"Wedding? Whose wedding?" Xiaohui looked at Nangongye in surprise, and seemed to have never heard of any wealthy family going to get married today.

Nangongye's eyes were soaked with deep gloom, as if the dark clouds of the whole world were sealed in his pupils, "It was her wedding."

His voice was very heavy, extremely dull, and his voice escaped from the corners of his lips.

Xiaohui's eyes flashed. She had never seen such Nangongye before. It seemed that he was talking about something he didn't want to say.

As a maid, the most basic professional ethics is to observe words and expressions. She has practiced this basic skill very well. Even if she is curious about who she is in Nangongye’s mouth, she still resisted and didn’t ask.

When the master wants to share with you, you must be the best listener and integrate yourself into a part of the furniture so that the master can tell you with confidence, and not worry about you betraying him.

When the master doesn't want to share with you, you must know your identity. You are just a maid and are not qualified to share everything about the master.

Usually people say that companionship with the king is like a tiger. Most of them are subordinates who forget their identity and really regard themselves as their master's friend.

This is the best thing for Xiaohui. She will never dare to forget her identity and will always know what she should do, what she should not do, and even what she should not think about.

Her lips were pursed into a straight line, not letting herself say a word, and sitting quietly beside Nangongye would almost turn herself into a seat.

Her eyes looked out the window. The place where the cars drove by was getting more and more prosperous. This made her wonder. Generally, cathedrals are in the suburbs. The size of the cathedral is enough to get married. The small churches in the urban area are still old and are not suitable for getting married. Who is getting married today?

She looked at the man beside her, his face was still gloomy, as if there was a layer of ice.

The car suddenly stopped, and Xiaohui's eyes became even more surprised. This was not a church but a styling room.

Nangongye opened the car door and got out, "Get out, wait for me to hug you?"

Xiaohui's lips twitched. She had the courage and she went to heaven. "No, I can leave myself."

She quickly got out of the car and followed the man into the styling room.

A stylist came with several assistants, "Hello, Master! Do you want to do your hair?"

The stylist asked in a flattering manner.

"Do I still use my hair? It blinds your dog's eyes!" Nangongye's cold voice escaped.

In an instant, the entire styling room was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

The stylist was so scared that he dared not speak. Obviously his words angered the eldest master, "The young master's hair is naturally beautiful, so I don't need to be done, I'm blind."

It was a rhythm of crying without tears. What did Nangongye come to him for without hair?

Nangongye pointed at Xiaohui behind her, "Make her look, clothes, headwear and jewelry, and get me a complete set."

The heart of the styling room was suffocated, "If you have a full set, I'm afraid I don't have time. There is a guest who made an appointment a month and a half ago and will arrive in another hour."

He said carefully that one hour of time was enough for Nangongye to do hair, but a large styling, head-to-toe modification, would not be finished in less than three hours.

His customers have to make an appointment at least half a month in advance, so he can't turn off his customers. Moreover, his customers are all big customers. To put it bluntly, none of them can afford to be blamed.

"Your customer? Am I your customer? If you want to die, just say it!" Nangongye Leng Yi said it.

The stylist's face turned pale, "I dare not seek death, the young master invites him to the room."

He said with a tough bullet that the person he could not offend was Nangongye.

He took Nanmiano and Xiaohui to the room in his store. The most expensive guests here would not be able to sit in the lobby, and they all had special VIP rooms.

In the oversized VIP room, there is a styling counter and fitting room, a bathroom with shampoo and bathing, and a seating area with sofas.

Nangongo sat on the sofa and ordered the styling room to start styling Xiaohui.

Xiaohui sat in a styling chair in a hurry and was in a bad mood. She only learned to serve others in her life, but she would not enjoy being served.

Seeing a bunch of people surrounding her, she was completely wrong.

"Miss, please relax and lie backwards. We want to wash your hair." The styling room said.

"No, don't wash your hair, right?" Xiaohui whispered, she just washed it yesterday.

"If the lady doesn't like washing her hair, we have a bathroom. You can go and take a comfortable bath. Then we will do the styling." said the stylist.

"Ah? Take a bath? Then wash your hair." Xiaohui said barely. Under the surveillance of a bunch of people, she went to the bathroom to take a shower alone, and her whole body was covered in fur no matter how she thought.

"Okay, lie back and we'll wash your hair," said the stylist.

Xiaohui had to lie backwards. As she lay down, the stylist's assistant began to wash Xiaohui's hair.

This is not just a simple hair washing, as well as massage and various essential oil hair care. Xiaohui has never smelled her hair that smells so good.

When the hair was washed and blown until half dry, the stylist asked Xiaohui to sit up and the chair was adjusted to a ninety-degree angle.

Xiaohui looked at the hair that was dark and shining in the mirror, fluffy as if it was wavy, and opened her eyes wide. It turned out that the hair that could produce water ripples with a casual swing was done like this.

She smelled the charming fragrance of her hair and sighed to herself, no wonder her hair looks good, but her money was spent on the place.

The stylist looked at Xiaohui's face in the mirror, and her brows were furrowed. Xiaohui was not ugly and looked quite youthful, but her face had nothing special, she was just an ordinary beautiful girl.

A distinctive face is easy to find key points when wearing makeup, but a face that is just as good as anything, I really can't find key points that can be highlighted.

And trying to make this face without any emphasis so amazing is simply a test of his ability!

The stylist sighed softly, revealing his helplessness, and reached out to ask for his own tools.

The assistant beside him was like a worm in his belly. When he looked at the stylist's hand, he knew what tools the stylist wanted.

He accurately handed the nutrient solution to the stylist.

The stylist took the nutrient solution and sprayed Xiaohui's face, nourishing her skin and brightening her dark yellow complexion.

When the nutrient solution was absorbed, the stylist began to apply powdered honey stuff like other essence creams, isolation creams, foundation creams and other powdery things on Xiaohui's face.

Xiaohui looked at her face, neck, and even her shoulders and collarbone, and her chest were painted with these cosmetics. Her mouth was so open that she could almost swallow an egg. She knew this cosmetics brand, which was all cosmetics sold by Lunke. However, the stylist applied these luxurious things that were applied to her. Her heart was running wildly with tears, which was a waste, right?

However, as the layers of cosmetics applied to her body, she really found that she had become a different person
Chapter completed!