"..."

Joanne was slow to respond.

She was ready to hear about Brian and Wesley's plans, only to have Brian give her a kiss?

The most unscientific thing was that the moment Brian kissed her down, she was so moved that she didn't even want to count on being set up by him!

No wonder some people say - since ancient times deep love can not be retained, always set up to win the hearts of the people.

Brian ruffled the broken hair at the corner of Joanne's forehead, looked at her and said, "When you get to the reception site, follow me and don't run around alone."

Joanne knew that Brian was trying to watch out for Rowdy.

She absolutely could not fall into Rowdy's hands, otherwise, no matter what conditions Rowdy put forward, Brian would compromise.

Once Brian compromises, the game between him and Rowdy will be lost.

There are many things that Joanne can casually joke with Brian, only this matter can not.

She nodded, like a good, obedient child, "I know."

Brian's lips hooked up in a satisfied arc, reaching out to touch Joanne's head, "Good boy."

"..."

Joanne pursed her lips and didn't say anything, her heart all curious-

After the reception started, what exactly was Brian and Wesley's plan?

And ... will Rowdy bring Yuna to the reception?

All the things Joanne was curious about were answered--

The Kent family's old mansion.

The Old Town is close to the city center, and the old Kent family house is even further from the hotel where the reception will be held.

Probably because of the proximity, Rowdy wasn't in a hurry at all.

It was only when sunset began to sink in the west that he unhurriedly told Yuna to go change her clothes.

Yuna was in even less of a hurry, walking slowly back to her room and opening the bag Rowdy had given her a few days ago.

Inside the bag was a beige box, and inside the box lay a little black dress.

The skirt is a very classic style, the designer ingeniously added some current popular elements, the skirt as a whole looks mysterious and cold, exudes a kind of unapproachable atmosphere.

This aesthetic ... is indeed the style of Conrad City.

Emily had been lying on the edge of the bed, and naturally saw the "real face" of the dress.

The little one furrowed his brows in disgust and spat nonchalantly, "Daddy's vision is so bad, it's unbearable!"

Yuna felt the same way and smiled, carrying the skirt and looking at the little one, "Don't you like this skirt?"

The little one's pretty brow was suddenly full of kinks.

He looked at Yuna in a serious manner and emphasized word for word, "Auntie Yuna, regardless of the skirt thing, I don't like you wearing black!"

Yuna became more and more curious, "Why?"

Emily pouted and justified, "I don't know why, but I just don't like it!"

"..." Yuna sweated, "coughed", and turned to ask, "Then what color do you like me to wear?"

"Well ...," Emily thought seriously for a moment and said solemnly, "I think girls look better in pink!"

"Pfft..."

Yuna couldn't help it and spewed out laughter at once.

Mu likes girls to wear pink?

She didn't realize that the little guy actually had a pink teenage heart.

Unfortunately, she couldn't satisfy the little one's girlishness.

She hadn't worn those pastel colored clothes since her parents died.

The reason is simple.

She was well aware of the death of her parents, having suffered a judicially unfair trial, and she was one of the few people who knew the truth about the case.

She carries the burden of reversing her parent's conviction.

Therefore, no matter what she encounters, she should deal with it calmly and sternly, hitting the nail on the head.

For her to be all over the place, she has to give up her pampering, give up her weaker qualifications, and forge herself into a razor-sharp weapon.

This slightly extreme idea is deeply rooted in Yuna's mind, so in the process of her growing up, she automatically ignored those young and fresh colors, as well as some of the girl's "natural human rights".

It wasn't until she went undercover to Wesley's side and had deep contact with him that Yuna came to understand that what color clothes to wear and whether she could be pampered or not didn't affect a girl's strength.

Girls who speak with a voice that whines to the bone are not necessarily soft.

A girl who walks around in a power suit is not always invincible.

Something that runs on the surface is no proof of what's inside a person.

Now, it wasn't that Yuna rejected pink, it was just that she had already passed the age where she could dress herself in pink and had lost interest in that girly color.

Mu's teenage heart could probably only be realized in his future girlfriend.

Emily didn't know what Yuna was laughing at, and moe cocked her head, "Auntie Yuna, why are you laughing?"

Yuna touched the little one's head, made a serious face and said, "I also like pink, but I don't have any pink clothes in my closet, so there's no way I can wear them for you to see."

Emily ran and rummaged through her school bag, pulling out a pile of cash from it, and said with a righteous face, "I have money, I can buy you a lot of pink clothes!"

