Da Bao Jian Club

On the third day after returning from Suzhou, Qin Ze buried himself in writing songs for his sister. She was holding a concert at the end of October, with stops in Shanghai City, the capital, Hang City, and Guangzhou.

Hong Kong and Taiwan had not been decided on yet. She said it depended on her mood. If she felt her sister could still give it one last push, she would go sing there. If she felt tired, then they could talk about it next year.

Recently, his sister had become obsessed with bitten-lip makeup. Good heavens, her face was already seductive enough to bring disaster upon a kingdom, yet she had gone and put on such tempting makeup. Qin Ze's desire to eat the lipstick off his sister's lips had infinitely expanded, but he was also afraid of dying from chemical poisoning.

The night before last, his sister had asked whether it looked good. Qin Ze had said it looked good, very good.

Wang Zijing had been unconvinced. That night in her room, she copied Qin Baobao and put on bitten-lip makeup too. Then she asked expectantly, "Is your sister prettier, or am I prettier?"

As clever as Qin Ze was, he answered, "My wife is the prettiest."

In truth, seductive makeup like bitten-lip makeup suited the glamorous type and the icy beauty type best. It enhanced the former and created a striking contrast for the latter. Only Wang Zijing, with her oval face and dignified beauty, was not suited for it.

Wang Zijing was very satisfied after hearing that. Slightly shy, she said, "Then do you want to eat it?"

Qin Ze thought, It's all chemicals. Sister's juice is much more natural and pollution-free.

After lunch, his phone rang. The caller ID showed Su Yu.

Qin Ze answered it.