An Nuannuan twitched her lips and turned her gaze away from Ji Qianchong's phone screen. "Qianwaer, your husband might not know what lipstick is."
Too straight.
Ji Qianchong smiled twice, then pressed the voice button to send a voice message, "Ji Liangnian, I'm talking about the lipstick color."
At this moment, the girl's clear voice was heard in the huge "FA Group" president's office.
If you listen carefully, you can also hear a hint of silence in the other person's tone.
The man sitting on the English sofa picked up his phone and looked at the two lines of text on the screen again: mac666, Armani 500.
Then he pressed the voice button and replied patiently and gently: "I understand. I'll give it to you when I get home this weekend."
Ji Qianchong sent an emoticon package: You performed very well today, ten points extra.
The man reminded again: "Be careful."
Ji Qianchong: "I know."
There is a high-legged coffee table in front of the British sofa, and on the coffee table is an iPad that is working, playing a video - a tutorial on how to make paper cranes.
On the coffee table, there are scattered square pieces of colorful cardboard.
Xia Song knocked on the door three times, pushed it open and walked in. "Master Jiu, the driver has been arranged."
The man placed his phone on the coffee table, holding a piece of cardboard in his hand, gently twisting the edges with his fingertips. He raised his head and looked at Xia Song: "Bring up the Mac and Armani official websites."
Xia Song twitched his face: "..."
"Do you want to give your wife a lipstick?" Xia Song said as he walked to the desk. Within thirty seconds, he called up the MAC and Armani flagship stores in China.
"I should know more about the things she likes."
The first thing that caught Xia Song's eye was a New Year gift set of 38 lipsticks in hardcover packaging on Armani's official website.
He stared at the computer screen for several seconds, and a series of greetings popped up in his mind.
Are these really thirty-eight lipsticks? They're all red.
Xia Song picked up his laptop, walked over respectfully, and placed it on the coffee table. "Master Jiu, Armani official website."
Ji Liangnian held a half-folded paper crane in his left hand and swiped the laptop screen with his right hand, glancing down. His fingertips lingered on the laptop's touchscreen for a moment. "It seems the colors are all the same."
In the past, when he was at the Ji family in England, Xia Song also heard the maids gossiping about lipstick.
He added silently, "It is said that this thing not only has lipstick, but also lip gloss and lipstick. Lipstick seems to be divided into lipstick-like colored lipstick and colorless repair lipstick..."
Xia Song secretly glanced at Ji Liangnian and added, "It seems the colors are all different."
He bent down and said, "Master Jiu, are you going back to Beishan Villa? I'll go get the car ready."
The man wasn't wearing a suit jacket, but a white shirt with two or three of the top buttons undone. His every move was reserved, yet tinged with laziness.
Ji Liangnian glanced at the Armani website again, then turned his attention to the video of folding paper cranes. "She's not back. She won't be back for the next few days."
Xia Song: "Let me pour you a cup of coffee."
The man hummed softly and continued to learn how to fold paper cranes.
When Xia Song went out, he stood by the door and turned his head to look at Ji Liangnian who was conscientiously folding paper cranes on the sofa in the distance.
The incandescent chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the office cast a faint light on the man, making his facial features look a little cold.
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