Gu Chun, a graduate of a prestigious university and a designer at a top apparel company, died unexpectedly during a bus robbery. She transmigrated into the body of an 18-year-old girl, also named G...
Gu Chun nodded: "Okay, we'll talk about it later. My name is Gu Chun, and I work in the propaganda department of the textile factory."
On the way back, Huang Xiuxiu chirped, "Chun'er, you're amazing! Garment factories all want your designs. How much do you think they'll pay you?"
"I don't know yet, but I believe our factory director will fight for it for me."
"That's right. This is a collaboration with a sister company. The factory director should agree. He might even be able to get you some extra subsidies."
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Little Zhuzi had a very happy first birthday, with gifts and delicious food.
Children really have a lot of growth to do. Not long after his birthday, he started to grow upper and lower teeth and began to call people. Although his baby talk was still a little unclear, he could indeed call sister.
Gu Chun could see new changes in him every day. When she heard him call her sister for the first time, her eyes became wet. Her little brother was finally growing up, and she no longer had to worry about not being able to support him.
In this joyful atmosphere, another happy event happened, that is, Miss Zhao Yuan in the office was getting married!
One day, Zhao Yuan walked into the office and handed Gu Chun an invitation: "Gu Chun, I'm getting married. Remember to come to the wedding."
This was the first time in Gu Chun’s life that he had received an invitation, and he felt a little excited holding it in his hand.
The wedding was chosen to be held in the twelfth lunar month, before the New Year. Hearing that Gu Chun had a younger brother, Zhao Yuan even hired Xiao Zhuzi to be the bed boy.
On the wedding day, Gu Chun went to Zhao Yuan's house carrying Xiao Zhuzi. When she arrived, she had just put on makeup, was wearing a red dress, and had a flower on her head. The whole room was red and very festive, and even her face was as red as if she was going to perform in a play.
Gu Chun took a look and thought it was a bit exaggerated, so he asked:
"Sister Yuanyuan, who did this makeup for you?"
Zhao Yuan looked at herself in the mirror, frowning. She also felt that it was a bit ugly. "It's my aunt. She said that weddings must be red. The redder, the better."
Gu Chun pursed her lips and finally suggested: "Sister Yuanyuan, if you believe me, I will help you put on makeup again."
Thinking of how beautiful Gu Chunhua's poster was, Zhao Yuan inexplicably trusted her aesthetic taste and nodded happily:
"Sure, you can help me put on one."
Gu Chun first washed off the makeup on her face, rubbed her face with cold cream to moisten her skin, and then applied a small amount of powder. He then used an eyebrow pencil to draw two willow-leaf eyebrows for her, dipped a little lipstick in it as eye shadow and blush, and blurred the edges after applying the lipstick.
After putting on makeup, she let Zhao Yuan's hair down, combed it neatly, braided it into several braids, and then tied it up again, and then inserted the flower in it.
Zhao Yuan's sister exclaimed: "Oh my God. Sister Yuanyuan, you look so beautiful. I don't know why, it seems that your makeup is very light, but you are so beautiful. This bridal hairstyle is also very beautiful."
Zhao Yuan opened his eyes and took a look. The woman in the mirror had red lips, white teeth, and willow-shaped eyebrows. The light blush on her face made her look healthy. Her skin was white with a rosy glow. She didn't have heavy makeup on, but she looked very beautiful.
She held Gu Chun's hand and said, "Thank you, Gu Chun, you drew me so beautifully."
Gu Chun smiled and said, "You're welcome, Sister Yuanyuan. You are naturally beautiful. I just gave you a little touch-up. You are the most beautiful bride today."
When Zhao Yuan's husband came to pick up the bride, his eyes widened at the sight of her. The bride, dressed in a red wedding dress and with red lips and white teeth, instantly captivated him.
Zhao Yuan blushed as she rode her bicycle and followed the wedding procession. She was getting married not far away, and Gu Chun followed with Xiao Zhuzi in her arms.
On that day, little Zhuzi also wore a red outfit. He was placed on the newlyweds' bed and asked to roll around. He seemed to think it was a very funny thing and kept laughing. His little appearance made many relatives and friends laugh.
"Oh, this kid is so chubby, so cute."
"Yes, look at him, he's white and chubby, and there are four dimples on his hands."
"Why, look, he's still laughing."
Gu Chun stood there listening to them praising Xiao Zhuzi, and laughed so hard. This child was in the spotlight today.