Qin Yu thought for a while: "How about we go there early in the morning..." Because it's the New Year's Eve, some supermarkets now close very late.

Qin Yu had already made plans. On such a cold day, there would be very few people in the shopping mall in the early morning. If he asked Bai Ling to help him put on makeup, no one would be able to recognize him.

Bai Ling's eyes rolled around, "This is a good idea. Let's go home and rest for a while, then we'll go tonight."

After I finished speaking, I remembered something: "Hey, we agreed, you can't let me carry things alone this time. You, a grown man, can't bully me all the time."

Qin Yu drove with one hand and pinched Bai Ling's cheek with the other.[

"When did I bully you? Please stop slandering others. I haven't treated you well recently. I'm the one who carries your things every time you finish work, okay?"

Bai Ling smiled and ducked away: "Hey, drive your car well, I don't want to be on the front page with you tomorrow."

After the initial embarrassment gradually faded away, it was replaced by a slowly harmonious relationship.

The reason why Bai Ling has been avoiding Qin Yu since their relationship was because she wanted to give them time to think. She didn't want Qin Yu to accept her because of guilt.

When he got home, Qin Yu simply made some egg noodles. When it was out of the pot, he picked some eggs from his own bowl and put them into Bai Ling's bowl.

Qin Yu likes this little happiness now, and likes to watch Bai Ling devouring the food he cooked, which makes him feel satisfied from the bottom of his heart.

Back in this home, he is no longer a superstar in the eyes of outsiders, but just an ordinary man at home.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Bai Ling started to put on Qin Yu's makeup.

Qin Yu's originally moist and shiny skin was faded into dark yellow, and a small mustache was placed under his nose.

There were a few faint wrinkles drawn on the corners of his eyes and forehead, and he wore a black thread hat on his head. At first glance, he looked like a middle-aged uncle in his forties. I guess Chu Zhengfei might not be able to recognize him even if he came here.

After putting on makeup, Bai Ling sighed to herself. Her skills were getting better and better. Isn't this just the disguise technique in martial arts novels?
Chapter completed!