Another way to return

Chapter 61

Big change, really big change.

When Gu Junyao brought Nian Tong to an unremarkable styling room, Nian Tong was still skeptical.

Especially when she saw the slovenly slovenliness of the stylist who did her full look, she was almost hopeless.

Just ask a stylist who has made his face so bearded and stubbled that he can hardly see his mouth, and has sleepy eyes and yawns from time to time. How to get a satisfactory shape?

No wonder the storefront is so unremarkable. It is because the technology is poor and no one patronizes it, so there is no money to renovate it.

While Nian Tong looked around, he tightly grabbed Gu Junyao's sleeve and refused to let go.

Gu Junyao saw the terrified expression on her face as if she had entered a haunted house, and pointing to the stylist in front of her with a somewhat flabbergasted posture, he said, "Tong Tong, he is Nian Ye's cousin Lian Rong."

Lien Rong?Lotus?moon cake?

Nian Tong snickered, but suddenly gasped, "I remember that in recent years, City B has produced an internationally renowned fashion stylist and life esthetician named Lian Rong..." But this one... with his sloppy beard In addition, the sleepy face doesn't look fashionable no matter how you look at it.

"I'm sorry, Miss Tongtong, the internationally renowned fashion styling expert and life esthetician in your mouth is the same person as the sloppy bearded man with sleepy eyes in your eyes."

Lian Rong joked, his slightly hoarse voice was unexpectedly nice.

Nian Tong trembled violently, for a moment she couldn't believe that they were the same person, and secondly, she unconsciously expressed her evaluation of others in her heart.

It's all because I've been with Cen Huan for a long time, and those who are close to ink are dark.

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"Brother Yunyao, have you changed your taste recently?" Lian Rong glanced narrowly at Nian Tong's whole body from head to toe, "The foundation is good, but the eyesight is not very good."

Nian Tong's face was slightly hot, and he could tell that Lian Rong was laughing at her for judging people by appearance.

But if he had this face, anyone would have her reaction, okay?

"We're going to an engagement banquet tonight, so you can make a look for her, do whatever suits you." Gu Junyao changed the topic.

Lian Rong nodded, looked at Nian Tong with teasing eyes, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Come here and let me manipulate you, cutie."

Nian Tong was stunned by Lian Rong's mischievous taste, goosebumps fell all over the floor.

"Go, he's just joking, he's easy to get along with." Gu Junyao peeled off the girl's hand that was holding on to his sleeve, and finally looked at Nian Tong and took a deep breath, and then followed with that expression of death. Lian Rong walked into the styling room backstage.

He shook his head and laughed, looking at the girl's back with a look of love and compassion.

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Nian Tong followed Lian Rong into the modeling room, and countless of her appeared around the walls.

Soft lights intertwined in several colors fell from the uniquely shaped chandelier above her head, and moved with her figure, giving people the illusion of being on a stage.

Nian Tong looked around in surprise, and found that the four walls were all mirrors, and even the ceiling was made of deep blue tempered glass as deep as the ocean. With the addition of lighting effects, the whole space was beautiful, like a crystal castle.

She wanted to ask Lian Rong why there were mirrors on all four walls, but there was no shadow of Lian Rong around him?
"Master Lian?" She raised her voice and called out.

no respond.

what happened?

"Lianda—"

"It's so noisy." An abrupt voice sounded from behind.

When Nian Tong turned around, what caught his eyes was not Lian Rong, but an unusually handsome young man's face.

Nian Tong was taken aback, "Well, I'm sorry, I'm looking for someone. Is the sir an employee of this stylist? Did you see your boss, Lian Rong?"

The young man's beautiful Danfeng eyes slanted, it was obviously a very rude gesture, but it had a flirtatious aura that made people's heart skip a beat.

"Lovely, isn't the person you're looking for standing in front of you?"

"..."

Nian Tong was speechless in shock.

Lian Rong smiled coldly, grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to his studio to start making her a big makeover.

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Staring at the face in front of him that looked like two people in front of him, Nian Tong couldn't understand it.

It's just plucking his beard and washing his face, how could there be such a big change?
Or is it because of Lian Rong's legendary make-up technique?
I have to say, it's simply too powerful.

Thinking of this, Nian Tong couldn't help but look at Lian Rong with admiration.

"Little cutie, don't be obsessed with brother, brother is just a legend."

Lian Rong said a word out of nowhere, his teasing phoenix eyes raised, meeting Nian Tong's dull eyes.

This person's skin...is really not normal thick, he should introduce Cen Huan some other day, and let the two of them compete to see who has the thicker skin.

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It always takes a long time to sit and be manipulated by others, so Nian Tong picked up a random topic to pass the time.

"Master Lian, you are so good-looking, why did you grow your beard so long before?"

"I'm afraid that women all over the world will be infatuated with me."

"..."

"Then you are so well-known, why don't you use your fame to decorate the store more exquisitely, expand the territory and open a chain?"

"People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. I deliberately keep a low profile because I am afraid of being too famous. After all, I have a part-time job that is not suitable for outsiders to know."

Nian Tong was curious: "Are you still working part-time?"

Lian Rong nodded: "It's a job as a makeup artist, but it's not for the living."

Nian Tong was shocked: "What do you mean?"

Lian Rong stopped working, looked at her and said calmly with a smile, "Didn't Brother Yunyao tell you that I still have a job at the funeral home?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)