Shen Jiayin looked left and right in the mirror.
"Does it not look good?" Yao Ye, seeing her expression, felt a pang of anxiety.
"Boss, have I put on makeup?"
It seemed that his wife's appreciation for makeup had also stagnated at the level of a monkey's behind, all taught by that female devil.
Yao Ye flung open the door, first tossing a pair of white eyeballs at the female devil, then led out his beautifully dressed wife.
"Oh my." Peng Fang was the first to exclaim, "Is that makeup done?"
It turned out the reason the female devil could succeed was because there was a bridesmaid of equal skill level.
To make up for the skill difference, Yao Ye had a brainwave, spotted a vase of begonia flowers in the living room, cut a few down, removed the gaudily red flowers from his wife's head, and adorned her with the fresh flowers. The delicate begonias perfectly complemented his wife's jade-like elegance.
What a clever and skillful man.
