Feng Nai lowered his eyes, slid the phone and locked it.
Then he closed his eyes and let the makeup artist toss on his face.
In fact, neither of them needed to change anything.
It's just a little grooming and a haircut.
Of course, the show also prepared costumes.
The director felt that Feng Nai's private server was fine.
After all, Young Master Feng, who can shoot magazines with a single poke, is expensive even for the most inconspicuous bracelet on his wrist.
Compared with these, what the program provides is really too cheap.
But Mo Bei was different.
Not because it's ugly.
After all, if Mo Bei wears a white shirt casually, there will be a clear wind from the grass and trees.
There will be no character problems.
It's the director's eyes that can tell at a glance that he is undoubtedly a senior fan.
Prepared at least three sets of clothes for Mo Bei.
When Mo Bei stood in front of the mirror, his young body was put on a dark suit jacket with a white T-shirt inside, and his side face was white and transparent with a cold white complexion, as if it was the best porcelain jade, which made people look at it Want to watch again.
Sure enough, she, Nanshen, was exactly as she thought, and this kind of ascetic style suit was the most suitable.
Two people stand together.
It's really a good match.
Feng Nai was half a head taller than Mo Bei.
A careless slouch.
A scrupulous clarity.
Just such a picture, when doing those interactions for a while, it still doesn't touch people's hearts.
The director took a deep breath, and she couldn't help but want to start quickly.
At this time, I don't know who said a word.
"Director Wu, Lengshen and the others are here."
There was some faint turmoil in the backstage again.
cold god
Mo Bei frowned slightly.
The Huan Leng that her brother knew
It seems that things are not as simple as recording a program.
The thought just crossed her mind.
Over there, people were surrounded and walked in.
The man was still wearing a battle uniform, his hair was pure black, and his nose was very straight, as if he was of mixed race. Because he was too tall, he could be seen at a glance.
Mo Bei's eyes deepened as the man approached.
But nothing could be seen on the face.
It's still so light that people can't see anything wrong.
But only Mo Bei knew.
This person saw her brother wearing a skirt that day.
And he was different from Feng Nai.
Feng Nai had never had contact with her brother before.
The meeting is not more than a few times.
Probably only because they are the bosses in school.
But they didn't fight each other.
Huan Leng is different.
He trained with her brother.
Even more her brother than Lu Yifan.
It's just that Huan Leng didn't know her existence.
That kind of people.
How could she not be exposed by him in front of him.
Mo Bei's hands hanging in the sleeves of his suit tightened slightly.
In the eyes of outsiders, she seems to have not changed at all, with a slender figure and a pair of very pale eyes.
In fact, she was thinking about how to deal with it.
Fortunately, her brother said that the last time Huan Leng saw him wearing a skirt, he didn't want to see him anymore.
This time if she doesn't take the initiative to speak.
That person probably wouldn't speak either.
However, there are still unexpected places.
Just another person.
"Mo Nan, hi, we met again, this time you are more normal, let alone, you look handsome in a suit."
Mo Bei didn't know the speaker.
But seeing that the man was following Huan Leng, and with the uniform of the same color on his body, it was not difficult to determine his identity.
But, who is this...
(end of this chapter)