Floating Color

Feng Xiujing took a breath and finally walked to Li Mojun's side.

"I want to tell you something." Li Mojun slowly raised his head, and all the light fell into his unsteady eyes.

"What?" Feng Xiujing lowered his head.

"I know, you shed tears."

The soft and soft voice seemed to crush the last straw of the city wall. In Feng Xiujing's wide eyes, tears slipped.

"How did you know?"

"Because I smell the tears."

"Deceptive." Feng Xiujing was about to raise his body and step back.

Li Mojun suddenly grabbed her wrist and dragged her towards herself. He clasped Feng Xiujing's back tightly and hugged her in his arms.

Never refuse.

It was not just her strength that was cracking, but also his walls.

Feng Xiujing leaned blankly on Li Mojun's body, even forgot the next line.

But the whole set was quiet, no one reminded, even the director stared at the screen.

After a few seconds, Feng Xiujing stood up and looked at the director apologetically: "Sorry! Sorry! I forgot to say!"

The director said, "Very good! The relationship is very tense! The blank space is also just right! Your line is just forgotten! If you say it, it's superfluous!"

Many people applauded at the scene.

Mi Chen stood in applause and looked at Li Mojun's back.

He stood up lightly and came to Mi Chen, saying only two words: "Makeup."

Feng Xiujing's agent was beside her and praised, "Xiu Jing! You don't know how good you were just playing! I watched my tears fall!"

Feng Xiujing breathed out, looking in the direction of Li Mojun. She didn't understand how a person could come up with such a short line and perform such a deep play, and even let her sink into it, she could not extricate herself.

She closed her eyes, still Li Mojun's eyes. Because he played Jiang Qianfan who lost his vision. During the performance, his line of sight did not turn at all, but the more he did not turn, the more Feng Xiujing felt that his eyes were too good for acting.

Mi Chen is making up for Li Mojun's lip color. It was n’t the first time she saw his lips clearly, the thickness was just right, and even the curvature was beautiful. With her eyes closed, she knew how to paint, but she breathed inexplicably often.

"Li Mojun, I think I should give you more such emotional dramas! Do you know how charming you were just now. The heroine was dragged over with a clatter! I thought you would be stupid until dawn!

"If you dare to play indiscriminately, I will fire you."

All the dramas were filmed smoothly today, and Lian Xiao proposed to have a good meal at night to celebrate.

Li Mojun had no opinion, but Mi Chen was embarrassed.

"Call Ansel too."

"Ah?" Mi Chen didn't expect Li Mojun to mention Ansel.

"Exactly, I have something to tell him."

Sitting in the babysitter's car, Li Mojun was holding a fashion magazine in his hand, and turning over two pages was the photo of Ansel when he walked for Versace.

When Ansel was between the ages of 14 and 16, she appeared mostly in an ethereal and elegant image, and this image also made the fashion world popular. There is a kind of innocence in his eyes, and there are few rich expressions. Once the clothes are put on, he walks and is very infectious.

Many people say that it is because he has not grown up. Whether it is in the film and television industry or the fashion industry, there are too many cases of unusual vicissitudes as an angel when I grew up. When the fashion industry wanted to drain his youth, he suddenly transformed at the age of 18. He appeared coldly and **** on the finale show of the master Houston, just like the cold moonlight shone into the night. And the etherealness in his eyes was exerted to the extreme.

At that time, the fashion industry truly realized that Ansel Sebastian was not a momentary angel.

"That ... what do you have to talk to him?" Mi Chen asked with some concern.

Even Xiao turned around interestingly, "Maybe Li Mojun wants to beat him up?"

"Ah? Why?" Mi Chen was worried. Ansel did owe his face, but he didn't seem to provoke Li Mojun. Was it what the idiot did in the barbecue last night?

Lian Xiao shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "Who wants that guy to kiss you, you are drooling!"

"He is like that ... his agent is kissed by him every day!"

"I know he is Mi Chen's younger brother." Li Mojun said.

"Ha? Mi Chen told you?" Lian Xiao's expression of "really boring".

Mi Chen shook her head. When did she tell Li Mojun? Why doesn't she remember?

But Ansel was very happy to receive Mi Chen's phone call, and she could imagine his expression like a big dog with a wagging tail across the phone.

It was only when Ansel happily came to the box that he realized that it was not just Mi Chen, but two other men.

The original silly expression instantly became serious.

Mi Chen waved at him, patted the chair next to him, greeted him to sit down in French, and introduced him to Li Mojun and Lian Xiao.

Lian Xiao looked at Ansel very curiously. Although Ansel wears a pair of black-framed glasses that have fallen into scum, even Xiao Xiao, who has read countless people, can still see Ansel's "natural beauty" at a glance.

Ansel has long been accustomed to Lian Xiao's inquiry, but he pays more attention to Li Mojun.

For the impression of the Chinese actor star, the most representative nature is the Kung Fu superstar Bruce Lee, and several martial arts stars who follow the action line. In recent years, what makes him think he can act is Bai Yihan.

The man in front of him is born with an inexplicable temperament. Even if he is not an actor, he will shine in the fashion industry.

"We have already ordered the dishes, do you have anything else you want to eat?"

When Li Mojun spoke standard fluent French, Mi Chen froze.

Ansel knows that although make-up artists are very important for actors to be photographed, most actors don't know how to respect make-up artists as much as they do in fashion. But from Li Mojun, Ansel could feel that he had an indescribable concern about Mi Chen.

"I already ate too much yesterday, just feel free today."

"I'm not a person who is good at communication." Li Mojun said.

The French with a perfect tone surprised Mi Chen very much. But looking at Lian Xiao's expression as usual, it seems to have long known that Li Mojun also understands French.

