Finally, Wang Xuan felt that something was wrong when he saw Liu Xue, the little girl next to her who was applying lipstick in front of the small mirror. She said that the color of this lipstick is not correct, she likes the sad and bright red, the blood color has a sad and sad charm, so that there is a kind of beauty that is peaceful and born.

Listen, everyone in the room was talking nonsense, Wang Xuan suddenly got a little dizzy, and he sat there calmly, forcing himself to meditate and study Daozang.

It was finally time for lunch. Colleagues were chatting and laughing, and they took Wang Xuan, a newcomer, to a newly opened restaurant outside the design institute to try something new.