She turned bad

Chapter 54 Makeup Artist

Zhao Xuan's own phone really couldn't be helped, he knew that his grandpa must be looking for him because of Yan Chengmo's matter, but he had to answer it: "Hey, grandpa." "Hey, Xiao Zhao, have you eaten yet?" The old man said with a smile.

"Eat, grandpa, what do you want from me?" Zhao Xuan went to the corner, stared at Yan Chengmo through the gap in the kitchen door, and talked with grandpa on the phone.

"Xiao Zhao, tell me what that bastard Yan Chengmo is up to—"

Zhao Xuan talked in detail about Yan Chengmo's life and work, and talked with his grandfather over and over again for an hour, and finally got him to hang up the phone.

call--

Zhao Xuan put away his mobile phone, walked to Yan Chengmo's side, lowered his voice and deliberately whispered in Yan Chengmo's ear: "My grandpa, every time I make a call, it's you who say Chengmo, and my ears—"

Yan Chengmo immediately smiled and handed Zhao Xuan a glass of warm lemon and honey water.

Zhao Xuan took the warm lemon and honey water, looked at Yan Chengmo who was full of smiles, Yan Chengmo, who rarely smiled, smiled so sweetly, that Zhao Xuan couldn't say a word.

Zhao Xuan looked down and saw that it was his favorite lemon honey water. He smelled the fragrance of honey with joy, couldn't help but took a big sip, and nodded with satisfaction. The lemon honey water made by Yan Chengmo was really delicious. !

What Yan Chengmo eats and drinks can be different from others, and can also be customized to suit your taste, neither hot nor cold, neither sour nor sweet, everything is just right!

"Zhao Xuan, come out and tell you something."

"What's the matter?" Why did Zhao Xuan feel that his cousin was courting him, which made him afraid to continue drinking the lemon and honey water in his hand.

"come out!"

The two old cousins ​​walked into the rest room, Yan Chengmo saw that there was no one outside the door, he closed the door and looked back at Zhao Xuan, who was half shorter than him.

"How much money do you have in your card?" Yan Chengmo stroked the thick black hair on his head. Whenever he was uncomfortable, he liked to reach out and stroke his hair.

"Why?" Zhao Xuan turned to the side of the white wall in the lounge, looking at Yan Chengmo with a face of resistance.

"Lend me first, isn't this a new store just opened? A lot of things need money, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is here, and the bonuses for ordering moon cakes have to be spent. How can you pay one hundred thousand?" Yan Chengmo pulled Zhao Xuan around and turned around .

"You borrowed 20 from me for the opening of your new store. Don't you have any savings from being a chef for so many years?" Zhao Xuan looked at Yan Chengmo with a pointed mouth, and he put down the lemonade after speaking.

Zhao Xuan was so nervous that he reached out to touch the folded wallet in his trouser pocket, and it was still hard, which made him feel more at ease.

"Tsk, long-winded, bring it." Yan Chengmo stretched out his hand forcefully, waiting for Zhao Xuan to take out the card from the black wallet, and took it away forcefully.

Zhao Xuan's slender fingers were still holding on to his bank card, unwilling to let go: "You have to, you have to remember to return it to me quickly, I still have to—"

"Okay, let it go!" Yan Chengmo finally grabbed Zhao Xuan's bank card and immediately put it in his pocket.

Zhao Xuan pouted, put away the money and packed it in his trouser pocket, turned his head to look at the lemon and honey water on the table, and shook his head helplessly: "One hundred thousand for a glass of lemonade, it's not good at all!"

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Tang Yiling went back inside the red iron gate, went upstairs, and asked Zhang Miao to find out the cosmetics, new clothes and shoes she had bought. She sat down on the chair in the cloakroom and stared at the dressing table in a daze. There are all kinds of rouge and gouache. She rubbed a big red lipstick on her mouth, and mistook an eyeliner as an eyebrow pencil to draw on her eyebrows.

Hey!
"Zhang Sanshui, isn't Su Na who visited the restaurant privately today pretty pretty?" Tang Yiling asked Zhang Miao behind the mirror.

