Mrs. Huo, she is very charming

Left a face of ignorant reporters.

"She's too presumptuous! Are you not afraid to offend us? " Some journalists are indignant.

"It's great to have a gold owner."

"But who is her gold owner?"

"Who knows! It's too mysterious. "

"With Bai Jingjing in the front and Jiang Fanxing in the back, how can you have so many powerful gold owners?"

"The rich and the female stars always break their bones and connect their tendons!"

……

As a soloist tonight, the working group has arranged a separate dressing room for Jiang Fanxing.

Because of the special nature of the party, the working group requires a unified arrangement of makeup artists, that is, artists are not allowed to bring makeup artists.

When Jiang Fanxing pushed the door in, he heard a crash.

She looked over.

The makeup artist hurriedly picked up the cosmetics on the ground.

Jiang Fanxing's eyes flashed for a moment and walked over, "what's the matter?"

The makeup artist shivered, "no, nothing. I accidentally knocked it off."

"Pick it up quickly." Jiang Fanxing sat in front of the mirror without any expression.

Through the make-up mirror, she saw the makeup artist panicked, and carefully peeked at himself.

Glancing at the cosmetics all over the floor, he raised the corner of his mouth secretly.

"These are useless. I'll go and get some new ones." Makeup artist flustered said.

"Well."

Jiang Fanxing nodded.

Looking at the makeup artist's back, I can't help but hook up the corner of my mouth.

Such a stupid makeup artist Who arranged it?

"Qibao, try to let Su Jing in." She thought about it and sent a wechat to Qibao.

"All right!" Qibao will reply soon.

Jiang Fanxing puts down his cell phone and talks about it.

I feel very happy when I think of the scene when I was just besieged by reporters.

I haven't been so presumptuous in a long time.

She touched her belly and her smile deepened.

The make-up artist came back soon, holding the transparent make-up box in his hand and walked timidly.

"Jiang, Miss Jiang, can you make up?"

Jiang Fanxing looked at her, eyes slightly Yang, "who arranged you to come?"

"Ah? What, what? "

"Who arranged for you to come, or what I asked you to do?" Jiang Fanxing asked bluntly.

Makeup artist face red, "no, no arrangement!"

"Let me guess, you are a makeup artist..." Jiang Fanxing glanced at the make-up box in her hand and said with a smile, "is it a particularly ugly make-up for me, or is it allergic to my face?"

"No, no, no, I didn't, I didn't!" The makeup artist denies it, but his eyes don't dare to look at Jiang Fanxing.

"Little girl, do you know what it takes to walk into this dressing room?" Jiang Fanxing looks straight at the makeup artist.

The little girl was about to cry.

"I think you must be excellent. In order to become a top makeup artist, you have made more efforts than others."

The little girl is biting the corner of her mouth, and her hands are trembling with the makeup box.

"Do you know that whether you succeed or not today, you will leave the industry completely?" Jiang Fanxing said in a cold voice.

The little girl's legs softened with fright, and tears came out, "I I... "

"Maybe you are short of money, but Make money with your conscience. This kind of dirty money, your conscience will not hurt when you spend it? "

Little girl, "..."

When Jiang Fanxing saw it, he took back his cold eyes and softened his tone a lot. "I'm more vicious than the one who ordered you. I always believe in the saying that if people do not commit crimes against me, I will not commit crimes. If people commit crimes against me, I will root out the grass. "

"Yes, I'm sorry. I I don't really want to hurt you! "

"Tell me, what's going on?"