"I can see it." Ansel narrowed his eyes and stared at Li Mojun with interest. "You shouldn't be an actor. If the masters see you, they will surely pounce like wild hungry wolves."

"I'm not fat."

Ansel shrugged his shoulders and smiled, then caught Mi Chen, "Xiaomi, this person is really not humorous at all!"

Mi Chen kicked him under the table, "No one thinks you are humorous!"

"Mr. Sebastian, I invite you, not just for a meal."

Mi Chen frowned and looked at Li Mojun puzzled.

Lian Xiao took out a document and delivered it to Ansel.

Ansel did not reach out to pick up, just looked at Li Mojun, "I can't understand Chinese."

"You can rest assured that this is the French version. And it is related to Mi Chen."

Ansel then took the file, opened it, and found that it was actually a plan for an entertainment program, and that the two major entertainment companies joined forces.

Xingyao World and Dynasty Pictures.

Ansel touched his eyebrows and found it interesting, but he didn't understand how this plan had to do with Mi Chen.

Under the two major entertainment companies, there are quite a few "newcomers" who want to be popular but can't be popular because of their chances. This program will provide these newcomers with a great opportunity, and more importantly, will present the packaging capabilities of the two entertainment companies.

Both Xingyao and Dynasty will select several teams from their respective companies to be responsible for transforming each other's "newcomers." After the transformation, on the same PK, the winning team will continue to transform the game.

A team will have an agent as the team leader, and the members will also include an image team composed of a costumer, hair stylist, and makeup artist.

Seeing this, Ansel probably understood.

"Even if Mi Chen joins such a team, this is just an entertainment program, not a real game."

"But it is the most intuitive ability to let the audience see Mi Chen. I will let Lian Xiao take Mi Chen."

Hearing this, Mi Chen froze. Although Li Mojun once asked her to participate in the show, she never thought that Li Mojun would take this show so seriously.

Mi Chen looked at Lian Xiao, meaning to ask: Do you really go?

Lian Xiao just smiled and pulled the collar. There was really a bit of domineering side leakage. "Except for Casimodo, there is no new person I even Xiao Xiao is not popular with."

"So what do you want me to do?" Ansel was more interested.

"Clothesman." Li Mojun lowered his head and took a sip of tea. He took a sip and set it aside.

Mi Chen knew that Li Mojun was very picky about tea.

Ansel smiled again, "Clothes? You have to figure out, I am a model, not a fashion master! And the elements of the fashion industry are too much about meaning and abstraction, they may not be accepted by ordinary audiences!"

"You are not confident?" Li Mojun asked unconsciously.

"What? Not confident?"

"You have your own aesthetic. You are actually very researched on how clothing fits a person's temperament. From your debut to the present, you have been observing and thinking. You have never been willing to only do walking hangers, but the so-called fashion The world only treats you as a hanger. A tool for display. "

Ansel stared at Li Mojun's eyes, his clear eyes chilled.

"You are not me, so don't speculate on me."

Mi Chen felt an inexplicably tense atmosphere between them, and her palm held Ansel's hand under the table.

Ansel immediately smiled, and the expression of the older man, "But this is also very interesting. When will it start?"

"quickly."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to stay at that time." Ansel looked down at the planned date and frowned.

"Then I will find others to replace you."

"This is the first time I have seen an arrogant guy like you. Xiaomi is my sister, and she and I are the best partners."

At this time, dishes came up one after another.

Ansel was still staring at Li Mojun. After a while, as if he wanted to open it up, he happily ate something.

"What kind of show, I may not be able to participate. Are you going to Milan next week, are you? Those costume shows are so important, you don't have to think about it."

Mi Chen lowered her voice and said to Ansel.

In Xingyao world, besides her, there are many qualified makeup artists. For example, Lin Ruyi and Sister Zheng. Besides, I do n’t know if Li Mojun has other scripts to pick up after this "Feast". If that were the case, she would never be able to take the time to participate in this competition.

Ansel's voice was not too big or too small, just to make everyone hear: "What do you say so quietly? Are you afraid of Li Mojun?"

Mi Chen was almost not crazy! That is her boss, of course ... even if not afraid, at least there is respect!

That night, Mi Chen accompanied Ansel back to the hotel, Ansel began to coquettish again, rubbing his head on Mi Chen's shoulder.

"Let's sleep together? Let's sleep together as a kid?" He blinked at Mi Chen while rubbing.

"If you do this again, I will spit out everything I eat at night!"

"I really have something to tell you. I will take an international flight to Milan tomorrow."

"You should lose weight, eat too much these days." Mi Chen rolled his eyes.

"Xiaomi, if I were you, I would definitely seize this opportunity." Ansel hugged the pillow and turned to look at Mi Chen.

Mi Chen reached out and rubbed his head and smiled, "This is just an entertainment show."

"Leaving Lin Runan, don't you want to know how much ability you have?" Ansel put away his smile and looked at Mi Chen.

At this time, he didn't look like a 19-year-old kid at all. Instead, he had a bit of maturity in the photography poster.

The fashion industry has always been a flashy place. Perhaps when Mi Chen was invisible, Ansel had already grown up.

"We are brothers and sisters. Although we didn't have much time together when we were kids ... and they weren't the same mother, I always felt very close to you."

"Because we all have the same unreliable dad." Mi Chen pulled his lips helplessly.

"But I want to do something with you." Ansel said sullenly.

Mi Chen shivered slightly. She suddenly thought of the day of her father's funeral, when she first saw Ansel in a black suit. At that time he was only seven years old, staring silently at his father's portrait. Not far away, his father's friends remembered his father's bits and pieces. In his mouth, the man who had failed many women had become perfect and affectionate. The bells of the church echoed, and there were so many people who came to the funeral, but everything still seemed empty.