Inside the upstairs powder room.
Gong Xu was leaning in the spacious and comfortable seat, with one leg crossed over the other, holding a mobile phone in his hand, playing a crackling game, surrounded by a group of hair stylists, makeup artists, and stylists Go round and round.
The two little assistants next to him, one of them was holding a huge coconut in his hand, and stood attentively and carefully at the side. After Gong Xu finished playing the gap in the round, he carefully handed over the coconut to feed him a sip.
The other person was standing a few steps away, taking pictures of him non-stop.
"Brother Xu, it's finished. Can you look at these?" The assistant walked over nervously holding the camera and asked for instructions.
Gong Xu glanced at him briefly, with a look of disgust on his face, "Tsk, I didn't make my young master even a ten thousandth handsomer in the photo!"
The little assistant hurriedly flattered, "How come, Brother Xu, you have no dead ends at 365 degrees, and you are handsome no matter what you shoot!"
Gong Xu didn't feel anything about this careless compliment, and impatiently clicked on a few pictures, "This one, this one, and this one, send them to my phone, I want to post them on Weibo..."
"Okay, now!"
"Don't forget to remove the pimples on my forehead!"
"Yes Yes Yes!"
After the photo was finished, Gong Xu hugged his phone and posted a Weibo with a sad face.
First, it was accompanied by a photo of myself, and then I poked a line of words: [It’s the third day after I met you, and I still haven’t heard from you, little candied fruit, there are so many people, where should I go to find you~]
The little assistant next to him stretched his head and watched Gong Xu post that Weibo, his face turned dark immediately.
Their artistes have started to play tricks again, I'm so tired...
"Fuck! Take it easy! Do you know how precious a hair of my young master is?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" the hair stylist apologized repeatedly.
Recently, Gong Xu's mood is particularly irritable, and it's even more difficult to take care of him. They can only follow the bad luck...
A roomful of people were coaxing the little ancestor tremblingly, when suddenly there was a loud "bang" at the door, and the door was kicked open from the outside.
I saw a young man standing at the door with a leisurely expression. After lazily glancing at the people in the room, his eyes fell on Gong Xu with a half-smile.
Gong Xu stared at the man who dared to kick the door of his dressing room, his eyes slightly frowned, "Who are you?"
The little assistant next to Gong Xu glanced at the person, and quickly whispered in Gong Xu's ear, "Brother Xu, he is the Ye Bai I told you about before... this kid probably knows that you stole him." Luo Chen's character is looking for trouble!"
"He is Ye Bai..." Gong Xu raised his eyebrows.
After locking on to the target, without saying a word, Ye Wanwan walked towards Gong Xu's direction step by step with the corner of her mouth curled up, and then stepped on Gong Xu's chair.
A strong sense of oppression suddenly hit his face, Gong Xu shrank back subconsciously, and shouted loudly, "Hey, what do you want to do? Rebel!"
"Ye Bai! What do you want to do!" The two little assistants were also in a hurry, shouting towards the outside while yelling, "Security! Where are the security guards!"
Ye Wanwan unhurriedly opened a photo on her phone, put it in front of Gong Xu's eyes, and showed him a look.
The moment Gong Xu who was yelling saw the photo, his eyes straightened.
Fuck!
This... Isn't this his little candied fruit! ! !
Why does this kid have a picture of his little candied fruit