Chapter 1308 (1/2)

At this time, someone came outside to urge: ”what? Not over yet? Madame has urged three times! ”

The stylist immediately replied, ”right now, right now!”

After that, the stylist said to wenjianqing, ”young master, do you cooperate first? You always keep your head down, I can't give you the final shape! ”

Wen Jianqing reluctantly put his mobile phone on the table, raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror.

But looked at, but as if saw Niu Niu's face appeared in the mirror, smiled at oneself.

I don't know how long I watched it, but I heard the voice of stylist relieved: ”OK, it's done! Do you have any dissatisfaction? ”

Wen Jianqing's vision gradually became clear, and Niu Niu's figure gradually disappeared, leaving only his tight face and shape.

His eyes darkened and he said, ”no, it's good. Thank you for your hard work these days! ”

”You're welcome. You should.” The stylist and the team replied.

Wen Jianqing stood up, turned around and left the room.

He didn't take his cell phone, so he put it on the table.

He doesn't have much time to watch his cell phone today, does he?

He and he Shenzhou will be busy to death.

People will keep saying hello, chatting, drinking with others and exchanging business cards.

Anyway, he probably can't get the information about Niu Niu, right?

He didn't know. Just after he left, a message came.

A message flashed over the top of the phone: Happy Birthday to you. Niu Niu.

The birthday party officially began.

The scene was luxurious, just like Shen Rui's birthday party.

There are more guests.

All levels, all countries, all professions, all ages.

Different guests have different people in charge of reception.

So, no one at home is idle. They are all busy receiving guests.

Shen Rui, Shen He, as the eldest brother and elder sister, naturally takes charge of the most important reception.

Even the youngest is responsible for playing with the children.

Anyway, it is to make guests feel at home.

At the end of the day, everyone should be tired of the rhythm of sparring.

Seeing off the last guest, Shen He felt that his legs were not his own. He went back to the lounge and kicked off his high-heeled shoes as soon as he entered the door. Then he walked barefoot on the carpet and lay on the sofa. He was determined not to move.

Yu Xiaowan, who was sitting on the sofa, was too tired to say anything.