Shadow of Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 182 Makeup in the car
When the two drove to the vicinity of Yushan Islands, it was still some time before sunrise.

It was still dark, and the darkness was like thick ink, so visibility was not very high.

Hu Xiaobei got out of the car first, and the soles of his shoes made a slight "crunching" sound as they stepped on the gravel.

He glanced around vigilantly, his eyes as sharp as torches, not missing any corner. Only after making sure that this place was hidden enough did he open the trunk.

He reached in with his hands, took out various devices one by one, and placed them on the ground with neat movements.

Then he bent down again, reached into the car, and skillfully folded down the back seat.

Then he opened the passenger door and called out to An Xiaoqian softly, "Xixi, go to the back seat and change into Madam Xiang's clothes."

The weather was quite cold at that time, and the sea breeze was filled with chill, like countless fine needles drilling into the bones.

Mrs. Xiang's clothes were very cool.

Therefore, Hu Xiaobei turned on the car heater early in the morning so that An Xiaoqian would not catch a cold when changing clothes.

In addition, when buying the car, due to work and privacy considerations, a special film layer was applied to the windows on both sides, so that the situation inside the car cannot be seen from the outside.

Moreover, electric sunshades are specially installed, which can be raised and lowered through control buttons inside the car.

When there is a need for privacy, private space can be provided quickly, and the operation is simple and convenient.

Except that you need to be careful not to open the front and rear electric sunshades when driving, everything else is fine.

Seeing that the car curtain blocked his view, Hu Xiaobei began to use his shadow ability to organize various photographic equipment on the ground.

The shadow split into several tentacles, which flexibly shuttled between various devices, their movements as smooth as flowing water.

A few minutes later, An Xiaoqian called out softly to the outside of the car: "Xiaobei, I've changed my clothes." Her voice was crisp, with a hint of excitement.

Hu Xiaobei had already packed up his equipment and was observing the surrounding environment. Upon hearing the sound, he opened the passenger door and got in.

I saw An Xiaoqian in the car had changed into Mrs. Xiang's clothes, but considering that she would have to put on makeup later, she also wrapped herself in a down jacket to keep warm. She was shivering in the down jacket like a little chicken afraid of the cold.

Hu Xiaobei pressed the button for the electric curtains, and the curtains began to slowly shrink, making the interior of the car slightly brighter.

Then she turned around, leaned against the front window, and took the colorful cosmetic bag handed to her by An Xiaoqian.

He gently pinched the two sides of the bag opening with his fingers, applied a little force, and with a "hiss", the cosmetic bag was opened.

What comes into view is a carefully designed interior structure, which is cleverly divided into four small areas, presenting a unique triangular three-dimensional shape.

Various cosmetics are neatly arranged in each area in an orderly manner, but they are closed with zippers, making it difficult to get a glimpse inside.

He opened the zipper very skillfully, took out some of the makeup supplies he had prepared in advance, and arranged them neatly one by one.

Then she took out a wet wipe and wiped her hands carefully, and took out a tissue to dry the water, and then she began to put on makeup for An Xiaoqian who came over.

Mrs. Xiang’s makeup is different from Xiaolongnu’s, but for Hu Xiaobei, who has been learning from her for two or three months, it is not a problem.

For the same makeup look, even the crew's makeup artist Wu Ling would need at least an hour to carefully polish it.

But Hu Xiaobei, who has a lot of tricks up his sleeve, can complete a better makeup look with higher efficiency in just a few minutes.

Except when she is putting on eye makeup, An Xiaoqian closes her eyes, but she can open her eyes at other times.

At this time, An Xiaoqian was staring at Hu Xiaobei with her beautiful big eyes open, without blinking, her eyes full of expectation, as if she was trying hard to observe something.

When their eyes met, Hu Xiaobei felt his heart tremble inexplicably, as if being gently brushed by a soft feather. His ears unconsciously turned slightly red, and he was actually no match for her.

