The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 390

Zhou Yang's hand seems to be the sound head of the color Doppler ultrasound instrument (the part held by the doctor), and the part covered by the palm and the subcutaneous condition can be clearly displayed in Zhou Yang's field of vision.

However, they are all eggs... Zhou Yang couldn't understand.

However, the power of the enhanced magic hand is not trivial.

After Song Yunya endured it for less than ten seconds, he told all the assistants to retreat outside the door.

The assistants quit in confusion and closed the door.

I heard Xiaotianhou's uncontrollable shouts.

At first, everyone felt very distressed. Oh, what happened to the boss?

But soon, some girls with boyfriends blush.

Because of Boss Song's cry... something is wrong.

Fortunately, there was no sound soon.

...

In the dressing room, Zhou Yang rubbed Song Yunya's lower abdomen with one hand to help her relieve the pain, and covered Song Yunya's mouth with one hand.

"Grandma, don't shout!" Zhou Yang sweated profusely.

What I know is that he is treating, but what I don't know is that he is doing something wrong with Song Yunya!

In the end, Song Yunya seemed to be struck by an electric current, shaking violently for a while before calming down.

"Does it still hurt?" Zhou Yang called as embarrassed.

Although the two people already have a close relationship, the time and place are not right after all.

"Much better! But... I don't have any strength at all!" Song Yunya looked at Zhou Yang with watery eyes, "It's not to blame you. Every time I hurt, I didn't have any strength at all."

"Song Yunya, get ready to wait!" The shout of the stage supervisor came from outside the door.

Zhou Yang immediately got up and opened the door.

The assistants rushed in together, chatting around Song Yunya.

"A lot of your fans are here, waiting for you!" The stage manager smiled at Song Yunya.

Song Yunya smiled bitterly, "I might open the skylight!"

what?

The stage manager took a closer look: "My God, what's wrong with you?"

Song Yunya said: "Severe dysmenorrhea, and the whole body is sore and weak. Don't rap and dance. I can't stand up on my own."

Everyone in the house is stupid.

I didn't expect Xiao Tianhou to be in such a serious situation this time.

"What can I do then?" The stage manager also panicked.

Song Yunya is the finale, and it can be said that she is the biggest player in the show. If she doesn't make it, the entire performance can only be scolded to death.

"Grandma, you can't play with us like this!" The stage manager was about to cry.

Song Yunya bit her lip and said, "I am willing to double the compensation for your losses in accordance with the contract, but in my current situation, I really can't be on stage!"

"What can I do..." The stage manager fart. Sitting on the ground, holding his head in pain.

"Why... Sister Ya, let's play a big one?" an assistant said.

"What's the size?" The family looked at her.

The female assistant gritted her teeth and said: "This time Sister Ya’s song is specially prepared for the concert to sing and dance songs, and it has heavy gothic makeup. Let’s find a dancer who is similar to Sister Ya’s body and turn it into Sister Ya’s makeup. , Play for her."

"At that time, Sister Ya will sing in the backstage and let the dancers dance in the front desk..." The female assistant became more excited as she spoke, and really thought it was a good way.

"This is fine!" The stage manager came to life in an instant, "Hurry up and find someone!"

The team immediately took action.

Not to mention, Song Yunya's dance team really has a female dancer who is about the same height as hers.

But when the female dancer was sitting in front of the dressing table, the makeup artist looked for a long time and shook his head.

"Sister Ya, I can't do it!" The makeup artist said, holding the dancer's face, "She has a completely different face shape from yours. Even with the heaviest makeup, the audience will see it at a glance. Then we will Trouble!"

"But if you don't show up, you will probably be scolded by netizens!" said the stage supervisor. "Seven to eighty percent of the people in the audience are directed at you. They don't act directly. I guess they will say anything."

Song Yunya felt the feeling of embarrassment at both ends for the first time.

Destiny cannot be autonomous at all.

Fans’ mood needs to be taken care of, and the organizer needs to consider...

Song Yunya at this moment is extremely weak.

The makeup artist smiled bitterly: “Sister Ya, I’m sorry, but I’m not good at learning. A truly awesome makeup artist can ignore the shape and contour of the face, use light and dark effects and various techniques to paint others like you, but I really Can't do it!"

Song Yunya nodded, expressing understanding.

"I understand, that kind of makeup artist can be met but not sought!"

"Ding, the new mission arrives-super makeup artist! Does the host accept it?" The system's beautiful voice sounded.

Zhou Yang was in a daze. The last time he released the mission was when he escaped from a small island in Greece.

"Accept!" Zhou Yang did not hesitate.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the basic skill pack for master makeup artist."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for getting the speed makeup skill pack."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the master sculptor skill pack."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the master painter skill pack."

"System, makeup needs these?" Zhou Yang had some questions.

"Different routes are the same!" The system responded and fell into silence.

"I'll post a social news in a moment, and apologize to everyone!" Song Yunya shook her head helplessly, "This is the best result!"

"Why... I'll try?" Zhou Yang smiled and walked to the mirror and said to the makeup artist.

"Brother Yang? Are you coming?" The makeup artist was taken aback for a moment, and immediately moved away.

Zhou Yang looked back at a group of dumbfounded assistants and said, "Don't be idle, and help your boss take off the costumes. I will be fine in five minutes!"

"Zhou Yang?" Song Yunya said in amazement, "What are you going to do?"

"You are so uncomfortable, just sing in the backstage, and leave it to this beautiful lady at the front desk!" Zhou Yang smiled at the mirror and talked with the stand-in dancer.

Zhou Yang is so handsome!

The dancer blushed.

"Start!" Zhou Yang hung a puff on his little finger and began to dazzle.

"Let's do the shadow part of the cheeks first..." Zhou Yang gently supported the female dancer's forehead with one hand, and started homework with one hand holding loose powder on her cheeks.

Zhou Yang's first move made the makeup artist take a deep breath.

Just one impression-too special professional!

Zhou Yang watched the female dancer's face with gentle eyes, and made supply and demand one after another on her face with his hands at an extremely fast speed.

"E pie, choose color number four, this color number looks very transparent."

"The eyebrow pencil needs to use Meike No. 6 color... if not... use Mi Sifu No. 7 instead!"

"The highlight should be brushed down from the center of the eyebrows. Remember the width of Yuna's nose, not too much, otherwise it looks fake!"

"Pay special attention to the chin. Yuna's chin is not very sharp, so we have to use warm fans to fill it up to create a three-dimensional effect!"

Under the gaze of everyone gradually stunned, the dancer's face quickly moved closer to Song Yunya.

Even Song Yunya herself was very surprised.

That face is too familiar, it looks like when I wear heavy makeup.

However, she was obviously not sitting in front of the mirror.

"Wow! Brother Yang is so handsome!"

"God hand!"

"epic!"

The assistants were so excited.

The dancer put on makeup and stood with Song Yuna, everyone was dumbfounded.

Almost exactly the same.

The dancer is Song Yunya's queenly dancer, and she recites her dance moves backwards, so there is no need to worry about making mistakes on stage.

"I always feel... something is missing?" the makeup artist scratched his chin.

"Yes... it's almost!" Zhou Yang pointed at the dancer, "eyes!"