The rebirth of the national school is too paranoid

Chapter 164 168. Makeup Photos [[-]]

"Yes, Director Xu!" Xiao Qiao hurried over, and when she stopped, she didn't forget to push her loose glasses.

Xiao Qiao shifted her gaze to Hua Yin who was next to Director Xu, and it happened that Hua Yin also looked at her, and her eyes met.

Such a clean boy...

Even though she has been in the entertainment industry for eight or nine years and has seen countless good-looking and handsome men, she still feels amazing in her heart.

"He is Hua Yin, playing the role of Lin Baiyi, the male second, and give him a pre-determined costume. Hurry up, speed and quality are all important!" Xu Jiangzhou saw that Xiao Qiao was staring at Hua Yin in a daze, and his brows were tightened. His voice was very low, and his heart Some angry.

Xiao Qiao has been with him for some years, and she can be regarded as an old man in the makeup industry of the entertainment industry.How many handsome men and beauties have never seen her behave inappropriately before, why is she still fascinated by Hua Yin, a college student today?

A roar brought Xiao Qiao's thoughts back to reality.

Reining in her emotions, Xiao Qiao smiled and said to Hua Yin, "Come with me."

The powder room is not far away, just two steps away.

Following Xiao Qiao into one of the dressing rooms, Hua Yin sat on a black leather swivel chair and had nothing to do, so he looked at himself in the mirror.

Hua Yin seemed to have never looked at this face in the mirror so seriously, this strange face.

The facial features can be considered exquisite, but they are far from his previous appearance.

It can't be said that he relies on his face for food, but in the past, Su Qingyuan did win the hearts of many pretty girls with his good-looking face.So much so that when he lingered in the flowers and was noticed by his master and admonished him with a nine-jointed whip, those ladies from all over the world rushed to protect him regardless of the etiquette of life and death.

But at this moment, Xiao Qiao had finished fiddling with the makeup props, and saw Hua Yin was looking at the mirror in a daze, so she couldn't help but look at him.

The person in front of him looked like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, with short hair that was fine and smooth, and under the thick eyebrows were a pair of peach blossom eyes that were twitched upwards, with clear black and white eyes.Through these eyes, she couldn't see a trace of hypocrisy and delusion in the eyes of adults, as if the person in front of her was a clean and pure white paper.

Xiao Qiao lowered her eyelids, distractedly picking up the eyebrow pencil, which is no longer needed.

No one saw her, but she hid a trace of loneliness and pain in her eyes.

Once upon a time, she personally put on light makeup for such a clean boy and made a promise, hoping that one day he would be able to take the position she wanted.Now things are different.

Seeing the young man in front of him now, he sighed involuntarily.

How did you get into the big dye tank of the entertainment industry...

What a pity, such a beautiful young man.

Xiao Qiao clipped Hua Yin's broken hair to the sides, picked up the makeup brush, and lightly brushed it on his finely carved face.

While applying makeup, he said with a faint smile: "Your eyebrows are very thick, and your skin is very delicate, even more delicate than a girl's. Originally, you don't need to retouch the painting, but your skin color is like a piece of suet jade. Fair and translucent, it always looks a little juvenile, although the character of Lin Baiyi is set to be relatively white, but with a little makeup, it will be better, and it will look more mature."

"Well, thank you."

At the end of the painting, in a trance, Xiao Qiao put a little beauty mole under the left eye of those peach blossom eyes.

When she looked back, another face in her memory overlapped it.The eyebrow pencil in her hand fell to the ground in shock.

"Clap" sound.

It was particularly abrupt in the silent dressing room.

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(End of this chapter)