Chapter 836: Chapter 22 Missing You (Added for Alliance Leader’s Third Bomb!) Chapter 836: Chapter 22 Missing You (Added for Alliance Leader’s Third Bomb!) Zhao Yingjun didn’t speak.
She looked down at Yan Qiaoqiao:
have a concept of a father?”
Just a few days ago, when she asked Yan Qiaoqiao if she remembered who her father was, Yan Qiaoqiao had countered with asking what a father was.
It seemed that these days of binge-watching TV had taught her a lot.
Is knowledge the same as emotion?
With no memories of father or mother, of family, of affection, could she truly empathize?
Looking into Zhao Yingjun’s eyes, Yan Qiaoqiao nodded:
“Other kids all have them.”
“On TV?” Zhao Yingjun asked.
Yan Qiaoqiao shook her head, pointing outside the window:
At this moment, Yan Mei came over and explained to Zhao Yingjun:
“Qiaoqiao has started going out these last couple of days, playing with other kids in the neighborhood.
There aren’t many girls her age, around fourteen or so; most are seven or eight.”
“Their mental ages are pretty similar, though, so she’s able to join in with them.
She’s even made some friends in the yard.”
well, then those kids definitely have parents with them, and when it’s time to eat, they get pulled home by their parents.
Qiaoqiao must be envious, or maybe it’s not exactly envy, but she does ask me where her parents have gone.”
Yan Mei pursed her lips and let out a light sigh:
“Now Qiaoqiao gets smarter by the day and understands more and more.
It’s harder to keep things from her, and she’ll find out what she needs to know sooner or later.”
Zhao Yingjun mussed Yan Qiaoqiao’s hair.
Those nauseatingly cutesy devil horn braids and the fake flower hair clip were an assault on the eyes…
So, she took her hand, grabbed the bags big and small from the sofa, and headed toward the bedroom:
“Come on, I’ll give you a makeover.”
Entering the bedroom.
Zhao Yingjun took various decorations, hair clips, and combs to the table and then patted the chair in front of the makeup mirror, gesturing for Yan Qiaoqiao to take a seat:
“Come on, Qiaoqiao, sit here.
Don’t move; I’ll do your hair.”
Yan Qiaoqiao nodded obediently.
She sat down attentively, watching the woman behind her arrange her hair.
“You’re already a big girl; you can’t keep wearing these devil horn braids.”
Zhao Yingjun undid the fake flowers and elastic from Yan Qiaoqiao’s hair, brushing through her locks as she continued:
“Even though others might not say it, dressing so childishly at your age will make people laugh at you.”
“You’re smart and you learn quickly, so learn to tie your own hair.
It doesn’t need to be too complicated, nor does it require that many accessories.
A clean and neat ponytail is enough at your age; it’s youthful and vibrant.”
She used a wooden comb to smooth Yan Qiaoqiao’s hair, considering its length.
Just past the neck, touching the shoulders, not long, but not considered short either—a crisp ponytail seemed just right.
However, the hair hadn’t been trimmed for a while; the ends were a bit rough.
But that’s the convenience of a ponytail, simply tied at the back, all imperfections become less obvious.
Zhao Yingjun gripped the hair at the back of Yan Qiaoqiao’s head with the cusp of her hand.
Then, she took out a blue elastic hairband and directly slid it on, wrapping around the hair twice from inside to out, and a fresh ponytail was done.
The length of the fringe and temples were just right, and didn’t need any special arranging.
Zhao Yingjun couldn’t help but think that indeed, good looks and youthfulness are king.
With Yan Qiaoqiao’s doll-like delicate features, snow-like skin, and lively big eyes…
no matter how one styles her, it’s hard to make her look bad.
“As for makeup, you’re too young for it, plus your skin is so good, you don’t need makeup.
Let’s leave it at that, and I’ll clip a hair clip at the front.”
Since the hairband tying the ponytail at the back was blue, wide, and conspicuous,
The hairstyle at the front also needed a small decorative piece to balance the color difference and make it visually more comfortable.
A simple light pink metal clip would do.
Plain but crisp and stylish.
Zhao Yingjun clipped the metal hair clip just above Yan Qiaoqiao’s fringe, and that completed the makeover.
Zhao Yingjun found herself unconsciously feeling like she was playing with dolls in her childhood, selecting dresses for her doll.
It was a very nice feeling.
Indeed, dressing up one’s own child was far more interesting than dressing oneself.
“You’re quite slim and not suited for tight clothes; they’d make you look too scrawny and weak, which isn’t attractive.
let’s go with a dress.”
Zhao Yingjun smiled and searched through the bags for a cute dress.
She had rarely worn dresses in her life.
She couldn’t remember her childhood clearly, but ever since school, she had practically never worn a dress.
She didn’t like wearing dresses.
Yan Qiaoqiao should be suitable, and it also made up for her own regret of not being fit for cute clothing.
Zhao Yingjun chose for Yan Qiaoqiao a beige-colored, simple and sophisticated dress with no excessive patterns or decorations.
It suited Yan Qiaoqiao very well.
Because Yan Qiaoqiao, though not tall at 151 cm, had particularly good proportions with long legs and a naturally high waist, she was naturally suited to wear this kind of minimalist, fresh style clothing.
“Alright, stand up and have a look in the mirror.”
Zhao Yingjun finished up.
Yan Qiaoqiao walked over to the full-length mirror next to her, swaying her body from side to side:
Concise and clear in her opinion.
Zhao Yingjun inadvertently smiled.