Chapter 357
The Red Second Generation’s Abandoned Former Wife (10)
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The system couldn’t help but remind, “The male lead has been staring at the rear view mirror . ”
Bai Weiwei was unconcerned and just explained: “I spent three hours, used countless special make-up techniques . There’s red lip temptation, there’s perfume attack, the hair was done a day in advance and the roots have been carefully maintained . Looking at me, don’t even mention men, even women will like . ”
Beauty was the pursuit of human genes .
She dressed herself up as uniquely beautiful .
Others would surely stare . It had nothing to do with love or not . Purely sensory stimulation .
The original owner’s face was very good . It was just ruined by unkind words . Her presence was also weak . She certainly didn’t seem to have much of a sense of existence .
The same face, but with a different temperament, was like a difference between heaven and earth .
The system was taught, “But what are you doing looking out the car window?”
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Bai Weiwei touched her face without a sound, “In the window, there’s a reflection of my face . I’m admiring myself . ”
This make-up was good . There was a particularly strong sense of accomplishment . Of course, she had to take a good look at herself in a mirror .
System: “……“
And Su Shian peeked at the rear-view mirror from time to time .
What he saw was the faint but sad profile of Bai Weiwei .
Divorcing him seemed to have been an awful blow for her .
He racked his brains and tried to find a way to help her get over him . Just as he was about to open his mouth .
Bai Weiwei suddenly said: “Can you concentrate a little, please?”
Su Shian: “?”
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Bai Weiwei: “If you don’t look at the road while driving, I’m afraid we’ll have a car accident . ”
Su Shian’s cheeks were red . She noticed that he was leering at her .
The car stopped in front of the old house . The old man had an old way of thinking and had always been living here .
The house was very large and a cultural heritage . Years ago there was a renovation, but it maintained the Chinese wind design .
The birthday banquet was very low-key . Patriarch Su did not like to be high profile and show off .
It was said to be a party, but it was just the whole family getting together to have dinner .
However, the rice was very exquisite . Even the table’s bowls and spoons were famous designer porcelain .
When Su Shian and Bai Weiwei came in, most of the guests had already arrived .
Everyone was dressed up to attend . Everyone attached great importance to the patriarch’s birthday .
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Chen Wenfeng was talking to his sister . He sharply looked up and saw the woman that followed Su Shian .
The slightly curled long hair, soft and supple, the porcelain white skin, and the red lip color formed a thrilling impact .
It was a masterpiece that came out from the greatest painter’s canvas .
Chen Wenfeng: Just declared his divorce, already takes his little three1 home, his courage is too big .
But seeing this woman’s first class appearance, it was worth being beaten to death .
The scene didn’t just shock Chen Wenfeng .
Curious, stunned, a variety of strange eyes all gathered on them .
This was the first time Su Shian received so much attention at a family dinner . They were all watching…… Bai Weiwei?
He used to think that she was particularly unable to be brought out, gloomy, old-fashioned and displeasing to the eye .
Especially worthless .
He didn’t think that one day with Bai Weiwei’s appearance, he could even receive so many envious glances .
Su Shian straightened his back and very naturally took Bai Weiwei’s hand .
But Bai Weiwei gently waved, opened her hand and then looked straight ahead as she walked to the table .
Then she sat down in her position, her face tranquil .
It was as though so many curious and amazed eyes didn’t have any meaning to her .
Patriarch Su soon came out and saw Bai Weiwei, “Little Wei, ah . Why dress like this today, the weather has turned cold . You’ll catch a chill . ”
1: Mistress, the third wheel in the marriage, hence “little three”