bullyxtreme Chapter 247 She'll make him sick with her spit!
Chapter 247 She'll make him sick with her spit!
Do whatever makes you look younger.
The stylists who heard Horstley say that thought they were hallucinating.
They looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes, and that's when they realized it.
Oh, it wasn't a hallucination, Mr. Huo really said that.
but……
Several people present carefully examined Huo Sili and couldn't help but remark.
Mr. Huo, you're not old at all!
However, some people who had heard a bit of gossip thought of a certain possibility.
Suddenly, he felt he understood, and agreed with a smile.
"Okay, Mr. Huo, don't worry. You want to look younger, right? You look very young, in your early twenties. If you want to look younger, we'll make sure it works for you."
As he spoke, he glanced around and began to work on it himself.
Several stylists present were well-known figures in the industry, usually doing makeup and styling for big-name male and female celebrities and wealthy women, and were always addressed as "teacher" by others.
Generally, appointments require queuing, so the eagerness to serve others that I had when I first entered the industry has faded considerably.
Seeing their colleagues go up, they realized what was happening and quickly offered advice to Huo Sili.
Since his cold war with Jiang Qin began, Huo Sili has stopped paying attention to his clothing and outfits.
Especially during these three years, there was the Pacific Ocean between them; he was on this side, and she was on the other.
Huo Sili lost all sense of image management. For a period of time, he was so busy with work that he, who never grew a beard or stubble, even grew one during that time.
To put it in He Xu's own words, it's all thanks to his face with its strong genes.
Otherwise, he really thinks he could apply for workers' compensation for mental distress every day he goes to work!
If his face was like this, his clothes were even worse. Everything was normal when he was in a passionate relationship with Jiang Qin.
But ever since the cold war with Jiang Qin, especially in the last three years.
Horstley's outfits consist of only three things year-round—
Shirts, suits, and trousers, and 90% of the time they are business suits, looking so formal that you wouldn't dare to look at them a second time.
Because it was too formal, and with Huo Sili's handsome face often cold, you could tell at a glance that he was a wealthy and powerful man in a bad mood.
Back to the present, several plans were quickly put together, but all of them were rejected by Horstley.
And for some reason, his expression grew even more sour after seeing their matching clothes and accessories.
Several stylists were also worried about their careers.
I glanced down at the clothes in my hand. There's nothing wrong with them. Wasn't the goal to make me look younger?
Look at this refreshing color scheme, he's definitely a handsome Korean guy, and many girls will love him!
Could it be that you think it's too... too young, a bit childish?
The stylists exchanged glances and changed several outfits, but Huo Sili still didn't look good.
Someone couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Huo, do you think there's a problem with this? Please tell us so we can revise it for you, don't you think?"
They're just standing face to face, and they can't read minds.
Horst finally spoke, but said, "It's not your problem, it's my problem."
He was immediately struck by the youthful and vibrant style of the outfits they were wearing.
I can't help but overthink.
I wonder if she has met any other men who have captured her heart during these three years.
Was that man younger than him?
After all, she had said it herself back then, more than once, that he was approaching thirty.
From her words, it was clear that she felt he was too old.
Words can be terrifying, and words can hurt.
Huo Sili's eyes held a complex mix of emotions, and his heart was even more complicated, a bittersweet feeling, as he thought back to the things he had done in the past.
Furthermore, she was once by his side, and not only did she suffer psychological harm, but she also cut her wrists and was kidnapped by Huo Chishen's men. She must have been in despair at that moment.
Realizing he was about to fall into pain again, Horstley forcibly pulled himself back to the present moment.
He was about to see her, and this might be his only chance to seize it. At this moment, he couldn't allow himself to be in a sick state.
There are so many outstanding young men in the world, but he was sick, old, and had hurt her.
Aside from relying on her grandmother's kindness to see her again, Huo Sili knew that she actually had no right to see Jiang Qin again.
Suppressing his negative emotions and self-destructive suspicions, Huo Sili looked at the people in front of him.
After carefully selecting the clothes and accessories, she began designing her hairstyle and makeup.
Hairstyling is quick and easy. Horstley has a good foundation and is already very charismatic, so his hairstyle only needs to be slightly adjusted to match his clothes.
As for makeup, several stylists, looking at Huo Sili, all felt that Huo Sili should not wear makeup.
"Mr. Huo, you have fair skin," one person explained objectively. "Your facial features are already quite good. We think that makeup would actually hide your unique features. Personally, I think you should get a good night's sleep the night before we meet."
"With this kind of energy, your skin will be in great condition the next day, your eyes will be brighter, and you won't have any redness."
As she spoke, the other person lowered their voice by two decibels, "I can see that your eyes are a bit bloodshot right now."
Horstley had just looked in the mirror, so he naturally saw it too.
I didn't sleep a wink last night. Although I took a nap after lunch, it's normal to have bloodshot eyes.
He nodded seriously: "Okay, I've got it."
