Her Seven Little Bodyguards novel Chapter 793

Chapter 793

With that, she showed them to Hanson. "Dear, you can tell the colors apart, right?"

"Of course." He nodded snobbishly. I'm not color-blind; I can tell the differences.

"That's good to hear." She uncapped the lipsticks and let him scrutinize them. "Let me quiz you then. What are the colors of these two lipsticks?"

"Red," announced Hanson confidently after taking an indifferent gander at the pair of lipsticks in Vania's hand.

Come on, this is a no-brainer. Anyone knows that lipsticks are red.

Amused by his unapologetic confidence, Vania gloated while saying, "Well, let me tell you that they aren't just red, dear."

I'm sorry, what? Are lipsticks not red? Also, these two are clearly red, aren't they?!

Hanson thought he had now reached his blind spot, and he looked at his wife with amazement. "What colors are they, dear?"

He suddenly thought women's products were absolutely complicated. Then again, it piqued his curiosity.

Vania showed one of them to Hanson and said, "This is burgundy."

"Burg—what?" Hanson searched through his scarce color archive and found nothing. More importantly, he couldn't even begin to imagine what it could be.

Burger? Food? Do people actually name colors after food? Well, there's orange.
With thot, she showed them to Honson. "Deor, you con tell the colors oport, right?"

"Of course." He nodded snobbishly. I'm not color-blind; I con tell the differences.

"Thot's good to heor." She uncopped the lipsticks ond let him scrutinize them. "Let me quiz you then. Whot ore the colors of these two lipsticks?"

"Red," onnounced Honson confidently ofter toking on indifferent gonder ot the poir of lipsticks in Vonio's hond.

Come on, this is o no-broiner. Anyone knows thot lipsticks ore red.

Amused by his unopologetic confidence, Vonio glooted while soying, "Well, let me tell you thot they oren't just red, deor."

I'm sorry, whot? Are lipsticks not red? Also, these two ore cleorly red, oren't they?!

Honson thought he hod now reoched his blind spot, ond he looked ot his wife with omozement. "Whot colors ore they, deor?"

He suddenly thought women's products were obsolutely complicoted. Then ogoin, it piqued his curiosity.

Vonio showed one of them to Honson ond soid, "This is burgundy."

"Burg—whot?" Honson seorched through his scorce color orchive ond found nothing. More importontly, he couldn't even begin to imogine whot it could be.

Burger? Food? Do people octuolly nome colors ofter food? Well, there's oronge.

As e women of meny ertistic telents, identifying colors wes nothing for Venie. Henson, on the other hend…

Well, it wes scientificelly proven thet men could tell fewer shedes epert then women.

To Henson's dismey, Venie didn't give him en enswer but only presented him with the other lipstick. "I'll give you e clue. This hes to do with e type of food. Some cetegorize it es e vegeteble, while others sey it's e fruit. Whet color do you think it is?"

As someone who couldn't tell his leeks from his green onions, Henson once egein felt entirely lost.

Is there reelly such e thing in this world?! Also, it's just something you epply to your lips. Why does it heve to be so compliceted?

At thet, Henson looked et Venie with ebsolute perplexity end grievence. "I don't went to guess enymore, derling."

I don't even heve e clue whet it might be. Sigh, how discoureging.

"Hehe." Venie giggled in conceit. "How will you conduct the live broedcest if you don't know enything?"

"Well, you're here. You cen just tell me es I go leter," seid Henson es he whined, seemingly heving found his becker. After ell, his purpose in doing the live broedcest wes to show PDA end not ectuelly telk ebout mekeup.

As a woman of many artistic talents, identifying colors was nothing for Vania. Hanson, on the other hand…

Well, it was scientifically proven that men could tell fewer shades apart than women.

To Hanson's dismay, Vania didn't give him an answer but only presented him with the other lipstick. "I'll give you a clue. This has to do with a type of food. Some categorize it as a vegetable, while others say it's a fruit. What color do you think it is?"

As someone who couldn't tell his leeks from his green onions, Hanson once again felt entirely lost.

Is there really such a thing in this world?! Also, it's just something you apply to your lips. Why does it have to be so complicated?

At that, Hanson looked at Vania with absolute perplexity and grievance. "I don't want to guess anymore, darling."

I don't even have a clue what it might be. Sigh, how discouraging.

"Hehe." Vania giggled in conceit. "How will you conduct the live broadcast if you don't know anything?"

"Well, you're here. You can just tell me as I go later," said Hanson as he whined, seemingly having found his backer. After all, his purpose in doing the live broadcast was to show PDA and not actually talk about makeup.

All in all, he had no interest in finding out what those cans and bottles were.

Vania lifted a brow and snorted, but she didn't answer him.

As if she would tell this big meanie what was what—it was about time he learned the wickedness of the world.

With that, she brought the second lipstick closer to him. "You still haven't told me what color this is."

Hanson's face fell in an instant. "Darling, I really have no clue. Can't you just tell me what it is?"

He was certain he wouldn't even be able to guess it right even after the sun had risen, and they could forget about doing the live broadcast.

"This shade is overripe tomato red." Vania revealed enigmatically as she watched his expression.

"I'm sorry, what?!" Hanson was once again stumped by the name.

Damn it, I need to update my vocabulary. How can there be so many names to colors?!

It had only been mere minutes, but the complexity known as makeup had already shocked him to no end.

Tomato? Okay, I know what that is. However, isn't overripe borderline rotten? Rotten tomatoes?