Chapter Fifteen: What Do You Love Her For 2

  I stand amidst the dazzling luxury of the shopping mall, gazing at the men and women coming and going.

  Everyone's face bears a worldly pride and disdain, as if in their concept, money can wipe away fatigue and pain.

  And aren't they also using pain to exchange for money, it's a cyclical process, commonly known as a vicious cycle.

  The shopping bags in Ke's hands had been increasing from one to eight during the nearly three hours of violent walking.

  There are perfumes, high heels, all sorts of clothes I don't know the names of, cosmetics, and handbags.

  I didn't dare ask Fang Wenke how many digits were swiped today, if I really heard that huge amount, I think I'll never be at peace for the rest of my life, even if I work as a cow or a horse, I still won't be able to pay it off!

  "Do you want to change into your new clothes? Tonight I'll take you to a friend's birthday party!" Fang Wenke handed me six bags, indicating that I should go to the fitting room and change into all the new clothes.

  I hesitated for a moment, then took it over and rushed directly into the fitting room.

  When I came out, Fang Wenke frowned at me.

  Seeing his displeased gaze, my heart suddenly chilled for a moment.

  Although people rely on clothes, but this innate poverty gene I carry with me is simply impossible to cover up no matter how hard I try!

  "Girl, it seems like you really need a complete makeover."

  I glared at Fang Wenke fiercely, but as soon as I thought of him bursting my bank card today, I instantly became gentle and soft.

  As expected, Fang Wenke took me to a professional beauty salon.

  After going in, it really made me think of the three words "wash, cut and blow", no, no, no, this kind of loser thinking must be eliminated quickly, today I am a real rich beauty, I kept repeating this in my heart.

  Fang Wenke pushed me in front of a tall male designer who looked like an Indian, and then ran off to the rest area to flip through magazines.

  Fang Wenke only said one sentence to that designer: "Take good care of her and make sure I won't recognize her after a while!"

  I don't know if Fang Wenke's words are mocking me or mocking himself?

  He finished speaking, and that designer looked at me with a "heh heh heh" smile. At that time, my face turned red to the point where I didn't know how to describe it.

  Next, my face and my messy hair became the target of this designer's attack.

  I've completely lost my human rights, just sitting there being manipulated at will.

  Fang Wenke occasionally looked up at me and scolded a few words: "This won't do, she has a baby face, you've made her look a bit too thin. Her hair needs to be dyed, it's already white, just a hint of yellowish color in the sunlight is fine. Her eyes are very small, make them as big as possible, I'm taking her out tonight to shock everyone."

  The designer listened to Fang Wenke's opinion and shook his head helplessly, then let out a sigh.

  I don't know if I'm too incompetent or if Fang Wenke is too busy.

  Throughout the whole "plastic man" process, I accidentally fell asleep twice and was also knocked awake by Fang Wenke's solid arm twice.

  Throughout the entire process, I didn't look in the mirror once. For someone like me who never wears makeup and never styles my hair, this current bodily assault is simply inhumane.

  "Alright, miss, your styling is done." The designer shook his sleeve and said such a meaningful sentence, I felt like he was relieved as if he had just returned to Earth from the Shenzhou 10.

  As soon as Fang Wenke heard that my styling was settled, he immediately threw down the magazine and flew over.

  He's over 1.8 meters tall, suddenly appearing in my line of sight, it's a bit scary, fortunately his face is still quite handsome.

  This time, Fang Wenke's expression made me very satisfied. His surprised and pleased look made me also eager to turn around and take a look in the mirror.

  Fang Wenke grasped my shoulder and turned me around, whispering in my ear: "Look, the princess is born!"

  I nervously looked at myself in the mirror, I even dared not believe that I could be so perfect.

  And this is not in a dream.

  As I saw myself in the mirror, at this moment, I finally understood why Zhu Yang left me.

  It turns out that women need charm, and you will get back as much love from a man as you love yourself.

  Just like Bai Fumei Li Yue, she always loves herself more than anything else.

  Li Yue dresses herself up like a celestial being every day, she is always in the right amount of coquetry and timely independence, she attracts Zhu Yang with her unique temperament.

  And I only know how to get angry and eat vinegar, only know how to love Zhu Yang more than myself, I only believe in that stupid sentence "You are more beautiful without makeup".