Play Nice

Chapter 368 368
The next day, June NO.20, is the last day of Jingzhao Film Festival.

Shang Lingling sits in front of the vanity mirror and puts on makeup. She leans close to the mirror and draws eyeliner.Jing Zhao stopped halfway through his tie and looked in the mirror.

"Don't keep staring at me, I will draw crooked."

Jing Zhao stopped looking at her and fastened his tie.

The skirt on the collar collar is red and black, and the square collar of lace gauze is worn with a ruby ​​necklace. It is not a princess style, but a queen style today.

She picked a red lipstick, sipped it after painting, and turned to ask Jing Zhao, "Am I looking good?"

"Ah."

Jing Zhao put his suit jacket at hand and sat down to wait for her.

Shang Ling Ling took off the headband and scratched the broken hair in front of his forehead: "My makeup skills are the best in our plastic surgery group."

The work of the cosmetologist is mainly divided into two parts, makeup and restoration.

Jing Zhao asked, "Is there any difference in putting makeup on the deceased?"

Shang Lingling thought for a while and replied, "It's more difficult. Because of illness, freezing, and corruption, the skin color of the deceased is very different from the natural color of people, so the liquid foundation should be thick and toned. , and if there is a depression on the face, special effects shaping should be done.”

Before putting makeup on the body, the beautician will ask the family for a photo of the deceased before his death. The job of the beautician is to make the deceased as decent as possible when he leaves.

Business leaders can also braid hair, but they wouldn't. I met a deceased who was going to be a bride, and later went to learn.

She braided herself a low ponytail with a temperament and good looks.

"Did you become a cosmetic surgeon because of your father?"

"Ah."

Afraid of messing up her braided hair, Jing Zhao gently touched her head: "Our collars are great."

Shang Lingling pouted and asked him to kiss.

"Makeup will flower."

Jing Zhao kissed her hand: "Where's the collar I gave you?"

Shang Ling took it out from the drawer.

Her dress today is not suitable for wearing a collar pin, so Jing Zhao put it on her hair.

On the way to the museum.

Shang Lingling turned on his mobile phone and went to Jingzhao's Chaochao to sign in. Many people were discussing today's tickets.

[Who has bought a ticket for NO.20? 】

[NO.20 No tickets? 】

[Isn't there a ticket-grabbing channel before? 】

【There are channels, but no tickets】

Shang Lingling came out from the super chat: "Jing Zhao, is there no ticket for NO.20?"

"No."

"Because of the closing?"

The sun was a little dazzling, and Shang Lingling narrowed his eyes.

Jing Zhao put down the visor above the co-pilot: "That's it."

"Who did you invite? Would it be bad for me to go?"

"You'll know when you arrive."

Shang Lingling turned his head, looked out the car window, and raised the corner of his mouth quietly.

to the museum.

Jing Zhao led the business leaders to the exhibition area, and there was no one but them on the way.The building shape of the entire museum is a flower, consisting of four petals, and the exhibition area is in Building A.

"Brother Jing Zhao."

Shang Tie wore the color contact lenses, which were beautiful brown, like clear amber: "Are you hot?"

Jing Zhao looked at her: "Huh?"

She may not know it herself, but every time she calls his brother in this tone, she is either playing tricks or teasing him.

"Your palms are sweating."

Jing Zhao let go: "It's a little hot."

Shang Lingling listened to him saying it was hot, and fanned him with his hands. He couldn't hide the smile from the corner of his eyes, and his fingers fluttered like a very cheerful butterfly.

Jing Zhao grabbed her hand: "It's alright, it's not hot anymore."

All five exhibition areas are on the second floor.

The business leader led upstairs and looked around: "Why is there no one? Don't the staff come here? Where are the guests?"

She was appropriately dazed.

Jing Zhao pierced her: "Okay, no need to act."

"You see it?"

"Ah."

Shang Lingling couldn't perform anymore, and the moon in the entire exhibition area fell into her eyes, shining brightly and full of joy.

Jing Zhao wore formal clothes today. He didn't wear formal clothes on the opening day of NO.17, but he did today.

He never frightened when he signed the agreement on behalf of the three continents in western Myanmar and neighboring countries. At this moment, facing the business leader alone, he unconsciously curled his fingers.

My palms are sweating because I'm nervous.

"Why pretend you don't know?"

The joy that could not be hidden in Shang Lingling's eyes was actually the feedback to him. Her good mood was telling him that there was no need to be nervous, she would not let him hit the wall.

"You worked so hard to create surprises, I want to cooperate with you."

Shang Lingling had guessed it long ago, because everything was traceable.

The second day after returning from a trip to Cole Simon, she happened to hear what Ms. Lu said to Jing Zhao.

"I made a list of the things to prepare, you can see if there are any missing."

Ms. Lu also said: "I still have two villas in Xingyue Mansion, the two in front of the nine are all renovated, you have time to take a look, if you are not satisfied, I can find another place. "

Jing Zhao later asked the business leader and asked her if she wanted to see the house.She said that Xingyue Mansion is very good, close to her parents and to the funeral home where she works.

When preparing for the film festival in May, Shang Lingling also noticed some signs.

"Jing Zhao."

"Jing Zhao."

He is in the second bedroom.

Shang Lingling called him twice, but he didn't answer. She slammed the door to see what he was doing: "What are you looking at? So fascinated."

Jing Zhao closed the book and put it in the drawer: "A miscellaneous book."

"Uncle Jing called us down to eat."

His drawer closed quickly, and Shang Lingling did not see the names of the miscellaneous books.

The next day, when Shang Lingling was using his computer, he couldn't hold back his curiosity. He opened the drawer and saw the title of the miscellaneous book - "Empire Perpetual Calendar".

He is not a superstitious person, and he would not need to check the almanac when opening a film festival.

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　　Two and a half hours later

　　
　
(End of this chapter)