Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

   Chapter 1261 Happy

   Feeling a little lost, Lan Xianxian secretly sighed.

  What the **** is she doing? Today is just to help Ou Ximing, how can she think about so many outrageous things.

   Watching Ou Ximing reopen a set of makeup brushes, and then looking at the almost identical sets of makeup boxes next to her, she couldn't help but ask:

   "Do you need to carry so many tools for competition?"

   Ou Ximing glanced at the box next to him and shook his head.

   "It was Mr. Shen who asked me to prepare one myself. The previous one, I won't let me continue to use it."

  Lan Xianxian paused, then nodded after a while, "Mr. Shen's thoughtful consideration. In this kind of competition, competitors can do nothing but these."

   In the car accident two days ago, it was not until the media broke the news that she was seriously ill that she really realized the real purpose of the car accident.

  Someone wanted to destroy Ou Ximing's model, and President Shen asked the hospital to spread the news that she was seriously ill, in order to let the other party relax their vigilance, and to prevent her from being injured twice before the game.

   Since some people are willing to destroy a person's life in order to win the game, it seems too natural to do anything with cosmetics or other places.

   She sometimes felt that she could actually be on her own, but when compared with Mr. Shen, she still seemed too immature.

   The two-hour game is actually just before you know it.

   During the game, although many people gave up the game, in the end, there were still many people left.

   Next is the fantastic change of stage.

   The light is slightly dim, and with the subtle movement of each grid, a T stage is slowly formed in the middle.

   You can vaguely see the outline.

  The crowd exclaimed in amazement. From the very beginning, this year's competition was different from the past.

   The host's ethereal voice sounded, "Let's not talk much, let's appreciate together, our beautiful brides today!"

  Fantastic and wonderful music sounded, and an international makeup contest turned into a beautiful and dreamy bridal catwalk show in a blink of an eye.

At the end of the   T stage, a figure swayed slightly. Before long, the lights above the T stage were turned on one by one, and the stage effect of white and pink crocheted fantasy was like a fairyland.

After   , the models slowly came on stage.

All of them are dressed in white wedding dresses, or with small exposed shoulders, or bold and enchanting wearing deep V-neck wedding dresses, or knee-length skirts, short in the front and long in the back, or long skirts with trailing tails. Or a transparent veil of a hood, swaying gently with the pace.

   And every model has a happy and tranquil smile on the face, everyone is full of confidence, and every one looks like an absolute heroine today.

   Every model who walks by has a number plate symbolizing the designer's identity hanging on the waist.

  Each model, the host introduced the information of the contestants.

   Next, there are only two contestants who did not appear, namely Ou Ximing and Liang Chenyi.

   If you look at the number plate, the next step is to hold the 166th Ou Ximing.

   But when Ou Ximing persuaded Lan Xianxian not to be nervous, he heard the host say:

"Okay, here are the works of contestant No. 167, Liang Chenyi, the gold medal makeup artist of Lehua Entertainment, is the exclusive makeup artist of many first-line stars and celebrities, and the two consecutive champions of our international makeup competition, so this year's third consecutive makeup artist Guan, is it him too? There is a model below, Miss Zhao Zimo will appear..."

The expression on Ou Ximing's face instantly sank. If some of the host's words were in favor of Liang Chenyi intentionally or unintentionally, he even said that he was thinking too much about letting too many people give up the game in the middle of the game. If the belly of a gentleman is a gentleman, then it would be more obvious now.

   This host is really Liang Chenyi's licking dog.

   Shen Fanxing's brows and eyes were also lowered, and he looked up at the host who was standing in the corner of the stage, his eyes were sharp and cold.

   Applause sounded, and in the last cubicle, a slender figure slowly walked onto the runway.

   When she stood still at the end of the runway, the circle of light hit her instantly.

   Everyone couldn't help exclaiming, all of them were amazed by Zhao Zimo who was inside the aperture.

  Zhao Zimo is a goddess-level figure in the eyes of many people. She has great advantages in temperament and body. Coupled with her perfect facial features, light makeup and light makeup are enough to amaze everyone.

But at this moment, she has a pink glow on her face, a pair of beautiful eyes that have been decorated with gorgeous peaches and plums, apricot eyes are shy and sparkling, pink lips are like peaches, the makeup looks light, but there are too many Things do not need to be deliberately decorated with expressions, they are natural.

   That kind of charm is definitely not something that ordinary people can imitate and compare.

   What adds even more points is her beautiful wedding dress, a scarf as thin as a cicada's wings is fixed behind her head, and a scarf several meters long drags a beautiful arc behind her.

   Holding a white rose in his hand, under the illumination of the light, his face is even more dreamy and beautiful.

   She walked slowly step by step, as if every inch of white lotus could grow under her feet.

   "My God, the fairies come down to earth..."

   "As expected of Mr. Liang, I thought Zi Mo was usually pretty enough, but I didn't expect it to surprise me."

   "I really envy Teacher Liang. Being able to marry a beautiful woman like Zhao Zimo as a wife is really... a blessing."

   Almost without the guidance of the host, the whole venue spontaneously burst into applause.

  Shen Fanxing applauded without hesitation, she nodded, and felt very good about Zhao Zimo's appearance at the moment.

  Liang Chenyi still has some real skills, otherwise, he would not have been able to rely on his unreliable means to get all the way to this day, and he is highly respected.

  Some reporters filmed Shen Fanxing applauding.

   "It seems that this year's three consecutive championships, Mr. Liang has no doubts."

   "It's really amazing enough, no, even President Shen of Xingchen International couldn't help but applaud him."

   "Today's overall situation has been decided! I really want to congratulate Mr. Liang, who has won three consecutive championships, an internationally renowned makeup artist, and the pride of the Chinese!"

   All the people present were applauding him, and the praise and congratulations in their mouths were endless.

   At this time, Liang Chenyi came from the dark and stepped forward to hold Zhao Zimo's hand.

   stood on the stage and bowed to everyone.

   "Thank you, thank you for your trust and continuous support, I am very grateful for this, and of course, my most beautiful bride in the world, thank you for supporting me all the way."

   After Liang Chenyi finished speaking, he took Zhao Zimo's hand to his lips and kissed gently.

   The applause and whistles from the audience were one after another.

   Liang Chenyi appeared as an absolute winner.

  Because in the program arrangement, only the designer who finally won the award will have the opportunity to appear next to the model and enjoy the honor.

   He is now standing up, is this a self-proclaimed champion?

  Shen Fanxing's clapping hand gradually retracted, looking at Liang Chenyi, who was talking on the stage, embracing Zhao Zimo in a show of affection, and slowly said:

   "Can you make the venue a bit more?"

   The sound was not loud, but it was clear and loud, and the noisy hall gradually quieted down, and they all looked towards Shen Fanxing.

   One after another line of sight fell on Shen Fanxing, but Shen Fanxing seemed to feel nothing, but said to the host:

   "Is there one last contestant who didn't play?"

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   (end of this chapter)