After kicking out my ex-husband, his brother and I got back together.

She immediately looked at Song Mulan who was standing aside. Fortunately, Song Mulan was there at the right time.

At this time, the roommates Qi Shu, Jiajia, Zhou Lin and Yang Chule all ran over.

Coming from the crowd, Zhou Lin said to the crowd:

"Students, Alice, please go and take a rest first. Students who are applying for jobs can just come to us for consultation."

Then he looked sharply at the person holding the camera behind him and shouted: "I hope media friends will be careful and don't hit the students with your lens."

"You guys should go back first, Alice needs to take a rest."

Here, Song Muran circled Yang Jingyi in front of him and walked to the back of the stage step by step.

"Let's go backstage to avoid it. I will host the party in the evening, so I was assigned a lounge."

Yang Jingyi was walking quickly and chatting with Song Muran. She was surprised and said:

"Why didn't I hear you say you wanted to host? Then you really listened to the Almighty."

This kid actually wants to be the host, but his voice is indeed very magnetic, not a rich subwoofer, but a calm youthful voice.

Especially the sound coming from the phone or the microphone is even more magnetic.

After hearing this, Song Muran lowered his head and glanced at her and said:

"Just a favor."

After all, for college activities, students who are broadcasters and hosts are invited to help. They have to cross the mountaintop library and are too lazy to walk most of the time.

Therefore, basically the design school’s own orientation party and graduation party are hosted by students of the school.

From her freshman year to her senior year, Song Muran never failed to host.

This is also the main reason why the dean appreciates him. Because he often interacts with counselors and directors, his reputation with them is quite good.

Finally, Yang Jingyi was escorted by Song Muran and escaped from the media outside.

Campus security also came to the officialdom to maintain order.

Song Muran took Yang Jingyi to the door of his lounge and opened the door for her.

"go in."

Song Muran tilted his head towards the inside.

Yang Jingyi walked in with a smile and looked at the dress hanging next to the makeup mirror.

He walked up to him and looked at it carefully and said:

"As expected, it's the Institute of Design and Art. The dresses are very particular!"

The fabric of the suit is smooth, and the cuffs are embellished with gold threads. The overall style is the black and gold color scheme of an aristocratic royal family.

She looked back at Song Muran.

"Then when will your makeup artist come to do your styling?"

Yang Jingyi saw that it was already four-thirty in the afternoon. If she hadn't come yet, would she be able to make it in time when the party started at six o'clock?

Song Muran put the booklet in his hand into a big black bag, then looked at Yang Jingyi and said:

"There is no makeup artist, so I usually do it myself, or my classmates help me."

Song Muran originally had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and her skin was also very good, and she was also glowing white.

Even light makeup can show up well under strong lighting.

Yang Jingyi shook her head and said:

"No, I still need a makeup artist to do it."

Yang Jingyi was about to contact her own resources, took out her mobile phone and said:

"Wait a minute and I'll ask."

Just as he was about to turn on his phone and ask, Song Muran grabbed the hand holding the phone.

"It's too late to contact me now even if I'm nearby. I have to go to the duet at 5:30."

Song Muran had deep eyes and a smile on his lips. Yang Jingyi was stunned for a moment.

Song Muran continued: "How about."

"Thank you for your hard work, please help me."

When he said this, Song Muran did not let go and still held Yang Jingyi's hand.

For a moment, the bewitching voice and the warmth of the fingertips came, and a blush gradually overflowed Yang Jingyi's face.

She swallowed slightly, nodded calmly and said:

"Okay, after all, I'm a show designer, so this can be done easily." After saying that, she slightly pulled away his hand.

Then he pointed at the dress and said:

"Young man, go change your clothes first!"

Song Muran was secretly happy when he saw this, his plan had succeeded.

In fact, there are students in the college who major in pretending, but he has such a good opportunity to get along with them now.

It’s better not to come to students who are pretending.

He nodded and obediently took off the dress and walked behind the changing curtain.

Yang Jingyi sat calmly in front of the makeup mirror and began to count the cosmetics on the table.

Coupled with the two lipsticks and powder in her waist bag, the tools are complete.

"Although you are doing your own makeup, the tools are still very complete. They look like they are used by professional makeup artists."

"Letting you make it your own is really overkill."

As he spoke, he was testing colors.

At this time, Song Mulan, who was behind the curtain, sent a message to his pretending friend, saying that someone was helping him with the pretending today, so that he didn't have to come over today.

My friend who is a makeup artist is so happy because she doesn’t have to climb a mountain anymore.

Then she sent a message and responded to Yang Jingyao:

"Yes, I will do it simply myself. I'm not very good at it."

Then began to change clothes.

Then the rest room became quiet, and the only sound was the rustling sound of Song Mu Ran changing into a dress inside.

Although Yang Jingyi didn't look, her ears listened.

My heart was rumbling. I thought this little boy was very cute when I was a child. He was small, with big eyes and fair skin.

Now he is twenty-two years old and handsome.

This feeling of being suddenly out of the world is really wonderful.

After thinking about it, I suddenly heard Song Muran inside asking in a confused tone:

"Hey, how do you tie this tie? I've learned a lot of tricks but I still haven't learned how to do it."

There was a bit of grievance in his tone, and he was mumbling.

Yang Jingyi was outside as an off-field coach: "Can you just go around in a circle and pass the other end from below?"

It sounds like Song Muran still hasn't finished his tie.

She sighed softly and said:

"You change it out and I'll tie it for you."

Song Muran smiled behind the curtain, and her goal was achieved again.

He pretended that he didn't know how to tie it, opened the curtain and walked towards her.

Yang Jingyi saw that her tall and straight figure was indeed model material.

The aristocratic prince style is even more highlighted with the blessing of clothes.

She concealed her admiration for Song Muran and said jokingly:

"Let my sister teach you how to tie a tie."

Song Muran obediently let go of her hand, raised her chin slightly, and asked Yang Jingyi to help.

Although Yang Jingyi is used to sorting out various clothing and accessories with male models.

But this time, I didn't feel as calm as I did in the workplace.

They were so close that they could feel each other's breathing.

Song Muran thought she could calm down, but her heart was pounding and her ears were flushed.

The ambiguous breath surrounded Yang Jingyi's fingertips and poured into Song Muran's eyes.

The girl in front of him was the person he had known since childhood, and the person he had quietly guarded behind the scenes when he grew up.