Everyone has their own taboos. For example, Wang Busheng doesn’t like others to call him ugly. Of course, Wang Busheng is not ugly. If he is ugly, how can he be the male protagonist? He didn’t give the author any money, so Zhang Jingjun doesn’t like others to call him ugly. It is understandable that she is Miss. After all, the title of Miss has subtly changed its meaning as time goes by.
Because she was drinking tea, Zhang Jingjun took off her face towel, revealing her stunningly beautiful face. Wang Busui’s guess was correct. The body shape is still linked to the face. For example, Zhang Jingjun has a very good figure with a face scarf, but without a face scarf. Zhang Jingjun is also very good-looking. Of course, there are exceptions to everything, such as Sister Ruhua.
When faced with beautiful things, everyone has something in common and can't help but look at them more. Of course, Wang Busheng is no exception. When he sees the beautiful Zhang Jingjun, he can't help but keep his eyes on Zhang Jingjun's face.
Facing Wang Bu's naked gaze, wanting to fry and eat herself, Zhang Jingjun realized that she had taken off her hijab. Beauty is the original inducement of crime and the birthplace of crime. Zhang Jingjun couldn't help but feel her body. He leaned back and inadvertently picked up the face towel and put it on his face.
Good things disappeared, and Wang Busheng couldn't help complaining, "I said to Miss Zhang, isn't it hot for you to wear a hijab on such a hot day? You are not a big star, so you are afraid that fans will recognize you and block traffic."
"I am," Zhang Jingjun hurriedly stopped without saying the next two words, "Humph, I'm happy to let you control it, I just like wearing a face scarf."
"Oh, Miss Zhang, you are wrong to do this." Wang Bushi couldn't help but shook his head, "God, no, the creation of humans in the East belongs to Nuwa. Nuwa spent a lot of effort in pinching you."
"You were the one pinched by Nuwa." Zhang Jingjun couldn't help but retort. She was born to her dead mother who worked hard for ten months to conceive her. Her good looks have nothing to do with Nuwa. How can the credit go to those people? Gods and monsters.
"Yes, I was also pinched by Nuwa. Nuwa also spent a lot of time pinching me, otherwise I wouldn't be so handsome." After touching his face, Wang Bushi couldn't help but praise, "This is The face really arouses the appetite.”
Everyone has their own way of living, and everyone has their own views on the world. Of course, the standards for recognition of their own appearance are also different. For example, in Zhang Jingjun’s eyes, Wang Budie is not considered a handsome guy, but can only be regarded as a tall man. People who are not too ugly. After all, there are more handsome guys in the entertainment industry than dogs. Zhang Jingjun has seen too many handsome guys whether they are born or made. Wang Busheng cannot be included in the list of handsome guys. Of course, Zhang Jingjun did not refute, and even more Without pouring a basin of water on Wang Bushit's head, Zhang Jingjun was worried that her words would anger the other party and she would be hurt unexpectedly. After all, she was so good-looking, and if the other party did not commit a crime, it would be an insult to her beauty.
It's just that Zhang Jingjun was a little confused about what Wang Budie said, "What do you mean?"
"You haven't read a book. You haven't heard of beauty and food. If you are young and don't want to carry sacks in the future, you must study hard. Everything is inferior. Only good reading can bring beauty and beauty to books." School time is the most beautiful. You can play and fall in love freely, and you don’t have to pay for your own mistakes. People are also infinitely tolerant and forgive all the mistakes their children have made.
"Well, do you need to show him your college diploma and say that you have never studied? Well, bear with it, he didn't say that you are ugly," Zhang Jingjun murmured in her heart.
"What did you say just now? By the way, Nuwa is pinching you." Wang Busheng continued, "It's wrong to show your good looks to others like walking at night in brocade clothes."
"You can still say that." Zhang Jingjun was a little speechless. "You mean, I shouldn't wear a face scarf, but let you appreciate my face."