"Not as pretty as Ms. Tang, but—" Zhang Miao didn't dare to continue. In fact, she wanted to laugh because she noticed that Tang Yiling's eyebrows looked like Crayon Shin-chan, and her big red mouth looked like Crayon Shin-chan stole from her mother. Lipstick prank.

But Zhang Miao didn't smile, she just looked down at the wooden floor.

"Just what?" Tang Yiling frowned and looked back at Zhang Miao.

"It's just that Su Na's makeup is more in line with her temperament." After Zhang Miao gritted her teeth and looked at the ground, she no longer dared to look at Tang Yiling. She was afraid that Tang Yiling would be serious, but she laughed innocently .

"Makeup? Makeup artist——" Tang Yiling turned his face to look at Zhang Miao in the mirror: "Help me find some makeup artists, I want to hire my own imperial makeup artist!"

After Tang Yiling finished speaking, she turned her face and looked in the mirror. This girl is the eldest lady of the Tang family, so she can't go out so casually.Being half short in front of people, this feeling of insignificance is uncomfortable, especially in front of Yan Chengmo!

"Makeup artist?" Zhang Miao turned her head, then lowered her head and took out her mobile phone, then ran downstairs in a panic.

"Zhang Sanshui, I want you to contact the makeup artist. Why are you running down to the first floor!" Tang Yi was so angry that he wiped off his lipstick with a wet wipe. After waiting for a long time, Zhang Sanshui climbed upstairs.

"Contact the makeup artist, immediately! What are you doing downstairs?" Tang Yiling said fiercely.

Zhang Miao wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and nodded to Tang Yiling: "The makeup artist is on his way, and there is a makeup artist who happens to be nearby, and he can arrive in four or ten minutes."

"Well, you can find a few more. This girl has to choose carefully. I, Tang Yiling, want the best makeup artist, and I will never lose to any makeup artist in Qingshan City!"

Aunt Bai waited anxiously at the gate, waiting for the makeup artist to arrive, and immediately wanted to open the door, but she was worried that if her son failed the interview, her "prestige" in this villa would be ruined in the future, so she Calmly, let the other aunts go to open the door and let the makeup artist come in.

"Second floor." Aunt Bai raised two fingers, signaling her son to go up to the second floor, and then Aunt Bai followed nervously: "Take off your shoes, take off your shoes!"

Bai Liu had to change into a pair of disposable men's slippers. He straightened his body, pointed at the orchid and went up to the second floor. Bai Liu secretly wiped off the sweat on both sides of his temples with a sweat towel. He adjusted for a while in the air conditioner Only then did I say hello to Zhang Miao.

Zhang Miao saw that Bai Liu was as thin as a bone, with two thick male eyebrows painted on his white face. From the perspective of skin care and meticulous elements, it is not difficult to see that Bai Liu is a fanatic in the fashion industry!

"This way, please!" Zhang Miao didn't smile, and brought Bai Liu, who was about the same height as her, and the two entered the dressing room one after the other: "Miss Tang, this is the makeup artist, named Bai Liu."

Zhang Miao looked at Bai Liu from behind. She should not be much taller than her, about 170 centimeters.

It's just that Bai Liu's fluffy hairstyle is combed back, which makes her look a few centimeters taller. Maybe she is even taller than Bai Liu!
cut!
When Zhang Miao retreated outside the cloakroom, she bumped into Aunt Bai who was pretending to be on duty.

Aunt Bai put her hands together and looked at Zhang Miao with a smile on her face to express her gratitude.

But Zhang Miao just shook her head and said calmly, "Whether the job will be successful or not depends on him. You and I know Miss Tang's temperament."

Alas, Aunt Bai then stood upright again, put her hands in front of her, and looked into the cloakroom with a tense face, but unfortunately they couldn't hear the voice in the cloakroom, Aunt Bai wished she was a giraffe, poking her head into the cloakroom to listen enough .

(End of this chapter)