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Chapter 81 Deliberately looking for trouble
  [Oh my God, is this still a birthday party? 】

[The birthday party of the sisters has been changed into a battle meeting between wealthy families. I would like to invite more people. 】

[The little-known secret of a wealthy family, I used to think that sisters turned against each other, plotted against each other, and even became jealous of men only existed in novels. 】

"Okay." Wenjiu said.

The dozens of makeup teams trapped in the room didn't know whether to advance or retreat.

Just stay here, what if you know something you shouldn't know?
  Will it be clicked——

Dozens of people looked at Wen Jiu.

Wen Jiu was looking forward to it, and Wen Huairu had already gone to pick him up in person. She wanted to see what Wen Xue's confidence was this time.

Last time, Tao Yingying died without evidence.

She couldn't determine how much Wen Xue was involved in Yang Liang's arrest of Sui Sui.

otherwise···
  A cold light flashed in Wenjiu's eyes.

She would never let Wen Xue stand here properly.

Suddenly she felt a little hot, not like it came from within, but more like it came from the outside.

The red rose had already come down from mid-air, and after shrinking, it has been nestled in Wenjiu's hair. When he saw the group of people watching Wenjiu attentively, its petals shook, and a huge petal stretched out to block their eyes.

The voice was very arrogant, "You have to pay to look at the beauty of a wine-beautiful woman like a wolf like a tiger!"

[Pfft hahahahaha, is this flower demon only three years old? 】

[It makes some sense. Wenjiu is so beautiful. If you guys take another look at her, it’s not too much for me, as Hongjiu, to be muffled and angry, right? 】

【of course not! I was walking on the street with my handsome buddy, and the girls who kept asking me for WeChat messages sent me messages. They all used me as their enemy to ask for my buddy’s WeChat ID. I wasn’t jealous at all. Instead, I saw a group of people. Steal my buddy from me and get angry! 】

[Shut up upstairs, I want to think too much! 】

That night, a certain audio and video made people who had been sulky their whole lives ask their friends to stand aside, with their arms folded across their chests, their heads down, and one foot stepping on the ground, looking like an angry little baby.

This craze even spread to Wen Jiu, who made this sulking video at the request of netizens.

Of course this is a postscript.

[By the way, why do these people stay so far away from her when they look at Wenjiu so enthusiastically? 】

[You can only look at it from a distance but not desecrate it? 】

[Don’t play with poetry! I think they are just afraid of the proud red rose! 】

Everyone was shocked when they saw it uttering human words.

Hearing what it said, he felt inexplicably relaxed. It was so cute, it shouldn't hurt them.

Song Qianhua was very close to Wenjiu. She glanced at the vicious red rose on Wenjiu's head, and her eyes visibly lit up.

"Mom, please sit down and take a rest first." Wen Xue asked someone to bring a chair.

Interrupting Song Qianhua's thoughts.

She grew up next to Song Qianhua. This mother liked to grow flowers the most. The flower demon on Wenjiu's head was so beautiful that she was afraid that Song Qianhua would get close to Wenjiu because of it.

Song Qianhua withdrew her gaze and said with a pleased smile: "Okay."

Of course Wenjiu noticed such a big movement and moved her legs slightly.

He stretched out his hand and formed a spiritual whip to pull over a chair, and finally sat down firmly. Before his hand touched his neck, the soft petals touched it. The force that was neither light nor heavy made Wenjiu squint his eyes comfortably.

[It’s so effortless, I kind of like it. 】

[You have one point, I have one hundred million points! If I had this skill, I wouldn't have to worry about moving bricks throughout the construction site. 】

[When will technology develop like this? I lived a miserable life in the first half of my life, but I also want to enjoy happiness. 】

【How not? Fully automatic intelligent robot to meet your requirements. 】

【How can it be the same? 】

There are two chairs in this room. As I sat down to warm my wine, another flower demon automatically beat her neck, feeling envious.

A gentle sigh sounded. Wenjiu's ears were very good, and he could hear the sound of exhaustion inside.

She looked over and saw a group of people. She didn't know who made the noise, so she had to ask loudly, "Are you tired of standing?"

[What does warming wine mean? Does she want to show off? 】

[Only a drunk and beautiful person like me would do such boring things! 】

[That’s impossible to say. My Xuemei didn’t even respect her elders. There were many makeup artists who were older than her. Wenjiu was so contented that she sat on the last bench. 】

[Yes, I just heard the gray-haired makeup artist sigh. The last bench should be reserved for those who need it most, right? 】

[What age are you in? Please love yourselves, okay? 】

Makeup artists are all leaders in the entertainment industry. Usually, first-line female celebrities have to give them a three-point thin face. They take a break when they are tired when putting on makeup. How can they stand for five or six hours like today.

If it weren't for Song Qianhua's generous invitation, such a grand event would not have been possible.

Money is hard to earn, shit is hard to eat.

The richer the business, the harder it is to do it.

Due to their ability to warm wine and their weird temperament, they did not dare to speak. At this time, a very young junior stood up.

"Nonsense, it takes us seven hours from the time we put on makeup to when you guys are trying to figure out who is responsible for the dress. If you are not tired, are you still a human being?"

The little girl has straight blue hair and a cold face.

The older person behind her hurriedly pulled her back, "Little ancestor, do you want to die?"

[Ahhh, it’s the genius makeup artist Ran Ran! 】

Qiao Ran crossed his arms and looked at Wen Jiu coldly. He was really tired of this person causing them trouble.

"Tell me earlier."

Wen Jiu mainly enjoys leisurely watching the fun and doing things. She stood excitedly for so long in front of so many people exposing Wen Xue. It was only when she saw Song Qianhua sitting down that she felt the numbness in her legs.

Having said that, I still have to thank this group of "audiences".

She glanced around, her eyes stopped on the warm hyacinths in front of the window, and asked, "Whose potted flower belongs to it?"

Qiao Ran said: "My, what do you want to do?"

Wen Jiu laughed, but she turned out to be a little girl covered in thorns.

Before Wen Xue forced the little assistant to reveal the truth, she couldn't let them leave. Of course, she had to provide for them before that.

"How can I do anything to you in front of everyone?"

Wenjiu pointed to the pot of hyacinth and asked, "Borrow it."

She folded her hands to form a seal, and a white mark fell on the hyacinth. The petals became larger and larger, and the soft petals folded back and forth, and finally became a perfect S-shaped bench.

Under Wenjiu's instructions, they were neatly arranged in four rows.

She smiled and said, "Please sit down."

Everyone sat down in awe.

Qiao Ran's eyes widened, and her cognitive perspective was refreshed again. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would definitely not believe that petals no bigger than her fingernails could be turned into a stool for her to sit on!
  etc···
  petal?

The moment her butt fell, she stood up and pointed at Wenjiu and said wildly: "Wenjiu, this is the last gift my first love gave me! You, you, you!!!"

Wen Jiu caught a glimpse of Wen Xue sitting down from the corner of his eye.

With a flash in his eyes, he reassured Qiao Ran, "An', it can be restored to its original state, just look at it if you don't believe me."

She stretched out her right index finger, turned it slightly toward the petal where Wen Xue sat.

"what--"

(End of this chapter)