"No, no, no, it's for everyone to enjoy. Enjoying it alone is not as good as enjoying it all."
"I'm afraid that you will do something like a beast to me." Zhang Jingjun couldn't help but speak out what was in her heart. There were several servants in the car outside. Zhang Jingjun was not afraid of Wang Budie being violent. She shouted and Wang Budie would be killed. It can be cut into eight pieces. If you like odd numbers, seven or nine pieces will do.
"Well, I'm a good person." Wang Busheng couldn't help but say. As a time traveler, living in the 21st century, an era of great cultural integration, female friends will try their best to show off their beauty and expose themselves as much as possible. Exposed parts, long legs, small waist, big breasts, and a pretty face produced by a completely industrial assembly line. What's more, there are only a few small pieces of cloth on the body to cover her key parts, so she can only see her. Zhang Jingjun's face, it is impossible for the king to commit a crime without death. The male protagonist's self-control ability is still very strong, otherwise Leng Bingbing would have turned from a young girl to a young woman.
"Is your good friend officially certified? Is there a certificate or written proof?" Yes, if you are good-looking, you should be treated like an animal for everyone to appreciate. Who stipulated this? As a defender of women's rights, Zhang Jingjun firmly resists this insult to women.
"Well, the court will also issue good person cards. Where can I get them? It can be used as a life-saving gold medal. Can I get a monthly salary and a double bonus at the end of the year?" If it is a long-term meal ticket, Wang Bushit doesn't mind getting it. One piece.
"Uh, you're thinking too much." Although she didn't agree with Wang Busheng's point of view, Zhang Jingjun still took off her face scarf. It was too hot to wear it, and it seemed that the person in front of her had not recognized her identity for so long, so Zhang Jingjun also There are no worries.
"Look, it's much better this way, and I heard there's another downside to wearing a hijab."
"What's the harm?" Zhang Jingjun looked confused.
"The skin also needs to breathe, right?"
Zhang Jingjun nodded,
"We expel toxins from the body through the pores on the skin. Wearing a towel will hinder the circulation of air, thus preventing the skin from breathing and expelling toxins."
What he said seemed to make sense. Zhang Jingjun couldn't help but nod.
Wang Busheng continued, "There are also current cosmetics, many of which are synthesized from chemical substances, which are harmful to the skin. Long-term use of those cosmetics will accumulate toxins, damage the skin, make the face yellow and black, and even cause acne. Freckles, pockmarks, etc. appear.”
"Yes, yes, that's what Sister Xu is like," Zhang Jingjun couldn't help but agree.
Although Wang Busheng is not a woman, women in the 21st century wear makeup, and various advertisements and magazines promote it, so naturally men also know a little bit about makeup.
Just listen to Wang Bushit continue to say, "If I guess correctly, Miss Zhang should be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old."
Zhang Jingjun nodded,
“In class, when we describe other people’s skin as good, we always use baby-like skin, because children’s skin is the best, radiant and can be broken by blows, but I think the skin of seventeen or eighteen years old is the best. When you are the best and most beautiful age, you will naturally have the most beautiful skin, and you don’t need to use cosmetics.”
"Really" Zhang Jingjun couldn't help but touch her face. Although Zhang Jingjun was extremely confident in her appearance and didn't like to use cosmetics, due to some business needs, Zhang Jingjun would also put on cosmetics. There was nothing she could do about it. .
"Really, if you don't believe in yourself or me, you should be confident when you see my face." The fact that he is so good-looking and has such good skin is the ironclad proof.
"Uh, okay, I believe it." If someone wants to be shameless, you still have to put dentures on them.
"Young people don't need cosmetics. Just drink more water. Drinking water will make your face softer. Older people only need to apply some moisturizing makeup. If you apply too much cosmetics, it is sunscreen. It’s also for whitening, it will only clog pores and have the opposite effect.”
