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Chapter 521 Nan Song: "Miss Ning, I know you're a straight person, but you don't need to use your mouth, do you?"

But fortunately, it was already seven o'clock in the morning when he woke up, so Nan Song's sleep quality was not delayed.

It's just that when he stood in the bathroom and brushed his teeth in front of the mirror, thinking of his son's coquettish appearance with Shen Du in the dream, Nan Song still felt a little angina.

What a fool, isn't this dream heralding something?

Does it indicate that she will have a son who is as good as Shen Du in the future? ? ?
Nan Song is a little bit afraid of pia.

But the last time she had a dream, she clearly dreamed that she had given birth to a daughter.

It seems that dreams are not accurate and cannot be trusted.

Thinking of this, Nan Song finally felt relieved.
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After having breakfast in the room, Nan Song arrived at the program recording site.

She doesn't have the habit of bringing a makeup artist, and she has always been responsible for her makeup.

Before the official recording started, the makeup artist of the program group came forward to ask for advice and asked if it was necessary to touch up the makeup. Nan Song thought about it and agreed.

The make-up artist who was in charge of touching up her makeup was a pretty young girl with a ball head and crooked eyebrows when she smiled.

The little girl approached Nan Song with an air cushion, blowing rainbow farts while touching up her makeup.

"Mr. Nan, your skin condition is really good! There is no trace of wrinkle, and the collagen is so rich, it looks almost the same as skin."

What Nan Song thought was: That's natural, otherwise wouldn't my usual tens of thousands of lady-level cosmetics be useless?

But the pride in my heart is pride, and it can't be too obvious.

"Not at all, just so-so."

The little makeup artist girl saw that her skin was so good and she was so humble, her eyes almost turned into stars, and she was instantly fancied.

Ning Yanke, who was sitting not far away and was also touching up her makeup, suddenly let out a light snort.

Nan Song didn't respond, but the little girl who was a make-up artist who was touching up her makeup paused for a moment, then turned her head and glanced at the person next to her.

"Miss Ning, do you need any help?"

In fact, she needs a fart's help, after all, there is a makeup artist next to her who is serving her one-on-one.

Asking a symbolic question is just to save face for her.

Ning Yanke squinted at the makeup artist girl, and said in a strange way: "I don't need any help from people who open their eyes and talk nonsense."

Makeup artist girl: "."

The meaning of Ning Yanke's words was obvious, she was saying that she was talking nonsense when she praised Nansong's skin just now.

On the surface, it sounds like he is teasing her, but in fact, he is really targeting Nan Song.

The makeup artist girl was also afraid that Nan Song would take Ning Yanke's words into her heart, so she hurriedly opened her mouth to explain.

"Mr. Nan, I didn't open my eyes and tell lies. I really think your skin is very good."

The little girl spoke sincerely, Nan Song smiled softly: "Well, I know, don't be nervous."

The next second, Nan Song turned his head to look at Ning Yanke, and sneered in his heart.

I really fucked your mother.

At first, she only thought of treating Ning Yanke as a fart. After all, it is a very cheap thing to fight an idiot head-on.

However, Nan Song only found out now that this girl seems to think that she has a good temper. Did she misunderstand her? ? ?
In order to eliminate Ning Yanke's misunderstanding of herself, Nan Song didn't give her any face this time.

"Miss Ning, I know you are straight, but you don't need to use your mouth, do you?"

"puff!"

The makeup artist girl standing next to Nan Song couldn't hold back her laughter for a moment, and neither could the makeup artist who touched up Ning Yanke's makeup.

Ning Yanke didn't turn her head around, and spent several seconds thinking about what Nan Song's words meant.

When I realized later that I was being scolded, my face with heavy makeup was distorted.

".Who are you talking about you!"

Nan Song looked at her with a calm expression, and a charming and elegant smile on the corner of his lips: "I will say whoever is shameless."

Ning Yanke had a fierce look in her eyes, and she got up from her seat with a "bass", because her movements were too large, the hands of the makeup artist who was reapplying her lipstick were twisted a lot.

A touch of bright lipstick is instantly smeared out of bounds, and the makeup effect is out of control.

Ning Yanke turned her head and looked in the mirror, she was going crazy, she turned her face and glared at the makeup artist, she was completely different from the delicate girl group members that people usually see on the Internet.

"How do you touch up your makeup! If you don't know how to put on makeup, get out early!"

The make-up artist was obviously taken aback by her shameless shrew attitude, but she still had the courage to explain for herself.

"Miss Ning, it's obviously you who stood up suddenly, I don't think it's my business."

Ning Yanke was slapped in the face by Nan Song first, and now her lipstick was smeared crookedly. She had long wanted to find an excuse to vent her anger. Seeing that the makeup artist dared to talk back to her, she felt even more angry.

As she spoke, she pushed the innocent makeup artist vigorously, and raised her hands high.

Seeing that her slap was about to fall, Nan Song quickly stepped forward and grabbed Ning Yanke's wrist.

The beating action was suddenly stopped, Ning Yanke's eyes were full of anger, she stared at Nan Song: "Let me go!"

When Nan Song let go, she really let go of the person, but at the moment of letting go, she deliberately pulled her strength a little to the side.

Ning Yanke was thrown so staggeringly that she almost lost her footing.

After realizing it, she was about to curse, when Ning Yanke caught a glimpse of a person approaching from the corner of her eye.

It's Wang Quan.

It was too late and then too soon, Ning Yanke tilted her waist, supported the dressing table weakly, and instantly changed into a delicate and innocent white lotus.

"Mr. Nan, if I say something wrong, can I apologize to you? Don't hit me"

Nan Song:? ? ?
If you don't perform Sichuan opera and change your face, you're so talented, what kind of girl group are you still playing with?
The two girls who are makeup artists also:? ? ?

Nan Song's back was facing Wang Quan, so he couldn't see anyone.

But relying on her previous experience of pretending to be an innocent little white lotus, seeing Ning Yanke's fascinated fake and weak appearance, she made a calculation——

If nothing else, it should be Wang Quan who came.

Thinking of this, Nan Song turned his head slowly and gracefully, meeting Wang Quan's eyes.

Yo, she was fucking right.

She is simply a little genius.

Nan Song gave a light snort without hesitation, looked away, and his eyes fell on Ning Yanke's face.

"How can such a few lines be enough? You have to say a few more lines to be more effective."

Ning Yanke: "."

Seeing her deflated look, Nan Song said again: "What? Can I fix it for you?"

"."

Wang Quan was bullied at Nansong's place yesterday, and his behavior has been restrained a bit today, so he pretended he didn't see anything, went straight past them, and walked towards his dressing table.

(End of this chapter)