked playfully at the frozen man.
"Don't be too moved ~ you're because I'm bald, which is what I should do!" I hope tonight, she won't dream of the bald Huo Linxi!
Otherwise, Jiang Sui will be very worried if she can't contact Huo Linxi in Paris these days!
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[Linlin: the first self-made product my wife gave me, hair lotion...]