Qian Yan

Chapter 191 Containment
Yan Weiran and Zhang Yuman walked out of the hotel with their South Asian faces.

A young man with dreadlocks at the door glanced at them and then looked away.Obviously, what he wanted to guard was not such two dark-skinned Indian women.

With her head held high, Yan Weiran walked quickly to the side of the road and raised her hand to take a taxi.

Zhang Yuman followed behind her, turning his head to look around nervously, paying attention to the young man with dreadlocks.Yan Weiran winked at her, signaling her to calm down.But instead her body trembled, she leaned close to Yan Weiran's ear, and said in a low voice: "This guy... I know me, we talked to him at several parties before, and he even wiped my oil..."

"He doesn't know you anymore." Yan Weiran said with certainty.

Zhang Yuman took a picture on the window of the car next to him, and he was a little relieved after confirming that his face was completely different.As a result, when she looked back at the man with a dark heart, the man seemed to have sensed something was wrong. Although he didn't recognize who they were, he was already walking towards this side quickly, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Seeing him stepping in front of him, Yan Weiran clasped his hands together, bowed his head and saluted him, and asked in Hindi English with a smile: "Hello?"

The man glanced at them and asked in stiff Chinese, "Hello?"

Yan Weiran was puzzled, and asked in English: "What did you say?"

There is no distinction between t and d in her pronunciation, with a typical Indian accent. The man with dirty braids looked at her carefully, and then waved his hand to show that he had made a mistake.

At this moment, a taxi stopped in front of them, Yan Weiran opened the door and got in with Zhang Yuman.

The man stopped, watched the car drive away, turned his head to look at the door of the hotel, and frowned.He turned to the phone and asked the person above: "Have you found it?"

"I searched all over my floor, but I couldn't find it. Others searched on other floors, but they didn't find any results. Damn, I have to put the key of the elevator back before six o'clock, or the security guards will find out." The man over there With a hoarse voice, cursing, "What about you? Did you see the two girls come out?"

"If it's the two women in the photo, no—there are two South Asian women who look like they are from India. They have a tropical style. Are you interested?"

The other party snorted, as if thinking of something, and asked, "South Asian woman? What's your body shape?"

"The figure is not bad, why didn't I know you were interested in Asians?"

"Idiot!" The other party scolded angrily, "Did you forget that we are looking for two makeup artists? One of them is said to be very famous, and his skills are so high that people can completely change into another person!"

The man with dreadlocks yelled "Ah", and after being stunned for two seconds, he said, "But it doesn't look like it at all, they are indeed two Indian women..."

"Follow up and have a look! We must not miss the two women!"

The man with dirty braids could only jump into the car beside him, and chased after Weiran and the others in the direction they left: "Okay, I'll go and have a look, and report back if there's anything!"

The streets of New York are extremely busy, and the driver's car was stuck in traffic after driving tens of meters.

Yan Weiran turned his head and looked back. On the congested street, there was a car that was clearly the one that the man passed by just now, and it was right behind them now.

She was watching from the rearview mirror, and the man in the car behind had already poked his head out, looking at their car, and then at the red light ahead.

Yan Weiran's face changed slightly, and he quickly bent down to pack his luggage.

Zhang Yuman used the front camera of her mobile phone as a mirror to look at herself, pinched her dark complexion in disgust, and asked her: "Where are we going? Find another hotel to stay? Just leave those luggage in the hotel?"

"I guess we can't check into the hotel for the time being." Yan Weiran said, quickly took out a piece of money and handed it to the driver, grabbed the bag with one hand, and opened the door with the other, "Get out of the car, let's go!"

Zhang Yuman quickly followed her, got out of the car, and rushed to the shopping mall on the side of the road.

The man with dreadlocks who was chasing them also got out of the car behind him and walked towards them around the traffic.

Yan Weiran pulled Zhang Yuman and dodged to hide behind a bus.

The red light is about to pass, and all the vehicles in the traffic are ready to start.The man didn't seem to notice it, and instead of returning to the car, he walked towards the taxi intently.

Taking advantage of the tall bus blocking his view, Yan Weiran mouthed "Run" to Zhang Yuman, and immediately rushed towards the gate of the shopping mall in front of him.

Zhang Yuman ran in with her while objecting: "As soon as we ran in, wouldn't they close the door and beat the dog? Bah, bah, I'm not a dog!"

Yan Weiran said calmly: "Don't worry, I have encountered this kind of situation before, and I know how to deal with it. The chance of getting out is definitely higher than running on the road!"

"Fuck, who are you? Have you ever met this kind of situation?" Zhang Yuman growled, "Tell me, are these people here to settle accounts with you? Is it too late for me to run away alone?"

"It's too late, because it's obvious that Fang Aili has recruited this person. Both of us are her enemies, and now we are tied together by a thread. If we can't run away from you, we can't run away from me!"

"Damn!" Zhang Yuman cursed in a low voice, followed her into the shopping mall.

The man with dreadlocks over there had already walked to the side of the taxi, and when he looked inside, he realized that the person he was staring at was no longer in the taxi.

He beat the car glass hard and asked the driver, "Where did those two women go?!"

The driver was frightened by the sound of him smashing the glass, and pointed to the entrance of the shopping mall tremblingly.

The man with dreadlocks cursed angrily, and called other people, telling them to come here immediately and guard the entrances of the mall.

Yan Weiran turned on her phone while walking quickly into the mall.

As soon as it was turned on, there were several calls from Wei Zexi.

