Floating Color

Mi Chen was brushing Li Mojun's eyebrow powder, his hand stopped slightly. This question is simply a trap! If she answers "fear", it means that the boss is difficult to serve; if she says not to be afraid, it is that she is courageous ...

Li Mojun's eyes are about to open, and Mi Chen quickly answers: "As long as I do my job well, I'm not afraid of you."

I don't know if it was an illusion, Mi Chen always thought Li Mojun seemed to be smiling.

Before the opening of the first act in the afternoon, Li Mojun walked in front of Feng Xiujing, who was making up makeup. Feng Xiujing's makeup artist immediately stopped and whispered: "Mr. Li."

Feng Xiujing got up, looked at Li Mojun, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

"Do you like this script?"

"like."

"Do you like this character Lin Kesong?"

"like."

"Why like?"

Feng Xiujing paused. This character looks like a typical heroine who is positive and sunny, but this character is also cowardly, but the little disgusting eyes never really have the heart to hurt anyone and some real inertia. But to ask why Feng Xiujing likes this role, she doesn't know how to answer.

Li Mojun spoke for her.

"Because Lin Kesong is the person you want to be. You only have the chance to become Lin Kesong in this movie."

Feng Xiujing immediately understood what Li Mojun said. The reality of the entertainment industry will one day strip all the naive things from her. She wants to have a dream because of a person like Lin Kesong. She has no turning back for that dream, but she can only do this movie To.

She wanted too much success before, too much to use external force, but forgot the most original thing.

Now, she has a good script in her hand, thousands of book fans are waiting for her, there is an excellent actor, a good team. If so, she can't succeed, so what else can make her succeed?

In the first scene in the afternoon, Feng Xiujing finally returned to normal.

That night, Feng Xiujing invited the entire crew to dinner, and apologized to each crew member for their waywardness.

Lian Xiao propped his chin and said, "This is like a newcomer."

However, Mi Chen received a call, and the people around him were too noisy, and Mi Chen could only stand up and speak.

Lian Xiao looked at Mi Chen curiously because she seemed to speak French.

Mi Chen was standing in the corridor, and finally he could fully understand what the other party said.

"Ansel? You said you were at the airport? Which airport?"

"This is the international airport here! Come and pick me up! I only have a credit card and Euros!"

Mi Chen sighed and pressed his head, "Does your agent know you have come to China?"

"She? Should I know! Will I go anywhere other than China? Come and pick me up! Come and pick me up!"

The tone of a child is generally coquettish, this guy is obviously nineteen years old!

Mi Chen rolled his eyes in the sky. "There is obviously a place for currency exchange. You can exchange the euro for RMB. Don't pretend to be pitiful!"

Although she hung up, she couldn't really leave Ansel alone.

She came to Lian Xiao's side and whispered, "I want to go first."

"Oh? Did a French friend come?"

Mi Chen nodded and had no time to explain the difference between "friends" and "relatives."

"Then you go. Don't be late tomorrow."

Mi Chen quickly stopped a taxi and rushed to the airport.

Finally at the arrival hall of the international port, she dialed Ansel's mobile phone again, and then found a Chinese snack restaurant. When Ansel was picking a sea bowl, she was scooping wontons with a spoon. There were also many people around the girls who sighed "good cute", "cute" and "handsome" and took out their phones to take a photo with him.

And Ansel knew that someone was photographing him, revealing all kinds of strange expressions, but still did not scare away the person taking pictures, but aroused the motherhood of more people.

Of course, rice dust is not included. Her motherhood was exhausted by him more than N years ago.

Mi Chen sat down opposite him with a cold face, and Ansel raised his head and showed a big smile, with dew-like deer eyes, and the semi-long curly hair pinned behind his ears, "Xiaomi! You are finally here! "

Ansel would embrace her when she opened her arms, and Mi Chen hid sensitively.

"Luggage?"

"In Milan." Ansel spoke for granted.

"What? I thought you came from France! Did you steal from Milan Fashion Week! You are so irresponsible!"

"No! I have walked through Fashion Week! Now it's time for me to take a vacation! I want to take a vacation! I want to be with Xiaomi!"

"Go away!" Mi Chen picked up the spoon in the sea bowl and pressed it on Ansel's face, then took out the international calling card and called Ansel's agent.

The other party's answer completely exceeded her expectations.

"Oh, you said Ansel! He was very good this time, he didn't make a twist, he didn't lose his temper, he didn't pick the makeup artist, he walked the whole costume show. I promised him to leave him if he performs well He went to China to see you. "

"Why push him to me!"

The other party had hung up the phone, but Mi Chen wanted to drop the phone.

No way no way! This mobile phone was given to her by Bai Yihan!

Ansel was smug with his face, and his arms hung naturally on Mi Chen's shoulders. "I finally came to see you! You must take me to play! Take me to eat delicious!"

"I have a job, I have no time to care about you!"

"You will hurt my young heart like this and increase my risk of depression!"

