"I'll tell you later" he said happily in his heart, he would be able to take a lot of candies to school in the future.
Zhong Zhenzhen picked up the bag and took Zhong Xiaozhe to leave.
"Wait for me," Song Zixuan shouted from behind. He didn't want to give Qin Di and Zhong Zhenzhen a chance to be alone.
Zhong Zhenzhen looked back at him, "You want to go too?" She had no intention of bringing him, a sluggish person, and Old Man Qin probably didn't want to see him either. What if there was a fight?
"Of course" Song Zixuan argued: "I don't want to stay at home alone."
Zhong Zhenzhen didn't intend to pay attention to him, but Song Zixuan ran in front of her to block the door, and said scoundrelly: "If you don't take me out today, don't even come out like this."
Zhong Zhenzhen refused to accept this trick. She insisted on getting over. She didn't expect that Song Zixuan was so strong. She couldn't pull him away even with all her strength.
Zhong Xiaozhe couldn't stand it anymore and begged Zhong Zhenzhen, "Mom, take him out. Xiaozhe is usually afraid of staying at home alone."
Song Zixuan looked at Zhong Xiaozhe with a grateful expression
Zhong Zhenzhen nodded because of his amnesia, "Okay, but..." Zhong Zhenzhen paused, "You have to put on makeup."
make up?
What does she want to do?
Song Zixuan had a bad feeling
Sure enough, Zhong Zhenzhen took him upstairs, gave him a wig, "weared it", then put thick eyebrows on him, and put two earrings on his ears.
Those earrings stuck to his ears and pinched his earlobes so much that it hurt.
After taking care of it, Zhong Zhenzhen nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad," she told Song Zixuan, "You are not allowed to speak for a while." She pushed him, "Go and find a mirror, it looks so handsome."
It's okay if Song Zixuan doesn't look at it. When he looks at it, he almost wants to punch the person in the mirror to death.
Zhong Zhenzhen gave him this look, it would be better to let him die. He, Second Young Master Song, can't afford to disgrace this person.
Song Zixuan pulled off his earrings, "It hurts so much." In anger, Song Zixuan threw away the wig, "It's so dirty." He felt sick and wanted to vomit. I don't know whose hair had been processed in this wig, and it made me sick just thinking about it.
nausea
"What are you doing?" Zhong Zhenzhen picked up the wig, "I finally disguised you so that others would not know your identity."
"Identity?" Song Zixuan pretended, "What identity?"
Zhong Zhen really didn't want him to think of the past, so he just made random nonsense...