C42 Modern Style

The group of people had long been stunned. It was only when Mu Zhihuan stood on the stage for quite a while that someone finally remembered to clap.

Mu Zhihuan bowed to everyone, then motioned for Qing He to have someone bring out a board covered with silk paper.

Several pairs of phoenix-like eyes of women were drawn on it. Mu Zhihuan called the girl closest to her, "Just now, our host, the young lady, said that this is called Smoky Smoke Makeup. She mainly wants to create a sense of handsomeness.

As she spoke, Mu Zhihuan picked up the eyeliner in her hand and began to draw on one of the eyes on the piece of paper.

As he drew, he explained the direction of the brush and ink painting to everyone.

No one present had seen such a thing before, nor had they seen someone like Mu Zhihuan, who had directly gone to the trouble of selling it.

Everyone held their breath as they watched. In that moment, the streets were so quiet that the sound of a pin dropping could almost be heard.

After teaching the eyeliner, Mu Zhihuan called another girl over. "Everyone should have noticed that the yellow color on this girl's eyes is the eye shadow that you just mentioned. There are dozens of colors for everyone to choose from, and each color can be used separately or superimposed on each other. We call this yellow color pumpkin. Do you think it's similar to a pumpkin?"

The people below praised.

Mu Zhihuan found it funny. "In order to make it convenient for girls who aren't very compatible with each other, we specially provided a set of services. There were fat ointment, eyeliner, eye shadow, and also samples of our next product's makeup remover.

As Mu Zhihuan finished speaking, the wooden door behind her was slowly opened.

The golden decorations were reflected in the bronze mirrors one after another, making it even more extravagant. It was so extravagant that everyone opened their mouths wide in shock.

"The goods in this store are guaranteed to be of good quality and cheap quality. Please select them."

Seeing that everyone was stunned, Mu Zhihuan's heart sank. This was bad, as expected, it had shocked these people.

Thus, she secretly gave Wu Miao a glance, and Wu Miao immediately understood.

She pretended to be cautious and went in to take a look. Then, she picked up the set box recommended by Mu Zhihuan and timidly asked the waiter, "How much is this?"

Mu Zhihuan purposely stood on the stage and yelled out, "This set of skills only costs half a coin."

Wu Miao pretended to be surprised, "One set is only half dead? There are a total of four things in there. Isn't it cheaper than what other makeup stores sell? "

The people outside also felt that her roar was inexpensive. Coupled with Mu Zhihuan's display just now, the beautiful color matching caused many of the girls who were used to seeing a single red colour to be tempted.

Thus, she swarmed into the room like a swarm of bees. When she saw the color of her beloved, she would ask about it. Mu Zhihuan answered all of them with a smile.

She even said that she would set up a small eye pen and eye shadow teaching program in two days when she had some free time. She would definitely let the girl who bought from her use them when she returned.

Once she made this promise, everyone felt more at ease with their purchases. In an instant, Mu Zhihuan's store had become so popular that it had completely suppressed the 'Plum Blossom Pavilion' across the street.

As Mu Zhihuan was looking at the people coming and going, she was secretly pleased that she was about to become rich. However, when she glanced out of the corner of her eyes, she saw a white figure standing on the opposite eaves, looking down at her.

Mu Zhihuan giggled and waved at Gu Mingxuan, "Why didn't you say anything when you came?"

Gu Mingxuan lightly tapped his toes and landed gracefully in front of Mu Zhihuan. "Qinghe, tell me. Your store is open for business today."

"If I had known you would come, I would have used you as a model. The effect would have been a hundred times better!"

"Model?"

Pointing at the girls who were still standing on the stage for reference, he said, "Eh …" The girls. "

Gu Mingxuan cast a sidelong glance, and the corner of his eye twitched. "This …" I'm afraid not. "

This was the first time that Mu Zhihuan had seen such an awkward expression on Gu Mingxuan's face.

She moved closer to Gu Mingxuan and lifted his lower jaw, feeling the smooth touch of his hand. Her heart was numb, and she was a little distracted. "How can such a beautiful face not work?"

Gu Mingxuan had not expected Mu Zhihuan to be so bold. His eyes glazed over slightly as he looked at the delicate and pretty face in front of him, which was covered by a veil. He curled the corners of his lips.

He leaned slightly forward and whispered into Mu Zhihuan's ear. With a light chuckle, Mu Zhihuan's legs went limp from the seductive and low voice. "Does Miss Zhihuan like this face of mine?"

"Happy …" Just as the word 'joyous' was about to come out of her mouth, Mu Zhihuan abruptly reacted.

Her face instantly turned terrifyingly hot. Without even looking, Mu Zhihuan knew that her face was definitely unbearably red right now.

Mu Zhihuan covered her face in embarrassment, not knowing where to put herself.

He was supposed to tease the other party, but now, he was teased all of a sudden.

"You … Don't use such a face to talk. It's too tempting! "

"Lure? "No one has ever mentioned me like this before. Zhihuan, you're the first one."

For some reason, the word 'girl' had suddenly been deleted. However, Mu Zhihuan, who was currently in an awkward situation, had not thought of this at all.

"Mistress."

At this moment, Qing He walked over. Just as she called out to Mu Zhihuan, she keenly noticed something strange in the air.

She wanted to go again, but it was too late.

"What's wrong?"

Mu Zhihuan fanned herself with her hands, hoping that the temperature on her face would quickly drop.

Staring at Gu Mingxuan's cold eyes, Qing He felt as if a knife had scratched his face. "There's someone over there who wants to ask you about the painting of smoky makeup …"

"Alright, I'll be there immediately." Mu Zhihuan turned around and smiled apologetically at Gu Mingxuan. Of course, it was without looking at his face. I'll be busy first, you can take a look. "

"En, you can go. Don't worry about me."

Looking at Mu Zhihuan's retreating figure, Gu Mingxuan's cold lips curved upwards.

Mu Zhihuan did not expect that her departure would be released only at noon.

Just as he was about to sit down and rest, he heard his stomach growl loudly.

"Ai …" "I'm so tired, I'm so hungry …"

Qing He and Wu Miao were also extremely busy. It was so easy for them to rest, but they didn't want to move anymore. "We also …"

Mu Zhihuan weakly rubbed her stomach. "At this time, if there's a handsome young man who brings us water and food, I'll marry you both to him."

Qing He: "…"

Wu Miao, "..."

A figure dressed in white came curling over from the direction of the door, bringing with it the unique scent of medicine on his body:

"I think it's time for all of you to finish your work. I've ordered a table of dishes for all of you from the opposite Drunken Cloud Restaurant. Come, let's go eat something."