Chapter 78 The three of us celebrate the New Year more than anything else

Qiao Chuchu sat in front of the dressing mirror, watching herself gradually become more presentable under the styling of the stylist.

The makeup artist said, "Okay, Miss Qiao, take a look. Are you satisfied?"

The makeup artist was good at playing to her strengths, focusing on her most beautiful eyes and mouth, and matching the black matte dress with a misty lightness, delicate but not coquettish.

Qiao Chuchu stood up with her skirt lifted up with satisfaction: "Thank you, you painted it very beautifully."

She picked up the cash red envelope she had prepared in advance: "In addition to the styling fee, there are also some red envelopes. Thank you for your hard work, and Happy New Year."

The makeup artist was flattered.

It looked like a thick stack, and it was obvious that a lot more was added.

This lady is really generous!

She took the red envelope with both hands and said happily: "It's not hard. The main reason is that your eyes are as beautiful as gems. Such beautiful eyes are really rare, so it's easy to draw them. Please be careful, I will help you walk!"

The makeup artist held her arm and walked her to the door of the dressing room.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Qiao Yue, wearing a black tight evening dress, walked in with great momentum.

"I have been waiting in line for so long, it should be my turn soon!"

She glanced and bumped into Qiao Chuchu. A hint of surprise appeared on her unhappy face: "Qiao Chuchu, why are you here? Are you going to the dance tonight too?"

Qiao Chuchu didn't answer, but just brushed past her coldly and left.

The moment she closed the door, she clearly heard Qiao Yue angrily ordering the makeup artist: "Hey, stylist, you must make me look better than that woman just now, do you hear me?!"

In the penthouse suite, Weisheng Wenzhan and Pei Youchuan changed their

clothes and came out of their respective rooms. They were both wearing well-cut and ironed black suits, but Pei Youchuan wore a black shirt as the base, and the peaked collar of the suit made his already high-profile temperament even more prominent.

Weisheng Wenzhan wore a white shirt as the base, with a vest inside, and a three-piece suit with a coat. Their heights were almost the same, but their temperaments were completely different.

One was calm but had an irrepressible aura, and the other deliberately suppressed it with a black suit, but still couldn't hide his unruly nature.

They both stood at the elevator entrance.

Weisheng Wenzhan glanced behind Pei Youchuan, but didn't see Qiao Chuchu, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Pei Youchuan put his hands in his pockets and looked forward: "My sister didn't wear the evening dress you gave her."

Weisheng Wenzhan was not surprised: "She didn't wear it, or she didn't see it."

"She didn't see it." Pei Youchuan sneered: "It's a halter neck with a big backless dress, and the slits are about to reach the buttocks. I tore it up when I saw it, and didn't consider whether you would feel bad. Send me the invoice for the skirt and I will compensate you."

Weisheng Wenzhan smiled nonchalantly: "It's just a piece of clothing, no need to compensate."

Pei Youchuan also raised the corners of his mouth, and said yin and yang: "Yes, a piece of clothing is not worth much, but you are so old and give a little girl a backless dress. That's not called giving clothes, it's called sexual harassment."

Weisheng Wenzhan was not angry, and his tone was very calm: "I was inconsiderate. The skirt was chosen for me by my third sister. She personally likes sexy style. The fabric of the skirt is as little as possible. My secretary also bought it. I didn't look at the style of the skirt. I'm sorry that you feel uncomfortable. That was not my intention."

"But..." Weisheng Wenzhan said intriguingly: "Will a brother have a possessive desire for his sister's exposed skin?"

Pei Youchuan was puzzled: "? What?"

Weisheng Wenzhan looked forward with a meaningful smile on his lips: "Yucan usually likes to wear very sexy clothes, but no matter how much she reveals, she is just a family member who grew up with me in front of me. I never get angry because she wears less, and I usually respect her preferences." Wenzhan looked

at Pei Youchuan and reminded him gently: "If you care so much, it's easy to show off, remember to restrain yourself."

Pei Youchuan: "..."

He looked calm on the surface, but in fact, the fist in his pocket was clenched tightly, and the veins on his forehead even popped out faintly.

