The manager's voice sounded hoarse, and his anxious look even carried a little girlish joy. Shu Liao
I looked at Qu He in surprise, and the latter gave me an innocent look, and saw that the store manager was already holding a peach blossom with a heart guilty:
"Oh, I really didn't expect that he would come too! He is actually the special guest today, he is the idol of my youth!"
In fact, the store manager looks only 25 or 16 years old. When she was young, it was probably when she was in high school. I laughed and teased:
"Isn't it a crush?"
Her face suddenly blushed, and she gave me an annoying look:
"hate."
I twitched the corners of my mouth, shaking with goose bumps and inherited the phrase "hate".
However, Qu He suddenly looked at me unhesitatingly, and strode to another temporarily set up tent.
"Go make-up." His voice also sounded a little unhappy, but the store manager nodded repeatedly behind him:
"Oh, yes, right, you guys hurry up and put on makeup, and the catwalk will start in a while!"
I had to increase my steps to cooperate, and from time to time I looked up to observe the handsome face suddenly pulled down by this person, thought about it, and said:
"There used to be a person called a telephone. One day, he was walking on the road and hung up as he walked."
"... Hmm." This reaction really broke the heart of the cold joke.
This temporary backstage looks pretty professional. There are mirrors and hangers. Several busy makeup artists are applying makeup to the models who are about to be on stage. One of them, an older man, saw the two of us come in and stretched out his hand to say hello:
"Come on, I just finished one, which of you two will come first?" He looked very kind, and I pushed Qu He in front of him and answered with a smile:
"Hey, let him melt first." Sitting on one of the chairs, I nodded seriously, "Give him a smoky makeup."
"Huh? Your girl has a good vision. Your boyfriend's facial features are very exquisite. A smoky makeup could not be better!" This makeup artist may have good skills, but his eyesight is not good, so she and Qu He piled up as soon as she opened her mouth. Piles.
I rolled my eyes, trying to maintain my innocence:
"He is my tutor."
"Haha, did the tutor kiss me?"
He smiled heartily, and I was shocked to realize that before the kiss ended, Qu He did indeed bite me, and subconsciously reached out to touch the lips of my lips. It was really a little painful, numb and numb...
Yaya's Quhe, your mother's legs!
The person I resented was sitting obediently in front of the makeup mirror as if he was in a much better mood, and allowed the talented makeup artist to smear his face, and immediately responded with my gaze.
Several men and women who had put on their makeup all sat on the side to rest, occasionally talking slightly.
Not knowing what was going on, there was a sudden quarrel. With the sound of glass shattering, a girl clutched her injured and bleeding left hand, her delicate makeup had tears of grievance on her face, and a boy next to her was anxious and worried. The ground supported her, and opposite them stood a arrogant girl, with her chin raised high and her nostrils facing the sky.
"Well, who was I at the time? Your father was still my father's driver! Why, are you not used to being a servant for so long? You actually came here to be a book model! You are very confident!"
In words, I learned some information more or less. The injured girl lowered her eyes and trembled all over. The boy who was holding her looked angry. Seeing that she was about to rush up to hit someone, she was firmly held back by the girl.
"No, Zihao, I'm fine..."
"I'll take you to the hospital." The boy endured, he straightened his lips and carefully helped the girl to the door.
When the arrogant girl saw the affectionate look of the two people, she became even more angry, kicking down a support hanger under her feet, and her voice was sharp:
"An Zihao! You really only like a beautiful woman like her, don't you?! Even looking at me is dirty for her, isn't it!"
The people watching the play vaguely understood something and whispered to each other in a whisper.
I smack my tongue, co-authoring is still such a bloody plot.
"She is ugly or beautiful, both of which I like, and you, no matter how beautiful you are, you won't get my half attention." The boy did not look back, leaving only a cold back for the girl behind him who was holding back tears.
The light outside the tent is bright, my heart beats, it seems that something has been overlooked...
I couldn't help squinting at the weak girl who was guarded by the boy. I was surprised to catch the glitz in her eyes.
Well
"You have never approached me seriously, so why do you directly abandon me from your world like this?" The originally arrogant girl suddenly half-leaned on her companion weakly. She didn't cry, but her expression was more ugly than crying. .
"You never cared about my grievance." She stretched out her hand to cover her face, and spit out stiffly from the corner of her mouth:
"Forget it, An Zihao, goodbye."
The boy just hesitated for a moment, and left without reluctantly holding the girl in his arms.
Everything suddenly returned to the original noisy and busy order, only the girl sat quietly on the ground, smiling bitterly.
"I want to say that your method is not right." I stood in front of her and said, feeling a bit sad. In front of Fu Tianchen, why didn't I always expose my worst self like this, but it was always a bystander. "You must never have a good conversation with him. Zhang Ya and Wu claws are your only posture in front of him, right?"
She looked up at me blankly, losing some of her look in her eyes. Only then did I realize that she was actually really beautiful, but this kind of makeup didn't suit her well.
After thinking about it, I stretched out my hand to pull her up, held her in front of the makeup mirror along the way, took the various cosmetics on one side, and started to remove and reapply makeup familiarly.
"Your inferiority complex is because you feel that you are not beautiful enough, but not all men will like beautiful women."
I am more and more admired by my own theoretical summaries, but my subordinates still earnestly powdered her and praised her from time to time:
"Girl, you are already beautiful."
"I didn't want to talk like that," the girl suddenly spoke with a dazed expression, "but I can't think of a way to get his attention. If the bad girl can get his eyes... I..."
"No, if he likes you, he should like you who are the most authentic, instead of wrapping yourself tightly and always doing things against your will." I feel that I have said too reasonable and appropriate. I should have received a lot of admiration eyes, but it was because some people didn't support me very much.
"Haha..." It was Qu He who gave me a chilly look from another place.
In fact, there are so many people looking at me, but I can clearly feel which gaze belongs to him, especially when he smiles so deeply.
I raised my eyes and asked:
"Master Quhe, what can you advise?"
He smiled back at me:
"Fifty steps laugh a hundred steps."