Net King's Absolute Shutdown

When I got up early in the morning, I was dragged to the dressing room to change clothes. Fortunately, I did it by myself. The eyes of those maids were terrible, and they looked really gloomy.

I don't know how many pieces have been changed before Ryoko Atobe and Fuka Atobe nodded in satisfaction. I really want to change out such clothes. It's not very complicated at first, but if I want to wear them until night, I will doubt myself It will be directly crushed, and then it will not grow taller.

After the clothes were changed, it was already noon, and I thought I was going to starve to death, and luckily a maid brought in the lunch, so that my stomach would feel better.

After lunch, it's work in the afternoon. I really don't know what else they will do in the afternoon. Women are really scary, and not just scary, regardless of age, and their eyes are absolutely terrifying to the extreme.

Seeing the few remaining invitation letters on the table, my eyes became more indifferent. I asked Qian to help me send a few to the people in the news department. What do you think, I'm really looking forward to it, but I think the expressions of those people should be very interesting.

Just about to go to rest for a while, who knew the door was opened.

"Second Young Master, I'm your stylist." Five or six stylists walked in, and then pressed me directly in front of the mirror, and began to hold the makeup box at me.

What a trouble, what kind of makeup are you wearing?It’s better to be true to myself, besides, I don’t know what I will look like after putting on makeup. When I thought about the filming of the MV, the director asked the makeup artist to put on some heavy makeup on me on a whim, but I was scared when I went out. Dizzy a lot of people.

Just sitting on the sofa chair like this, being constantly teased by those people, I just want to knock them all out, and then I slip away by myself.

The brush is on my face, the foundation is rubbing on my face, and then there are eyebrow pencils and other things all over my face. I suspect that my skin will become much thicker because of these things.

After about an hour or so, I finally came out alive. Then I looked at the person in the mirror, I was helpless, and several stylists were completely fainted. Have they ever seen such a big difference between makeup and no makeup?It's just too scary.

"Second...Second Young Master, it's better to wash it." A stylist woke up from a faint, then looked at me very hard, and finally opened his mouth with even more difficulty. After speaking, he was about to fall down.

I nodded, ignored the fainted people around me, and went to the bathroom to wash my face slowly.

"Oh my god, the second young master is really handsome." A female stylist clutched her chest.

"Not only is he handsome, he is simply beautiful." A male stylist also looked like a nympho.

"But how can boys use beauty?"

"Idiot, the second young master has broken through the boundaries between men and women."

"I suddenly feel that the second young master is much prettier than the eldest young master."

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Listening to those arguments, my face turned black. These people are really speechless. If they are heard by Atobe, they will definitely go crazy, and they may beat them, that's for sure.

After washing for a long time, I finally washed it clean, but after I walked out, those stylists fainted again, what is watery hibiscus, what is pure and seductive, several stylists were angry, why there is such a perfect people.

"Drag these people out." I said helplessly, and then several tall bodyguards came in and removed those people on the ground. I was sweating, but luckily there was someone to help.

There is no stylist, but luckily I can do my own hair, so it is still a good saying 'do it yourself and have enough food and clothing. 'I took the makeup from the dressing table, wiped it on my face a little, then applied a little brown eye shadow, and then used spray dye to dye my hair a darker purple, which is probably the same as Atobu's Hair color is almost there.

Then I hung a black chain-shaped necklace. Because it is thicker and more handsome, it looks a little bit mismatched with me, but it has a kind of elegance that doesn't match.

After searching for a long time, I finally found the belt. Why did I forget this thing in the corner?It was too careless, picked up the belt and shook it, then pinned it on the waist, buckled it lightly, and took a picture in front of the mirror, finally it looked more harmonious now.