Rebirth: The Curse of Manzhushahua

Chapter 223 Flower Demon
Chapter 55 Flower Fairy
Feng Jingchen rubbed his forehead, he came to use this banquet to let her regain her confidence, and maybe meet another person who can open his heart, but, like this, anyone who wants to approach her is a fool Question, the dress is very beautiful, light purple, he can feel it at the first time, she is very suitable for this color, she is very thin, this dress is with light gauze, wearing it on her body will have a kind of It can be said to be an elegant feeling, but except for her face, the red birthmark has become her symbol. Now, no one will look at her clothes, only her face, all of her The characteristics are all destroyed by this birthmark.

"Try again," Feng Jingchen put down his hand and ordered, he must make her beautiful for me, he did it to give her confidence, not to hurt her, let alone hurt himself, he is not that boring yet.

"Yes," the makeup guy took another dark foundation and applied it on her face, and Xia Sha just let them abuse her face. In fact, she really didn't want to go , It just seems that these people disagree, if the birthmark is blocked, is she not Xia Sha?
She closed her eyes, really tired.Can she go to bed, aren't they tired?Sweat dripped from Master Hua's face from time to time. They have been beating for almost half an hour. They have used all methods, but her face is really strange. They are really powerless to suck what they use. .

After another ten minutes, Feng Jingchen went from standing to sitting, and finally stood up again, his brows became more and more wrinkled, while Wen Hui and Chen Xiaolu became more and more nervous, it was torture man time.

"Okay, okay, stop," Feng Jingchen waved his hands, if this continues, this clown girl will fall asleep, and her face is a cement wall, which has been painted so many layers, I don't know if it will Will be poisoned.

"Yes," the makeup artist stood up quickly, his hands were so sore that he couldn't even pick up anything.And Xia Sha opened her eyes, a little dazed in her eyes, she was really about to fall asleep.

Can you stop torturing her, she is really tired.

Feng Jingchen looked at Xia Sha's confused eyes, but her face was still half red and half normal, what should I do with this state, he walked around touching his chin, he couldn't let her go like this, If so, then they simply don't want to forget it.

"Let me come." At this time, a person suddenly walked into the door. Feng Jingchen looked up and saw An Moran in a beige suit. In fact, white really suits him very well. The most worn by others is elegant. A little, but he wears it with a demure demeanor, which is also related to his face that looks like a woman but not a woman.

"What can you do?" Feng Jingchen raised his hand, and pointed to several makeup artists standing aside. They were all international makeup artists specially invited by him. No one could do anything, could it be An Moran? He even does makeup for women, when did he have such a skill.He never knew, if it was true, then he could really hide it.

An Moran didn't speak, just walked in front of Xia Sha, and sat next to her. Xia Sha raised his head to look at him, his eyes were still a little dazed, she really wanted to cover her face, not to torture him Her face hurts a little.

"It hurts?" An Moran wiped her face with a tissue. Although it was a birthmark, there was a tinge of redness that was different from the past, which showed how the make-up artist tried her best to cover up the birthmark.

Xia Sha nodded, for some reason, she suddenly felt wronged in front of An Moran, they really hurt her face.

An Moran cast a cold glance at the make-up artist standing aside, such a cold and cold gaze made the make-up artist tremble, feeling a cold blow, a little scary.

If it is said that eyes can kill, Lu Junhao's coldness is one kind, then An Tianran's usual lack of emotion is also the same.

One comes from the heart, and the other comes from the coolness of the soul.

Feng Jingchen raised his eyebrows, looked at Xia Sha's birthmark that was much deeper than before, and also glanced at the make-up artist. He asked them to make up, not to let them scratch her skin, he was really mad at him .And this clown girl is really stupid, her face hurts, she doesn't make a sound, treat them as air, she has to scratch her face to know the pain.

She is not stupid, who is stupid, not because she is naturally insensitive to pain.

An Moran wiped off the already thick powder on her face, and gently rubbed her face with warm fingers, her eyes were very focused without any impurities, Xia Sha felt a burst of warmth on her face, I also relaxed a lot. Is this just the feeling of sunshine? It's really warm.

There was a beautiful solitude blooming around her lips, very fresh and natural, An Moran put down his hand, took out a brush from the bottom, and outlined a few points, others only saw An Moran's hand His paintbrush moved from time to time, but he didn't know what he was doing. After another 10 minutes passed, An Moran put down the pen in his hand and stood up. The shadow in front of her suddenly disappeared, and she slowly opened her eyes. And her face also fell into everyone's eyes at this time.

Feng Jingchen looked at Xia Sha in front of him incredulously, he blinked his eyes, and couldn't believe what he saw, that clown girl, no, no, not ugly at all.

"Flower demon," these words suddenly came out of his lips, and he looked at An Moran who was calm as usual. Especially, Xia Sha gently moved her eyelashes, and some brilliance fell in her eyes, which made her eyes a little uncomfortable. It seemed that she originally lived in the dark, and suddenly the sun came, and she felt a little dazzling.

It's not ugly, it's not ugly at all, it can even be said to be extremely beautiful, with some coquettish and weird beauty.No wonder Feng Jingchen said hers was a flower demon, she really looked like a demon.

The auditorium of Holy Night College is a standard aristocratic building, with pure western sea blue walls, a spiral staircase made of marble, a thick layer of short-haired iron on the floor, and transparent glasses placed on the bottom. When the orange tablecloth was worn, there was a pure milky white luster.

At this time, many students have already arrived early. There are no ugly girls or ugly boys in this school. The girls are as beautiful as flowers, and the boys are handsome and elegant. Images of handsome men and beautiful women can be seen everywhere. The so-called beauty may be found here The most appropriate explanation is that the flowery young years cannot be replaced by anything.

The door opened again, and a pair of young men and women walked in from the outside, instantly like stars holding the moon, such a brilliance that no one can match.

(End of this chapter)