"Take your arm! Very heavy! And you eat too much wonton! Didn't your agent tell you to pay attention to your weight!"

"I'm still growing!"

"Nineteen-year-old grows wisdom teeth is not a man!"

"I'm really growing! Don't you think I'm taller than when you last saw it?" Ansel reached out and compared.

Mi Chen raised his head and could only see his chin. This guy's genetics are excellent and have exceeded the average height of European and American male models. Long arms and long legs, wide shoulders and narrow waist. Mi Chen was just about to hit him now ... It might not be enough to jump on this stupid face.

At that moment, Mi Chen only heard two clicks on the cheek, and the guy kissed himself.

"What are you doing!"

"Meeting!"

"Disgusting!"

"How do you do this, how many people want me to kiss them, I still refuse to kiss!"

"You eat ravioli without wiping your mouth! Stupid!"

Michen took Ansel to a high-end hotel, which was also close to the place where the filming took place, making it easy for Michen to leave work to take care of the bear child.

"Why stay in a hotel? I want to stay with you! We can sleep together and count the good old days ..." Ansel pouted, his skin was fair, his eyelashes were long, and he curled up slightly. His eyes are very clear, and the deep mysteries of the Orientals and the Westerners are perfectly combined in his body.

When the hotel staff blushed, Ansel laughed harder at the others.

"I have no good past with you. I still remember you peeing in bed on Halloween. I used a hair dryer to blow sheets for your cover!"

"But it was finally discovered!"

Ansel hugged Mi Chen, his strength was so great that Mi Chen was almost surrounded by him. He occasionally kissed Mi Chen's head, and occasionally rubbed Mi Chen's cheek, ambiguously circulated, so that the staff's nosebleeds would come out.

"You lack love! Go away!" Mi Chen pushed him with his elbow, and he didn't respond.

Entering the hotel room, he walked around and jumped in front of Mi Chen. "I didn't bring my luggage! I didn't change clothes!"

"Don't change it!"

"Ah ... I've been flying for a long time ... I have to change clothes! Let's go buy clothes! Let's go buy clothes! Buy clothes! Buy clothes!"

Mi Chen covered her ears, "You are so annoying!"

"Buy clothes." Ansel reiterated without hesitation.

Fortunately, opposite the hotel is a large department store, Mi Chen dragged Ansel to buy clothes.

This guy is a Chinese-French mixed-breed, with high nose and deep eyes. He also loves to show a naive expression. The lights in the mall fell on him, and there was really such an illusion that an angel was coming.

It is easy for Ansel to match clothes. This is the figure of the clothes rack. Whatever rags are wrapped around the body is art, and it is absolutely eye-catching. Along the way, it has attracted the attention of many people. Mi Chen didn't like this feeling of being noticed, she just wanted to end it all.

Ansel is very picky. Since he was excavated as a model since he was 14 years old, his taste is definitely at the cutting edge of fashion, so the clothing in department stores has always been against his appetite. But unexpectedly, he picked it very quickly this time. Five or six T-shirts, one pair of jeans and one pair of casual pants, plus some underwear.

He also specifically said to Mi Chen, "I am very **** in this way!"

"I have seen you in your crotch pants." Mi Chen snorted.

Finally, after buying a circle, Ansel dragged Mi Chen to the women's department again.

"I'm making money! I want to support you!" Ansel also said specifically in Chinese.

Both the customer and service staff looked around and had a weird look.

"If you do n’t speak Chinese, do n’t mess with it!"

"Then I want to buy something for you. Because I make money." Ansel said very seriously in French.

"……I do not want."

"But I don't have anyone to give gifts to except you."

Mi Chenle is broken, how lonely is this guy? There are obviously agents, and many colleagues walking together.

"Okay, you buy it." Mi Chen knew he wasn't satisfied with Ansel's wish and he would turn the entire department store over.

Ansel picked up Mi Chen and was very happy to choose clothes for her. He has a very good taste. From the T-shirt inside to the casual shirt outside, to the shoes under his feet, Mi Chen feels that he can make an endorsement for the casual brand.

Ansel was tall, and when she squatted on the ground to tie Mi Chen's shoelaces, countless people cast envious glances at her.

"Look, it's good to have a foreign boyfriend! Thoughtful and gentle!"

Mi Chen reached out and touched the top of Ansel's head, his hair still soft, like a child.

Only, he grew up.

Ansel raised his head and smiled. It's not the kind of childish expression of asking for love, but a successful male model who is walking on the cutting edge of fashion.

The two walked back to the hotel carrying things, the moonlight was silent and long, and the street lights divided the street into sections.

"Xiaomi! My biggest wish is that one day I walk on the fashion shows of the four major fashion weeks, and my makeup artist is you!"

"Dream!"

"It must not be a dream!" Ansel said firmly.

"Ten thousand years later."

Mi Chen did not return to Xingyuan until 11 o'clock in the evening. She didn't know how Ansel had so much to say. He is still dripping his ears in his ears.

At noon the next day, gossip time came again.

