Yan Shao's Fatal Affection

Guan Qianyu looked at her coldly. She knew exactly why she disappeared three years ago. Based on the fact that only the two of them knew the secret, wouldn't her face blush or her heart beat when she was lying?

"I'd really rather have you tied up three years ago." She sarcastically coldly.

Yan Xiyu's face darkened suddenly, and he said to her, "Guan Qianyu!"

Can this kind of nonsense be said casually?
The man's face was sombre, his gaze was turned away from Guan Qianyu, and his voice was slightly cold, "Call the doctor."

In the late Qing Dynasty, almost all the staff watching the excitement were cleared, and two assistants were left behind, and they came here now.

In a low voice: "It's too late, Mr. Yan."

The agreed shooting time was almost over, and Qiao Ai was late when she came over.

This endorsement is Qiao Ai's first shot to gain popularity in her debut, and it is very important, she knows this very well.

So holding back his grievance and righteous look, he looked up at Yan Xiyu weakly, "It's okay, Ah Yu, put on some makeup to cover it up, and go to the hospital after the filming is over, it doesn't itch anymore."

In the end, the on-site medical staff treated her, applied cold compresses, and the erythema subsided a lot, and then put on makeup again.

Late Qing has already gone to say hello to the field managers, after all, the start of filming has been delayed too much.

The assistants and Yan Xiyu were left in the dressing room.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Seeing her not moving, Yan Xiyu looked sideways.

Guan Qianyu's lips were soft, "Why don't you change to a makeup artist?"

Qiao Ai frowned and looked over, "I don't want to pursue it anymore, and you still put your nose on your face? Where can I find a makeup artist at this time? Do you want me to not be able to take endorsement shots?"

This is a big-name endorsement obtained by Yan Xiyu's connections, and the company cannot afford to lose it.

Yan Xiyu said in a deep voice, "Get ready."

However, Qiao Ai stopped her again, "Wait, throw away all your supplies and use new ones."

Guan Qianyu naturally had no objection.

But when everything was ready, Qiao Ai called to stop again, staring at her hands, "Go and wash your hands."

Obviously looking for faults again?
"My hands are clean," she said.

"Go and wash." A man's voice came from behind.

Qiao Ai glanced at her proudly in the mirror.

She didn't say anything, and went to wash her hands.

When she came out, she had to be checked by Qiao Ai. She spread her hands in front of her, and Qiao Ai frowned, "I haven't washed off the powder, you want me to be allergic again?"

The powder just stained my fingertips and I can't wash it off.

She took the makeup remover and wiped it off, but Qiao Ai insisted that she wash her hands again.

After repeating this three times, Guan Qianyu felt angry, but this was her job, and with Yan Xiyu's "supervisor" over there, she could only endure it.

But after she came back, Qiao Ai looked at her nails, "Are the nails clean? What kind of nails did you keep as a makeup artist? Cut them off."

The anger in Guan Qianyu's heart rose, "Are you finished?"

As she said that, she threw the foundation brush she had picked up on the table.

Just hit Joe Love's cup.

"Ah!" The cup overturned, and Qiao Ai jumped from the chair.

Yan Xiyu just went out to answer the phone, and when she came in, she heard something, and there was already irritability between her brows, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Ai was still in shock, and then glared at her, "Guan Qianyu! You want to burn me to death?"

"Don't let me film this endorsement in a safe and secure manner? How many things do you want to make?"

Guan Qianyu sneered in her heart, who is doing this?
She said coldly, "I won't accompany you anymore, okay?"

Such a mentally retarded Bai Lian acted, and she seemed to be vulgar when she was with her.

Yan Xiyu came over and pulled her back as she pretended to leave, with no expression on her face and a deep voice, "Do whatever she asks, don't forget that you signed the contract."

Guan Qianyu stared at him, "Contract? You guys like to use agreements like this to play me like a monkey? Have you ever seen a makeup artist wash their hands five times!"

"This is a special situation." The man lowered his eyebrows, somewhat oppressed.

What is special?

"You also think I caused her allergies?" Guan Qianyu looked at him.

Yan Xiyu showed no expression, but touched her thin lips, "Everything is provided by the brand."

Her eyes turned cold, "What do you mean?"

The man looked away, and only said: "Do it."

Guan Qianyu stopped talking, and did as Qiao Ai said, and washed her hands after cutting her nails.

When she was washing her hands, she found that the crevices of her fingers were itchy. She thought it was because she had washed her hands too many times, so she didn't care and scratched.

After washing my hands, I went out to dry them, and found that the back of my hands were also itchy and a little red.

She frowned.

"Can you hurry up? Everyone is waiting!" Qiao Ai urged outside.

Guan Qianyu had no choice but to go out, and simply took a pair of latex gloves and put them on, so as to avoid Qiao Ai's further criticism.

This time it went smoothly, she skillfully put on her makeup, and Wan Qing came to pick up Qiao Ai.

Yan Xiyu took a step back and waited for everyone else to leave before walking towards her at the dressing table.

She lowered her head and packed the makeup case she brought over. The makeup brushes and so on inside were all the best, and she couldn't throw them here.

Seeing Yan Xiyu approaching from the mirror, her movements quickened.

Then when he reached out, she took a step back with her makeup bag, avoiding his touch.

"It's time for me to go, Mr. Yan still has something to do?" She said lightly.

Yan Xiyu watched her evasive movements, his eyes darkened, and he grabbed her wrist again and brought her over.

He stared at her with low eyebrows, and met her cold eyes, but said nothing, his thin lips were slightly pursed.

Guan Qianyu didn't want to listen to what he had to say, so she struggled a bit.

The strength in the man's hand tightened slightly, and she frowned, "I've finished serving your woman, what else do you want? Call the police? All right, let's find out why she is allergic."

Yan Xiyu looked into her angry eyes, finally lowered her voice, and said only one sentence: "Go and have dinner tonight."

She just broke away from him and left the dressing room without looking back.

Back at Donghuang Yipin, she still prepared dishes.

It's not that I want to do it, but I'm too lazy to be picked on.

It was past seven o'clock, when Yan Xiyu told her that she was coming soon, then she started cooking.

When the man entered, she had already prepared the dishes.

His eyes fell on the gloves she was wearing, thinking that he was afraid of being scalded by oil.