Louis hurriedly asked: "Miss Song, did you bring any dresses? Or you can choose the dresses in our studio. Don't worry, our studio has cooperation with international first-line big brands, and they are guaranteed to be the latest styles of this season."
"Huo Qi—"
Huo Yunque did not return to the sofa, but sat next to Song Yaoyao.
Hearing this, he made a faint sound.
Huo Qi immediately turned around and returned to the car, and quickly came back with a gift box.
The fill light on the vanity mirror was very bright. The man propped his chin and sat quietly by the side with a casual expression.
He looked extraordinarily young, the texture of the sweater neutralized his overly stern temperament, a pair of long legs that had no place to rest naturally overlapped, just watching Louis put on Song Yaoyao's makeup in a neutral manner.
Louie's hands were shaking and he wanted to cry.
Anyway, he is also a makeup artist who has been in contact with countless big names, but this is the famous Mr. Huo, who is still sitting next to him, staring at him with 'eyes like a tiger'.
It gave Louis the illusion that whenever he dared to touch the girl with his hand, or wherever his eyes looked, the girl would shoot him down.
Song Yaoyao felt the makeup brush sweeping back and forth on her face. With her eyes closed, all her senses would be magnified in an instant.
The man sitting next to him has a strong sense of presence and cannot be ignored.
The dimples on Song Yaoyao's cheeks were sunken, as if filled with honey, "Brother, are you there?"
She stretched out her little hand quietly, and crawled along the table.
"Paji—"
The hand was caught by a big palm, and the man's melodious and magnetic voice rang in his ear, "Song Yaoyao, be quiet."
The girl's hand was soft and boneless, like a ball of cotton in her hand, with slender fingers and well-proportioned flesh and bones.
"Okay~"
Song Yaoyao snickered, anyway, her goal had been achieved.
Louis and the stylist looked at each other silently, and they both saw deep sadness in their own eyes.
There is a big Buddha sitting beside him, exuding a sense of oppression all the time. That's fine, but the two of them held hands brazenly!
He refused to eat this dog food! !
After thinking about it, after entering the working state, Louis still showed his technical level as an international famous makeup artist. Even though the girl's facial features were already in good condition, he was still picky and constantly wanted to make her more beautiful. Perfect, more perfect—
When the final result appeared in front of his eyes, Louis' eyes lit up.
"God! Miss Song, believe me, you will be the most dazzling pearl at the banquet tonight!"
The girl's long black hair was permed into soft and fluffy curls, and the already excellent eyebrows were modified and described to make them look more delicate. The pupils of the eyes are black and white, like a pool of autumn water. Her curled eyelashes became even more curled, with distinct roots and eye shadows that were too pale to be seen, but Louis chose extra bold eyeliner.
The smoky purple eyeliner draws a small upward tail along the root of the eyelashes.
In the blink of an eye, you will find that her eyes are also coated with glittering sequins, which look like diamonds under the light, and the brilliance in her eyes is shining brightly.
Song Yaoyao looked at herself in the mirror, looked left and right happily, and then praised Louis sincerely, "Mr. Louis, I like this makeup very much."
"It is my honor to be liked by you."
There is nothing more satisfying than being recognized for your skills.
Especially the girl's voice is soft and waxy. When she praises others, her tone is just rightly sweet, which is very pleasing.
After the words fell, the temperature in the dressing room dropped suddenly.