What Wang Busheng said is quite reasonable. In ancient times, many beauties were born without cosmetics, such as Bao Si and Wang Zhaojun. It can be seen that natural ones are the best.
Zhang Jingjun is also a make-up idiot. She knows nothing about it, but she always has a professional make-up team when needed. Therefore, Zhang Jingjun feels that Wang Busui's most basic make-up knowledge is profound knowledge. She couldn't help but nod. If it weren't for the girl's reserve, Zhang Jingjun couldn't help but applaud and like like crazy.
The courtyard is not big or small, the sun is directly overhead, but it is blocked by the leaves, so it is not very hot. From time to time, there will be a breeze blowing in. Coupled with the handsome men and beautiful women, this picture is still very beautiful. If there is a famous Painted by a famous artist, it will definitely be a painting that will be passed down through the ages.
Although she is a young lady from the British government, Zhang Jingjun's daily life is still very monotonous. Her sister is busy with business, and she is often alone at home. The servants in the family also regard Zhang Jingjun as their master and a god-like existence. Naturally, he is extremely respectful and does not dare to blaspheme at all. It is impossible to chat and talk. Naturally, Zhang Jingjun has no friends. This is also one of the reasons why Zhang Jingjun sings. There is nothing to do, especially for women. How can they stay at home and wait until The age of marriage is arranged by elders to marry someone you don't like or even don't know. People always need to find something to do at their own age.
The speed is too cold. It is difficult for people with high status to have friends. To be precise, they are true friends. But Wang Bu is different. First of all, he doesn’t know Zhang Jingjun’s identity. When faced with a good-looking girl, he can’t help but say anything. Chat with her for a while. Furthermore, Wang Busheng doesn't have such an obvious sense of hierarchy. People are born unequal, but he doesn't make himself inferior.
Being of the same age, there will naturally be endless topics to talk about, and Wang Busheng still has two lifetimes of life experience, and Zhang Jingjun, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child, was fooled into being stunned. He has not become a disciple, so he can be regarded as a British princess. The government’s education is still up to par.
"Wang Bu Die, do you think trapeze artists will really be able to fly in the sky in the future?"
"I'm talking about airplanes." Wang Busui said with black lines on his head, "Of course, there are already cars, right? They can run faster than horses, and a man named Lu Ban made them a long time ago. A flying bird can fly for three days and three nights, and an airplane will surely do the same."
"Is it true that you said that the Japanese pirates next to me are descendants of my Central Plains people?"
"Yes, in the twenty-eighth year of the First Emperor of Qin, the First Emperor sent Xu Fu out to sea to seek the elixir of immortality. Xu Fu once said that Penglai, Abbot, and Yingzhou were the three gods, and the Yingzhou here is the current Japanese pirates."
"Oh, you know so much."
"That's necessary. Even if he can do something as unconscionable as a massacre, Wang Busheng still doesn't want to admit that everyone is from the same ancestor. After all, he wants to face him. Fortunately, the soil and water support the other people. Their Feng Shui is not good. , which made them lose their conscience.”
"And you said that people in beautiful countries don't like to wear clothes, and they don't give birth to children without holes."
Miss Zhang is so imitated that she can even use vulgar words. The age of seventeen or eighteen is very critical, as it is the easiest to learn bad things, so parents must be careful.
"Uh, yes, I said this."
"Yes, you said it, I heard it clearly."
"Well, okay, this is just wishful thinking on my part."
I was seventeen or eighteen years old, that is, I was a freshman in high school in my previous life. It was considered a carefree life. It was also the only time in my life when my life was relatively simple. As long as I could study well, I didn’t need to worry about the house, car, money, and wife. Wang Busheng was very lucky. In this life, he was still at the age of seventeen or eighteen. If she were an old woman in her fifties or sixties, Wang Busheng would have hanged herself and wiped her neck long ago.
"By the way, I don't know your name yet"?
"My name is Zhang Jingjun"
