The little sweetie of the black-bellied king

Chapter 460

An Ran pulled the literary committee member, she herself blushed.

The make-up artist smiled and did not deny the art committee's words. Indeed, from his professional point of view, the little girl in front of him did have a very delicate face.

He started to touch An Ran's face.

The literary and art committee stood aside, pointing out whether to use this color, then asking what that color is for, and then saying that I think it is too shallow here, which annoyed the makeup artist, and the makeup artist looked up. one look.

"Would you like to come?"

The literary and art committee member shook his head like a rattle drum, and smiled awkwardly, "You come and you come, how can I do this."

The make-up artist glanced at him, then looked at An Ran again, "I don't need to apply too much, but you are a party, and if the party is too dark, you won't be able to show it."

An Ran hummed twice, but she didn't quite understand.

"It's really pretty." The makeup artist touched An Ran's face and sighed again.

The literary and art committee couldn't help but sigh, "That's right, An Ran is the mascot of our class, and many people in other classes like her, but An Ran doesn't look for other classes, she's in our class."

The makeup artist sneered, and asked back, "Then you hired your own class?"

"No." The art committee didn't feel anything wrong, and explained, "An Ran is still young, so she doesn't want to fall in love!"

The literary and art committee member kept talking again, and An Ran asked him several times if his throat was dry.He didn't feel anything at all, but when An Ran mentioned it, he drank only two glasses of water, and continued talking after drinking the water.

One made up for half an hour.

In the voice of the makeup artist saying yes, An Ran finally moved her stiff body. The makeup artist held the mirror in front of her, "Look?"

An Ran looked at her own face in the mirror, frowned, and the people in the mirror frowned, she didn't feel like herself anymore.

The literary and art committee watched and did not move.

The makeup artist looked at him, "How is it?"

The literary and art committee looked back, his face was a little red, he had a girl's image in his eyes, scratched his head, and couldn't help but take another look.

"That's all right?" An Ran asked.

"okay."

An Ran looked at the art committee, "Then what shall we do next?" To be honest, she didn't want to walk around with this face.

"Hey, wait, I'll take a picture, An Ran, sit down, and I'll take a picture." The literary and art committee quickly took out the phone and adjusted the angle, "Come on, look this way, look this way."

An Ran looked over, the art committee member felt that his face was getting hotter, but the movement of his hands didn't stop, he took five photos in a row, then looked at An Ran's face, and then looked at the photos on the phone, without saying a word.

The make-up artist looked at him with a smile, and also glanced at An Ran's delicate face. He was very satisfied, so satisfied that he was annoyed by the many students who tortured him, and his mood improved.

In the past, An Ran's small face looked delicate, with some youthful innocence and innocence in the sophistication, but now she has become a lot more mature, and the slightly raised eyeliner made her look merciful and seductive when she looked up or turned her eyes.

The makeup artist looked at the art committee member who had been staring at An Ran, and bumped him, "How is it? Doesn't it look good."

The literary and art committee member opened his mouth loudly, "It looks good."

"You drool."

The literary and art committee subconsciously touched his mouth, only to realize that he was being teased, and immediately blushed. He saw An Ran looking at him, and he was embarrassed to look at it again, but he still said: "An Ran, it looks good."

(End of this chapter)