"... "Yuna felt as if he was choking on something, "Cough", and busily said, "Emily, I'm going to attend the reception very soon. It's too late to go buy it now, let's ... do it next time, okay?"

"Next time?" Mu pondered for a moment, not knowing what came to her mind, the smile on her face slowly became dark, and it took a while before it returned to normal, squeezing out a smile at Yuna and nodding, "Yes!"

"..."

Yuna could probably guess what Emily had thought of.

Once she goes today, there's a good chance she'll never come back.

Must have thought of that, right?

So he knows better than anyone that there may not be a next time.

At a time like this, Yuna didn't know how to comfort the little one, rubbing the little one's head, "You play by yourself, I'll change my clothes."

Mu obediently nodded, "Good." After saying that, he silently left the room.

Yuna looked at the little one's back, his heart was sore, but he could do nothing about it.

She changed into her gown and sat down at her vanity, pulling out makeup that she hadn't used in a long time.

She doesn't need a professional makeup stylist because she is a very professional makeup stylist herself.

A few years ago, she went around helping Rowdy on missions, often needing to change different identities, sometimes even changing her gender, and had long since developed an uncanny knack for make-up styling.

This time after returning to Kent's house, just in case, she didn't move and changed all her cosmetics to those available for pregnant women.

No matter what, she's going to protect the baby in her belly.

Yuna put a light makeup on herself, lightly applied a layer of lipstick, and then swept a touch of blush, the pallor of her face was covered over, her face became rosy and energetic, and the whole person seemed to have changed a kind of temperament.

She scrutinized herself in the mirror and pondered for a moment - would she want Wesley to see her like this?

It looks as if there's nothing wrong with ....

Yuna realized that she was still satisfied with her appearance, so he put on his jacket and went downstairs to find Rowdy.

Rowdy had changed his clothes long ago, a smoky gray suit with delicate cufflinks and tie knot, his white pocket scarf slightly exposed, making his whole person look gentlemanly and extraordinarily genteel.

Such a city of Conrad would be called charming.

When Yuna initially knew Rowdy, she was probably fooled by his skin-like appearance.

Now that I think about it, I was really ... blind.

Emily ran down after leaving the room and plopped down on the sofa, and when he saw Yuna coming downstairs, the little guy's eyes were immediately attracted.

Under the finishing touches of the makeup, Yuna was much more refreshed, and her cheeks were slightly flushed with a kind of charming peach color, looking cold and charming.

Mu couldn't see the effect of the makeup, he only had the most intuitive feeling - Auntie Yuna had become prettier!

The little guy instantly turned into a fanboy, holding his face and looking at Yuna with a smile, "Auntie Yuna, you're so pretty!"

Yuna just happened to walk down, traveling to the little guy's side, smiling and rubbing his head, "Thank you."

"Well, I just told a truth." The little guy naturally switched into cute mode and cocked his head, "You taught me ah, to be an honest child."

Yuna couldn't help it, the corners of his lips rose up in a smiling arc as he just looked at the little guy.

In one's life, one meets and befriends many people.

But there are a lot of people who, when they see him this time, can't be sure if this is the last time they'll see him.

So be sure to watch more when you can.

Emily seemed to understand this as well, looking intently at Yuna, his childish eyes carrying a smile.

Rowdy didn't notice the subtle atmosphere between Yuna and Emily, glancing at the time, he obviously had little patience left and urged, "We should go."

Yuna's heart felt like it had been stabbed hard by something, she took Emily's hand and looked at the little guy and said, "I'm leaving."

She didn't say that she'd be back later.

At a time like this, she couldn't promise the little one any hope.

Mu also knew that once Yuna left, he might never come back.

So, Auntie Yuna's "I'm leaving" was a goodbye to him.

Despite knowing everything in her heart, on the surface, Emily was completely immobile.

The little guy smiled brightly as if he didn't know what was going to happen tonight, waving his hand towards Yuna, "Auntie Yuna, bye."

"..."

The little one has a sweet voice and an extra bright smile.

Yuna clearly should be happy, but something in her heart kept surging up, violently corroding her heart and rushing to her eyes, almost forcing her tears out.

Emily took advantage of Rowdy's inattention and motionlessly shook her head at Yuna, signaling her not to cry.

He knew that once Yuna cried, his daddy would find out something.

Yuna had to force her tears back and waved her hand at Emily as well, "Bye."