Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Si Yizheng's knowledge is better than her. How could he not know the metaphor that the man sent out for a woman, so he deliberately teased her, and she could not help but anger: "You lie to me!"

Si Yi's eyes filled with smiles turned out to be stunningly beautiful: "I didn't say I didn't know, I just wanted to hear you tell me."

Warm and anger smirked and said: "You are clearly arrogant." After seeing him again, he cleverly drew her hair behind her ears, and then took a poke, and then inserted a jewel flower into the garden. Her hair is fixed, with big jewel flowers, red, yellow, blue, green, black and white, seven brilliant colors, and very beautiful: "The movement is very skilled! It seems that Master Xia Si often sends hair for women, and Xia Si waits for women Sure enough, there is a set. "

"I'm not at random serving any woman. The only woman in the world who can serve me willingly is only you Miss Wen!"

Si Yizhen watched the annoyance between her eyebrows, put on her necklace and earrings one by one, then reached out and picked up a sapphire ring, holding her right hand, the ring of the ring stopped at her **** and For half a second between the ring fingers, she sighed and put the ring into her middle finger.

"Cheat, you are smarter in combing your hair!" Wen Xinya looking at the **** on the sapphire ring, the blue jewel was cut beautifully, and you can see the shape of Qionghua, each flower , Are very delicate and beautiful, as if there is still the temperature between Si Yizhen's fingers on the ring, a enthusiasm between the middle fingers, all the way to the heart, she couldn't make a statement at all.

"Your hair is very beautiful and it is very suitable for curly hair, so I learned something from Wan Niang before, just to wait for this day." Not only this day, but also every day in the future, Si Yizhen's words were careless, but his eyes But the dark tide stared at the person in the mirror.

Wen Xinya lips trembled slightly. Thinking of the last life, she had the urge to cry and cry, yeah ... people who don't like you will always just appreciate your beauty and praise and regret it.

Even if the person in the last life liked her hair again, she never had the thought of breaking up her hair, and let the mess that she circulated, except for regret, be nothing more.

"Let's run out of time." Sure enough ... there is still such a person in her life. After years of amazingness, all that remains is sorrow and grief. That person stained every bit of her life. Got his traces.

"Okay!" Warm and Ya suddenly looked back and asked, "Where are we going?"

Si Yizhang looked at the person in the mirror and said lightly, "Take you to a place!"

"Where?" Wen Ya asked.

"I'll know in a while." Si Yizhang pretended to be mysterious.

"What is it! I always like to make mysteries." Warm and Ya could not help but despise the person standing behind her, reflected in the mirror, and stood up from the chair.

"Wait!" Si Yizhen suddenly called her!

"Don't you say that time is running out?" Wen Ya glared at him dissatisfied.

Si Yizhang ignored her, but just opened a round box with a colorful cover. The box was small and the size of a palm. This was the box used by ancient women to place rouge gouache.

"What's in it?" Wen Ya could not help but ask, is it really rouge gouache, and Si Yizhen also has the habit of wiping fat for women? She couldn't help looking up and kissed, dear ... you're a man, don't let me disillusion, OK.

Combing a woman's hair is an expression of courtship and affection, but wiping the powder for a woman is so strange.

Si Yizhen looked at her with strange eyes, and knew that this girl must have been thinking wildly, and tapped her forehead gently: "What is thinking wildly."

"It hurts!" Warm and glared at him sadly.

"Here is the adjusted snail, for the thrush!" Si Yizhen took out his eyebrow pencil and dipped it gently ...

The thrush has been filed since ancient times, with love as new metaphor, Wen Xinya, and he wanted to stop him quickly, but his movement was faster than what she said, swiping between her eyebrows, and Dai's black eyebrows were like Rushan Ordinary daisies.

"I'll do the rest for myself." Warm and ya felt a coldness between her eyebrows, which seemed to penetrate into her heart, making her heart wet, this feeling was too deep, making her a little flustered .

"The thrush can only be passed by one person, otherwise the eyebrows drawn are not symmetrical, so it will not look good." Si Yizhen brushed her other eyebrows. Sure enough, they were exactly the same, and exhaled. Lingering is as beautiful as a distant mountain.

Si Yizhen carefully looked at her face in the mirror and couldn't help sighing: "No wonder the ancient women were so keen on thrushes at that early time. Many writers and celebrities described beautiful women, and they also liked to make eyebrows and bards, even Zhang Han was a wife in Han The gorgeous rank of thrush has passed on to this day. "

Her eyebrows are as beautiful as paintings, and as magnificent as mountains and rivers, looking far away, as if the clouds and fog are hidden deep in the sky, and her thin and narrow eyes reflect Daiqing's eyebrows, as clear as A stream of crystal clear rivers, with flowers and brocades in them, are beautiful.

The Wen Xinya smile was a little reluctant: "Now do it!"

"Let's wait!" Si Yichen opened another box and took out a makeup pen.

Warm and eager to get up quickly: "This is already good, no need to draw anything."

"I said wait, then wait!" Si Yizhen pressed her shoulders with both hands, with moderate strength, without hurting her, making her unable to struggle, looking directly into her slightly flustered eyes in the mirror, with eyes in With a kind of scorching fire like a moth.

"Don't you say you don't have much time?" Warm and ya's heart was flustered, and Si Yizhen kept holding on to the size of her relationship with her, being tepid, making her get along with him as if everything seemed to be like that Naturally, the relationship seems to be in place, but she has never realized that this is a distance from ambiguity to attack and retreat.

At this time, he just burst her hair for her, and took a step further with her thrush, and she had broken the ambiguous distance, so that she felt a sense of panic and wanted to run away, but felt that he was trapped by him.

"The makeup is not drawn well, and it would be rude to go out." Si Yiji casually picked up the makeup pen and dipped it gently. The white color was transparent and translucent, and he gently touched her eyebrows. Understatement, a flower appeared in her forehead. The pale white flower was translucent with white light, almost blending with the whitening skin. If the white halo is beautiful and delicate, I am afraid no one will find it. Makeup.

Si Yizhen's body slowly crossed to her, her cheeks approached inch by inch!

Cozy and elegant, leaning back inch by inch: "Let's draw! Let's go now!"

"Don't move!" Si Yiming's low voice, with an undeniable domineering, a fascinating clear air slowly spread on her cheek with the hot and humid breath.

Wen Xinya, like a magic wand, her body was stiff.