Meanwhile, Song Xinye's villa.
Jiang Qin carefully checked the weather forecast and the almanac, and set the date.
It's relatively close, it'll be the day after tomorrow.
Because of the blizzard tomorrow, it's still too dangerous to take a two-and-a-half-year-old like Tian Tian out in every way.
The roads are going to freeze, and I'm even more worried about the children catching a cold. It's so painful for such young children to get sick.
Jiang Qin has always placed great importance on her daughter's health.
Wu Jie naturally understood, since the little girl was only two and a half years old. If she got sick because of going out, she wouldn't be able to take responsibility, and the old lady and the old man would definitely be heartbroken.
So they unanimously decided to meet the day after tomorrow.
As predicted in the weather forecast, the next day indeed brought a blizzard.
Due to the heavy snowfall, which even made the news, outdoor work was halted en masse, transportation was severely affected, some companies announced work stoppages, and supermarkets were unable to supply many vegetables as a result.
Fortunately, Aunt Zhou had bought the groceries in advance, so nothing went wrong that day.
After lunch, Jiang Qin checked her email and found no resumes had been submitted. Just then, a news article popped up.
I clicked in and saw that the heavy snow had caused disruptions to many industries, and some people had even been injured in car accidents. My feelings were complicated.
Sweetie was sitting on the rainbow sofa that Song Xinye had made, reading a book. When she saw Jiang Qin frowning and looking unhappy, she put down her book and went over to her.
"Mommy, what's wrong? What are you looking at?"
Jiang Qin put down her phone, picked up her daughter, and said, "I'm watching the news."
Sweetie felt a little relieved: "Oh."
Then, as if remembering something, she said, "I know, didn't the news say that this weather is dangerous? This morning, Tian Tian wanted to go outside to see the flowers, but her uncle said it's best not to go out in this weather because it's dangerous."
"The road is slippery, and it's easy to fall..." Sweetie counted the disadvantages on her fingers.
In conclusion, "But Mommy, even though the weather is bad, we can still build a snowman, and the snow here is so much prettier than the snow abroad! Sweetie likes it even more..."
While abroad, Sweetie had seen snow, but the snow there was nothing like the snow in Kyoto.
She always felt that the snow here was much prettier.
But while that was what I was thinking, my voice trailed off as I spoke.
Because I was thinking about what Jiang Qin had just said, that this snowfall had caused a lot of bad things.
Upon hearing the change in Tian Tian's voice, Jiang Qin paused slightly, undoubtedly understanding Tian Tian's inner thoughts at that moment.
Her heart softened instantly, and she felt a pang of heartache.
“Sweetie is right. Nothing is absolute. There are good and bad things. This snowfall has caused some bad things, but it is also very beautiful. These are two separate things. There is nothing wrong with liking snow. There is no need to feel guilty.”
Sweetie looked at Jiang Qin, blinked, and suddenly smiled and nodded, then threw herself into Jiang Qin's arms.
"Mommy, Sweetie loves Mommy so much."
Jiang Qin hugged Tian Tian back, saying, "Mommy likes Tian Tian too."
Sweetie was very pleased with the love that Jiang Qin conveyed and couldn't help but snuggle up to her mother.
After a few seconds, remembering something, she said, "Oh right, Mommy, we're going to visit Great-Grandma and Great-Grandpa tomorrow, and Sweetie wants to prepare gifts for them. I have some time now, Mommy, can you help me?"
This surprised Jiang Qin, but she naturally supported her daughter's intention.
"Of course, tell Mom what gift you want."
Sweetie let go, got out of Jiang Qin's arms, and took Jiang Qin's hand to walk towards the kitchen.
He calmly stood on the small stool, pried open the refrigerator, and pointed inside.
“Look, Sweetie wants to make cookies for her great-grandmother and great-grandfather.”
The two elderly people have no problem with their teeth, but the biscuits...
Looking into her daughter's eyes, especially at her sweet and proud expression, Tian Tian took the mold out of the cabinet.
"There are heart-shaped cookies, kitten-shaped cookies, and bunny-shaped cookies! Mommy, will you make cookies with Sweetie?"
How could Jiang Qin refuse?
The next day, at the Huo family's old residence, the car sent by the butler Zhou Fu came to pick them up.
Besides leading her daughter into the car, Jiang Qin was also carrying several bags in her hands.
As for why it's several bags, the reason is simple: the cookies that Tian Tian made have an overly strong milky flavor and are too sweet.
She figured her two elders wouldn't like their tastes.
To prevent dissatisfaction after tasting it, Tian Tian made several other versions during her afternoon nap yesterday, one of which looked exactly like the one made under Tian Tian's guidance.
However, she packed them herself and made small markings.
I don't know if I'll see someone on this trip, but if I do, I absolutely have to try it.
Jiang Qin lowered her eyelashes, her thoughts becoming increasingly obvious—
If he insists on shamelessly trying it, she'll make him sick of it!