With a "ding!" sound, the elevator arrived.

Qiao Chuchu was about to go out with her skirt lifted up when she bumped into two men: "Oh, you two are together!"

They looked at her and were both stunned.

Qiao Chuchu lifted the hem of her skirt and turned around happily: "How about it, do I look good?"

Weisheng Wenzhan squinted lazily like a cat, and raised his tone: "Not bad."

She smiled happily and looked at Pei Youchuan: "How about it?"

Pei Youchuan came back to his senses and realized that he had just been stunned.

He cleared his throat and said with a straight face, "It's just so-so."

Qiao Chuchu: "? Are you blind? I'm stunningly beautiful!"

Wen Zhan walked into the elevator and said to her calmly, "Yeah, your brother has terrible taste. You're obviously very beautiful."

She grinned and laughed foolishly, "President Wei has really good taste!"

Pei Youchuan stepped into the elevator unhappily and pulled Qiao Chuchu towards him, "Don't get so close to President Wei. It won't be good if you get stained by your perfume."

Wen Zhan said in disapproval, "It's okay. I'm going to be with Miss Qiao today anyway. It's normal to get stained by my female companion's perfume."

Pei Youchuan sneered, "No, Qiao Chuchu is my female companion. You can only borrow her for one dance."

Although he wouldn't give her that dance time.

A faint light flashed across Weisheng Wenzhan's eyes. He lowered his head and approached Qiao Chuchu, asking softly in a very low voice: "I remember we agreed that you would accompany me throughout the whole process. Are you going to go back on your word? Hmm?"

Qiao Chuchu suddenly felt a sense of pressure coming down!

She got goosebumps all over her body: "No, it's just that my brother unilaterally disagrees. I've made an agreement with you, so it's an agreement."

Pei Youchuan: "?"

Weisheng Wenzhan laughed and offered his arm to her: "Then please take my arm, Miss."

Qiao Chuchu felt Pei Youchuan's gaze, and took Weisheng Wenzhan's arm as if a thorn was behind her.

Pei Youchuan let out a sneer from the corner of his mouth: "Ha."

Qiao Chuchu stood there with her head held high, feeling that Weisheng Wenzhan had been looking at her.

She looked up and was indeed met with Weisheng Wenzhan's deep eyes.

Even when their eyes met, Weisheng Wenzhan's gaze did not evade at all, and he enveloped her with a...very strange gaze.

Very loving.

Just like the love a person has for his favorite food.

Qiao Chuchu was confused by the look.

Weisheng Wenzhan happily withdrew his gaze, as if he was having fun, and his aura was a little relaxed.

Qiao Chuchu felt creepy.

[The people in the Weisheng family are really weird. ]

[Although he looks the same as my son, his temperament is so hard to figure out. And isn't he paralyzed? Why does he always smile at me? ]

[Please don't smile at me, I'm scared! ]

Weisheng Wenzhan's mouth stiffened slightly, and he slowly retracted his smile.

Pei Youchuan saw all of this.

He closed his eyes and held his forehead in annoyance.

Lou Tingsi was right, the people in the Weisheng family could really hear one's heart.

Qiao Chuchu kept calling Weisheng Wenzhan her son in her heart, and Weisheng Wenzhan really endured it, and even had time to throw him around.

Pei Youchuan was a little annoyed.

If he had known earlier, he would have asked Pei Che and Pei Buxian to come. Any of them could have rubbed shoulders with Weisheng Wenzhan.

Suddenly, someone pulled his sleeve.

Qiao Chuchu's hand in a black gauze glove grabbed a corner of his sleeve, looked up at him, and asked with her mouth: "Are you angry?"

Pei Youchuan didn't say anything, but looked at her other hand holding Weisheng Wenzhan.

His face darkened, and he directly grabbed her free hand and wrapped it around his arm.

Qiao Chuchu: “?”

Weisheng Wenzhan: “?”

Pei Youchuan had a despairing attitude, and under the two people's puzzled gazes, he said expressionlessly: “The three of us are more important than anything else.”

Qiao Chuchu: “…”

Weisheng Wenzhan: “…”