Qian Yan

Chapter 3

"Sorry, this is my bed."

Only then did Wei Zexi realize that he was actually sitting on her hospital bed.This embarrassment made him jump up reflexively: "I thought it was an empty bed, sorry, sorry!"

Pandora also hurriedly chimed in: "Yes, old girl, he's just so big that he's wheezing, don't worry about it!"

She didn't say anything, but put the mobile phone and wallet in her hand on the bed silently.

Embarrassed, Wei Zexi turned around and said to Pandora, "I'll make a phone call", and walked out.

Only the heartless Pandora asked the girl excitedly: "Oh, old girl, are you my wardmate? Then what do you think I should do with my makeup?"

The girl looked at Pandora in front of her, and the corner of her mouth inevitably twitched.This glamorous and charming Chinese-American mixed-race female patient has a devil figure, an angel face, and long straight chestnut hair like a goddess, but she smells like this when she speaks, even if she speaks Northeast dialect, and there are American English in it. Just don't know how to respond.

After a pause, she asked, "Are you from the Northeast?"

"Yes, old girl, my name is Pandora, my mother's surname is Pan, Dongbei Yin, and my father is an American old man who worships the mysterious oriental culture..."

"My name is Yan Weiran." The girl interrupted her and added, "24."

The beauty was stunned, and said, "What a coincidence, I'm also 24! But you look much younger than me!"

"I was born in June."

"me too!"

"I am June sixteenth."

"I am June 23."

Yan Weiran said in a precise tone: "So, I am the elder sister."

Pandora was stunned for a moment, and immediately changed her words sweetly: "Oh, sister, then you and my sister will break up and make up, I have to put on an exciting makeup look and post it on my circle of friends to wash away my shame! "

"Actually, you should take a good rest when you are sick," she said.

"Sister, you don't know, I'm so aggrieved!" Pandora gritted her teeth, "Those bastards actually said that I committed suicide for love and sent me to the hospital. When I leave the hospital tomorrow, see if my sister won't take the phone. Stick their mouths!"

Just a few words have already revealed rich connotations, just wait for Yan Weiran to ask "what's the matter", and she will be able to tell stories about us ordinary people.

However, Yan Weiran did not.She raised her eyebrows indifferently, and lowered her head to massage her feet.

Pandora is a familiar person. She held her phone for a few poses, then put it down in frustration, and continued to talk: "Sister, my sister told you, you can talk nonsense, but you can't take medicine. Look at that Heath Ledger , I took medicine for a cold, and it passed after a hiccup..."

Yan Weiran couldn't stand her jumble of Northeast dialect and American English, so she had to ask, "Have you taken too much medicine?"

Pandora was filled with righteous indignation: "Sister, let me tell you, men are the root of all evil! My boyfriend—no, ex-boyfriend! Zou is a bastard, tiger whistle! Yesterday he swore to me that he only loved me, today my old lady I saw him enter the hotel with his arms around a woman on the street! If I hadn't chased after him and didn't find him, my old lady would have kicked that bastard and cut off his children and grandchildren!"

"Well, this kind of bastard who has two feet on his feet, should be severely punished if he meets him!" Yan Weiran's always indifferent face finally showed fluctuations.

The two of them looked at each other with hatred and blinked, and couldn't help laughing.Yan Weiran asked: "And then?"

"Then, when I was depressed, I drank too much. I couldn't help but have a headache tomorrow. I wondered if it would be okay to take some vitamin tablets to relieve the hangover? In the end, I took the cold medicine as a vitamin. I said it tasted really good, isn't it sweet? It's sour, it's sour, it's better to go down a few times..."

"Then now that you have had your stomach washed, go to sleep peacefully."

"I really want to, but my circle of friends spread wildly there, saying that I was rescued and returned to the hospital because of my ex-boyfriend's suicide! I have to create a comfortable and happy appearance for them to see! "

Yan Weiran was speechless. Seeing that she was still taking pictures, she said: "Your eye shadow is cold, and you are sick now, and your eye makeup looks haggard. So I suggest you use a more pink color, which can bring out your complexion." Make it better."

"Oh my god, then I have to buy a box of pink eye shadows?"

"That's not necessary, today is a special reason. You have a gorgeous look, and it is correct to choose cold makeup at ordinary times. The pink style is too sweet and greasy, but it is not suitable."

Pandora hurriedly asked: "Then what should I do? Sister, do you have cosmetics for me to help?"

Yan Weiran shook his head: "I didn't bring anything with me when I came in."

Pandora took out a small mirror, opened her makeup bag and started tinkering.But it may be that the body is weak after washing the stomach, and when the hand shakes, the eyebrows become an upside-down character.

"Ouch, I'm going!" Pandora hurriedly dipped a cotton swab in cleansing oil and wiped it.

Yan Weiran couldn't stand it, she stood up and walked in front of Pandora, took a look at the cosmetic bag, and said, "Let me help you."

Pandora was elated: "Thank you, help me draw my eyebrows more neatly..."

"Don't worry, I'm a makeup artist." Yan Weiran sat on the stool next to the bed, first took out the cleansing oil and cotton pads from the cosmetic bag, removed her residual makeup in a few strokes, and used a sponge to quickly apply the primer .

She has a pair of slender and slender hands with well-proportioned joints and soft fingertips. The makeup movements are like flowing water, and when they pass over Pandora's face, they flutter lightly like the wings of a dragonfly.

It's a pity that Pandora's eyes were closed, and she didn't appreciate her superb skills, and her mouth was still babbling: "Hey sister, are you a makeup artist? I wonder if this job is easy to fool? Girls are born with Make-up, isn’t it just a matter of putting on powder and putting on a base...By the way, sister, why are you hospitalized? Have you lived here for a long time?”

While speaking, Yan Weiran had already finished applying blush and eye shadow, raised her hand to pinch her chin, and said in a low voice, "Don't talk."

As soon as Pandora closed her mouth, Yan Weiran pressed the lipstick on her lips.Pandora's lips are slightly plump, so before she applied concealer, she covered the outer circle of her lips by the way, and then used a cotton swab to sweep out the gradient lip color.After throwing away the cotton swab, Yan Weiran raised his hand to gently smudge the eyeshadow on Pandora's eyes, retracted his slightly trembling hand, and said, "It's ok. I still can't control my hands now, and I can't make the details perfect. "

"Thank you." Pandora opened the small makeup mirror, stared at herself in the mirror for a moment, then immediately jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom, turned on the light inside, and looked at the face in the mirror again. Look.

After a long time, there was an exclamation in the bathroom: "Sister, are you really a makeup artist?!"

(End of this chapter)