Hu Xiaobei simply put on the professional posture of a makeup artist, frowned slightly, and said seriously: "Close your eyes and don't disturb me when I'm putting on makeup." An Xiaoqian observed carefully, with a look of disbelief on her face, her eyes smiling, and she gave him a smug look.

Then, she snorted softly as if in a provocative tone, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and asked in return, "When Sister Wu was putting makeup on me, I could open my eyes, so why can't I do that with you?"

Having said that, An Xiaoqian still obediently closed her eyes.

But the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up into a smug arc, like a kitten that had just got some dried fish, with a sense of victory, but it was a bit too unconcealed.

Hu Xiaobei knew very well what she was thinking, and he once again displayed his authority as a makeup artist, straightening his face, looking serious and unquestionable.

"What are you laughing at? Be serious. You're putting on makeup! Pay attention to your expression. How can I put on makeup when you're laughing like that?"

An Xiaoqian didn't open her eyes either, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help trembling slightly, as if she was hiding some little secret. Her cheeks puffed up slightly, and she hummed twice in a playful manner. Then she slowly calmed down and her smile faded away bit by bit.

Hu Xiaobei looked at her like this and shook his head helplessly, but his heart felt itchy and tingling as if being brushed by soft willow catkins.

He calmed himself down and secretly reminded himself: business is more important, don't be tempted by women!
Hu Xiaobei took a deep breath and gradually calmed himself down. He gently swept the makeup brush in his hand across An Xiaoqian's cheek. His movements became more and more gentle, and his eyes were full of cherishment and concentration.

His eyes were fixed on An Xiaoqian's face, from her curved eyebrows, to her high hump nose, to her slightly pouting lips, not missing a single detail.

As the makeup was gradually completed, An Xiaoqian's face increasingly showed the charm of Mrs. Xiang, and her beauty was breathtaking.

Hu Xiaobei's hand froze in mid-air for a moment, his gaze fixed on An Xiaoqian's long eyelashes. They were like two small fans, trembling gently with her breathing.

At this moment, the air in the car seemed to become sticky.

Although An Xiaoqian closed her eyes, her breathing became quickened and her chest rose and fell slightly, as if she was caught in an indescribable throbbing by this invisible atmosphere.

Hu Xiaobei's breathing unconsciously became heavy, and the makeup brush in his hand was suspended above An Xiaoqian's cheek, trembling slightly.

His gaze seemed to carry real warmth, caressing her features inch by inch, as if he wanted to engrave this face into his heart with his eyes.

The allure of An Xiaoqian's beautiful face was infinitely magnified in the narrow space inside the car, like a dazzling glare, which made Hu Xiaobei a little confused.

His eyes fell on An Xiaoqian's rosy lips, and a bold and crazy idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

His fingers rose uncontrollably, the fingertips curled quietly, and slowly moved closer to her face.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, his lips pursed slightly, and a barely perceptible struggle flashed across his face.

At this moment, An Xiaoqian's brows wrinkled slightly, as if she had caught a hint of danger in the air.

But because of his trust in Hu Xiaobei, he didn't take it to heart at all.

And at this critical moment - just when he was about to touch her skin, Hu Xiaobei suddenly woke up.

His pupils constricted instantly, and a flash of panic and self-blame flashed across his eyes, as if he had been stung by his own thoughts.

He quickly pulled his hand back, his fingers clenched into a fist, yet he was trembling slightly.

Immediately, he turned his head and took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, trying to suppress the impulse.

There was a brief silence, and time seemed to stand still.

When he turned back again, Hu Xiaobei's face had regained its composure, but a layer of fine beads of sweat quietly seeped out on his forehead, revealing the turmoil in his heart.

Hmm, the heating must be turned up too high!

He picked up the setting powder puff, his movements steady but with a hint of deliberate composure, and carefully set An Xiaoqian's makeup again and again, as if this could completely bury the dangerous thoughts just now.

(End of this chapter)