Ye Tianxin is inexplicably defined as a poor girl. She has a kind of I am not the illusion of dreaming.

She's poor?

What she's wearing is high, OK?

Ye Tianxin took a look at the back of the girl named "Xiuli", then turned back to the dressing room.

The girl just now, she probably thought that she was speaking Korean, and no one else could understand her.

Because I don't understand, I dare to say that she is poor in clothes.

According to the memory of sweetheart, it is a very easy thing to recite such a string of words.

"Sweetheart."

When ye Tianxin is carrying a string of words, Guan Chenxi arrives, holding a rose red warm cup in her hand.

"Thirsty? Honey, I went to buy you tea. This kind of arhat tea is good for your throat

Guan Chenxi's intention, ye Tianxin naturally has no reason to refuse.

Ye Tianxin took a small sip with the mouth of the moisturizing cup. It seems that the discomfort of her throat has also been alleviated.

"Ye sweetheart, are you ready?"

The coordinator goes to Ye Tianxin's side, takes out the schedule and gives it to Ye Tianxin.

There are so many people in front of the stage and behind the scenes for a spring festival gala. Every possible situation in each link needs to be considered clearly.

Once one of the links goes wrong, it means that the whole party will be affected to a certain extent.

"OK, I'll come over then."

This is the first dress rehearsal with make-up for the Spring Festival Gala. The makeup artist also comes to give ye Tianxin proper make-up according to the dress.

Ye Tianxin sat quietly in the dressing room to make up. After a while, other hosts of the Spring Festival Gala also came.

These are all ye Tianxin's predecessors, and ye Tianxin naturally shows her special friendliness and respect to them.

Several other hosts, knowing the identity of Ye Tianxin, are also willing to help her.

"Honey, your skin is so good. What brand of skin care products do you usually use?"

"I use a self-made mask. If you are interested, Dong teacher, I'll send you some later."

Mr. Dong said, "I'm not polite."

When the host is making up, outside in the dressing room, there is a noisy voice.

Mr. Dong said to the assistant, "you go out and have a look. What happened?"

After the assistant went out, he came back in less than three minutes. "The group of Koryo is making trouble. Why didn't you provide them with a separate dressing room? This is going to twist the deputy director's need for a separate dressing room."

Mr. Dong frowned in disgust. He was just a garbage combination. He really regarded himself as a God.

For many years, the stars who participate in the Spring Festival Gala, no matter how big, must obey the arrangement of the director group.

"Tell the chief director."

Mr. Dong finished and said to Ye Tianxin, "honey, you don't have to be nervous. The director has the best way to deal with this kind of thing."

Mr. Dong changed his clothes and went out of the dressing room.

Outside the dressing room, the lucky girl group is still in the uproar, and some even proposed to refuse this rehearsal.

Finally, or always lead out the face, find a translator, will this matter to settle down.

Because of the related problems such as clothing, makeup and so on, most of today's dancers or other actors are waiting in order after all the preparations have been made.

"Honey, it's your turn."

The busy staff went to the door of the dressing room and poked out his head.

www.readwn.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like