Yan Weiran clicked on WeChat, sent him a location, and told him: "I have been targeted by people from Guglielmo, please contact Dora as soon as possible. Also, you may also be one of Fang Alli's targets, don't enter the mall , wait for me at the cafe across the street."

After sending the message in a hurry, she didn't even have time to read Wei Zexi's reply, so she dialed 911 and called the police: "I was targeted by street gangsters in the mall, can you help me?"

"Do they have guns? What is the specific performance of entanglement with you? Did they do anything extreme? Can you determine the identity of the other party?"

After asking a lot, the police officer who thought she just "suspected that the other party would act against her" said in a perfunctory tone: "Okay, we will notify the nearby patrol officers to check the situation as soon as possible."

Obviously the police can't help themselves.While calling the police, Yan Weiran quickly bought some clothes, wigs, and hats at the counter, and took Zhang Yuman to the nursing room.

Obviously, there are no nursing mothers who take their children out for a stroll during such dinner time.Taking advantage of no one, Yan Weiran pulled Zhang Yuman into the cubicle, quickly closed the door, and pushed her to sit on the chair.

Zhang Yuman originally wanted to insist dissatisfiedly that this time he should do it by himself, but thinking about decades of craftsmanship that only knows how to make up, and thinking about the remedy she did on her face just now, she can only collapse silently Face, at her mercy.

The dark complexion and South Asian outline were quickly removed, and Yan Weiran glanced at the poster next to it, which showed the smile of a Venezuelan woman who had won a beauty pageant.

Venezuelans are mostly Europeans and Indians, and they are also mixed with the characteristics of the black race. Naturally, there are many girls who are particularly good-looking.

Yan Weiran lowered his head, held up Zhang Yuman's face, and quickly searched in his mind the differences between Zhang Yuman's facial features and that Venezuelan girl, and the method to transform these differences.

Zhang Yuman looked at Yan Weiran who was focused on his face, and felt uncomfortable.

She didn't know where to look better.After turning up and down for a long time, it still fell back on Yan Weiran's body.

Yan Weiran has already started to adjust the colors to make a base for her.

She quickly shaved off Zhang Yuman's eyebrows and drew new eyebrows that were closer to the eyes. Then, she quickly changed the size of the eyes, the thickness of the lips, and the nose by using techniques such as deep eye shadow, false eyelashes, thick lip gloss, and emphasis on the roots high and low.As the most important part of the face, these three changes are enough to change the whole person's appearance and look completely different.

Yan Weiran concentrated on doing Zhang Yuman's makeup, and Zhang Yuman looked into Yan Weiran's eyes and saw the clear and bright light inside.

For some reason, she felt a little nervous, as if seeing her mother who was staring at her disappointedly at the beginning made her feel timid and timid, not daring to look directly at her.

At this moment, Zhang Yuman was not reconciled, but had to think desperately, it really looks like her and her mother.

Obviously she is her biological daughter, but why does Yan Weiran look more like her mother than herself.

Obviously, I have been working hard all the time, but why is it that I have no talent if I have no talent, and I can only draw programmed makeup and adjust the same color forever?She also tried to change her style, but no matter what aspect of the change, it would make the whole makeup look wrong, awkward and weird, so she could only go back to the old way.

Over time, she no longer thought about changing. Anyway, the few makeup looks she was familiar with were carefully considered by her mother. As long as she applied them flexibly, they were enough for most scenes.

It's just that deep down in her heart, is it because of this that she hates her face even more?

It's not just hate, it's an emotion mixed with jealousy, resentment and anger.Because the skills are inferior to others, because of the mother's obvious preference for Yan Weiran, and because of the hatred of being robbed of the things he was born with.

But in fact, maybe she was the one who was wrong at the beginning.She thought that since she was Zhang Sizhao's daughter, she would be able to rely on her mother's shade to nourish her life.She always laughs at Yan Weiran, because her mother thinks that Yan Weiran is not accurate enough to capture shadows, so she draws dozens of sketches every day, until the joints are hot and soaked in ice water; because Yan Weiran feels that she is not good at human body. I didn’t know enough about the structure, so I wore a dirty apron and made clay sculptures bucket by bucket, like a mason who went to work in the city, and almost got a muscle; because my mother said that Yan Weiran’s sensitivity to color is not considered The best, she adjusts the color at a fixed time every day, and keeps recording for several years. She can make dozens of pages of shades of pink with water, even though most of them seem to be useless...

At that time, she thought that Yan Weiran's life was too tiring and despicable, and she felt annoyed when she saw the appearance of desperately trying to satisfy her mother and struggling to be the best.

She has also ridiculed her mother as a disciple countless times with others, and ridiculed her with a group of her friends, "It's amazing, I will definitely become the number one in the world with such hard work, hahahaha..."

Who knows that she has really come to the present step by step.No one knows whether she is number one in the world, but at least, Zhang Yuman knows that he will never be able to keep up with her footsteps, and may even be the dust under her feet.

She is thousands of times more talented than herself, and works a thousand times harder than herself. Therefore, it is Yan Weiran who finally became what her mother wanted to see, not her failed daughter.

Zhang Yuman suddenly felt sore eyes.She closed her eyes, her lips trembling slightly.

She felt Yan Weiran's hand lightly resting on her chin, and her lipstick pressed against her lips.The way she puts on makeup is the same as her mother's appearance in memory. She pulls out a perfect curve without thinking, and her hands are fast, light and smooth, and she never needs to make up a second time.

She didn't need to look in the mirror, she knew it would be the perfect lip.

(End of this chapter)