Several female staff members hold magazines and do not know what to say. From time to time, two words such as "so cute" and "good cute" appear.

Lian Xiao cursed his head a bit curiously to see it, and suddenly the soup almost didn't spout.

The magazine is still "The Week". The character on this cover is Ansel Sebastian, a Chinese-French hybrid model. The soft dark brown half-length slightly curled gently behind the head, and the amber eyes were clear and ethereal, with a slight smile, like an angel mural in the church. However, at the age of nineteen, he was sought after by various masters in the fashion industry because of his unique temperament and entered the ranks of supermodels.

But his fame in the country started when he was 14 years old. At that time, he was not fully developed yet, and his neutral qualities made him attract the attention of Master Mitani like an elf. And the video of himself talking to the chocolate egg on the backstage of the catwalk was uploaded to the Internet, fascinating a large group of female netizens. Although he has never performed a catwalk in China, Ansel has his own support club, and even some people went to Europe to watch his fashion show.

When he suddenly appeared in the domestic international airport, he was uploaded to meager by careful netizens, revealing his whereabouts, naturally paparazzi would keep up.

This time, the news headline of "Week of the Week" is very interesting to readers-revealing the Asian girlfriend of super male model Ansel.

Ansel in the picture is very intimately embracing a picture of a petite girl wearing suspenders, bowing her head and kissing her cheek. Ansel's side face is very beautiful, and the low eyelashes are also affectionate models.

What Lian Xiao only saw was the denim overalls of the gossip heroine.

"Oh! Mr. Lien, what's wrong with you?"

"All sprayed on Ansel's face!"

They rubbed the gossip magazine distressedly, but Lian Xiao slowly turned her gaze to the rice dust that was eating lunch.

Li Mojun is a person who never grieves himself, even if he calls takeout alone, he may give some people a chance to say that he is playing big-name treatment differently.

Like now, Mi Chen and Li Mojun are sitting face to face. Li Mojun carried the rice in his hand and hurriedly brought the dish to his mouth. Mi Chen's hands were not so big, he couldn't hold the box, so he sat at the table and looked down at the rice. From this angle, his head had to fit into the lunch box.

Suddenly, Li Mojun put down the lunch box in his hand, reached over, pinched the rice grains on Mi Chen's forehead, and then picked up a napkin and wiped it.

Rice dust is pork chop rice, a large piece of pork chop plus garlic broccoli. This was when Lian Xiao asked Li Mojun what to eat in the morning, and Li Mojun ordered Mi Chen.

Although Li Mojun did not have a slight smile on his face, Lian Xiao knew he was in a good mood. To destroy the good mood of others has always been the source of his happiness.

He hid "Week of the Week" behind him, walking to Mi Chen's side, chatting and saying, "Mi Chen, did you seem to be wearing suspenders yesterday?"

"Well, washed." Mi Chen raised his head, biting the pork chops in his mouth.

"Oh, did you know that there is a Chinese-French mixed male model named Ansel Sebastian?"

"I know." Mi Chen nodded.

"What do you think of him? Isn't he handsome? The figure is great? The expression is cute? Does it make you want to hurt him?"

Lian Xiao's problem made Li Mojun put the lunch box down, his legs overlapped, and his eyes slanted.

"His face is quite capable of bluffing, and he is quite tall ... cute, don't you think, don't you think the old dress is cute and annoying?" Mi Chen didn't understand why even Xiao suddenly mentioned Ansel?

"Oh ... do you think he's annoying and let him kiss you?" Lian Xiao finally took out the magazine hidden behind him.

Mi Chen paused, and a sip of rice came out.

Fortunately, even Xiao lifted up the magazine, otherwise he had to be sprayed.

"Eh! Mi Chen, your behavior is evidence of destruction!" Lian Xiao wiped the rice grain and napkin from the magazine.

Mi Chen was also stupid. Why was she filmed again?

"Mi Chen, do you think that if you wear suspenders, you will become a gossip heroine? Is this right for you?"

The meaning of Lian Xiao is obvious: do n’t think you wo n’t recognize your little king as you take off your vest.

"Li Mojun, look at it. The foreigner is a foreigner, and they are especially beautiful when they kiss." Even Xiao Xiao didn't forget to send the magazine to Li Mojun's eyes.

Fang Cai also felt comfortable eating rice dust from pork chops, and suddenly felt that everything had cooled down, and it was still cool.

Li Mojun got up without even glancing.

"Remember to clean up after eating."

Lian Xiao sighed, sat down in Li Mojun's seat, rolled up the magazine and knocked on Mi Chen's head.

"You have stiff wings! If you have a boyfriend, don't let me know in advance!"

"This guy is not my boyfriend!" Mi Chen replied eloquently.

"I kissed you all, isn't it your boyfriend?"

Mi Chen lifted the magazine and put it on his face, looking at Lian Xiao with great anticipation. "Don't you think we have a little bit of resemblance?"

【small theater】

Mi Chen: Even if he is unemployed, Ansel will feed me!

Li Mojun & Bai Yihan: That's what I brought up!