The shadow of the past and the present arrives

Chapter 1

"Fuck..."

"P's?"

"really?"

Luo Meiwei looked at the series of comments on Weibo that had been posted for only 5 minutes, smiled triumphantly, then glanced at the bathroom that was still running, and sent another one with her mobile phone.

"The widow is such a person who deceives the feelings of all the beauties. Let me tell you the truth, this goddess is at the widow's house now, and the widow is going to bed soon!!"

Envy, envy, hate, okay you guys.

Luo Meiwei smiled proudly.

In an instant, there was another howl of wolves. All the girls who were unwilling to be lonely and checked Weibo in the middle of the night looked at the newly posted Weibo, a series of "really?" "Sweeping the screen in an instant, I didn't even bother to turn on the sharp taunt mode on weekdays.

And the microblog that aroused the excitement of all the girls was just a picture.

Luo Meiwei is a make-up artist in a well-known Hanfu photography studio. She has [-] followers on Weibo. She posts pictures about Hanfu on weekdays. She occasionally posts pictures of the studio on a quarterly basis. New samples or tidbits, and now is the beginning of this season, many people are idle and bored and started to scan for samples, but they were really surprised!happiness!
Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that this picture has not been post-processed, and many places reveal a modern style, but this is it!one!point!All!No!Heavy!want!

The important thing is that the models inside are really beautiful!

The large beauty couch is placed beside the window sills. Outside the window is a peach blossom in full bloom. The pink is enchanting. There are almost no green branches and leaves. There are only layers of petals piled up. , but this kind of beautiful grand scene was overwhelmed by the beauties who were not in full costumes.

Unlike the gorgeous film and television costumes in TV dramas and movies, traditional Hanfu seldom has that feeling, even the dignified dress looks low-key and graceful, not to mention that the clothes on this beauty are just ordinary clothes, pink fabric embroidered with dark The pink pattern can only be seen in the reflective place. Compared with the enchanting peach blossom, this kind of pink is much lighter, but the aura of this beauty suppresses all the gorgeous colors around her, and her face is not even exposed. Quan, with half of his face looking at the peach color outside, only his curvy side face remained, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his hand half covered by his sleeve stretched out, as if he wanted to pick a branch of peach blossom, the ice-white The contrast between the fingertips and the black window lattice is even more frightening, and even the half-drooped gaze is haunting.

Don't talk about men, even a group of girls can't help but blush when they see it.

The sister papers on Weibo have been swiping for a long time without seeing Luo Meiwei's reply, and the wind changed after a while.

"Ma Dan's, even the fingertips are so soft! How can I live!"

"Labor and management also want to sleep in bed!"

"Ah, come out and fight!"

"Please touch my little hand!"

Luo Meiwei looked at the comments below, and when she heard the sound of the water getting quieter, she hastily posted another Weibo.

"The beauty is about to come out of the bath, you go to the duel, the widow is going to warm the bed!"

After posting, he turned off the phone neatly, regardless of the girl under him who was sharpening his knife and wanted to kill her-aroused people's interest and quit, don't wait for this!
Picking up the pajamas at the side, Song Weimu graciously handed it out: "I bought this last time, and I haven't worn it yet. We are about the same size, so you can take it and wear it."

Song Weimu was sorting out the messy memories in his head just now while taking a bath, and finally got some clues. When he came out, he saw Luo Meiwei's attentive appearance, and he found it interesting unconsciously. In her previous life, she was a high-ranking queen mother, and everyone else would She is not surprised to please her, but when she sorts out her memories, she knows that there is no imperial power in this era, and this Miss Luo has been very kind to her since she met her today, and even has the intention of flattering her. Strange.

Song Weimu's predecessor was not a girl who liked to browse forums and Weibo on the Internet. Naturally, she didn't know that Luo Meiwei's behavior was more similar to being cautious when meeting idols.

Song Weimu enjoyed everything she should have enjoyed in her previous life, even if she was only in her 20s when she died, and she was killed by someone, Song Weimu didn't feel any resentment except for being a little angry at the person who killed her.

Opening her eyes again, Song Weimu was stunned by the flood of memories before she could be shocked, and she was stunned by the images that flashed randomly. After pulling it up, spittle flew to his face, Song Weimu's face turned dark.

"Song Weimu, do you have a conscience! If I didn't look at you pitifully, I would have told you to pack up and leave! How did you repay me! You just seduced my husband while I was away!"

(End of this chapter)