Floating Color

Finally boarding the plane, Mi Chen has not been in first class for a long time. In the past, when my mother was still alive, as the director of a large luxury goods company, travel was in first class, but since her mother's death, Mi Chen flew back from France and sat in economy class. She was small, her legs hanging on the chair, and her knees were out of joint after ten hours.

Li Mojun pushed Mi Chen's suitcase into the luggage rack easily, and then sat down by the window.

Mi Chen was right on her boarding pass. Was she sitting with Li Mojun? Shouldn't it be Mr. Bodyguard sitting next to her?

Mi Chen didn't dare to ask, and sat down alone. If Li Mojun was not satisfied, she should take the initiative to drive her away.

She sat down until the seat belts were fastened, and Li Mojun didn't say a word, so Mi Chen was relieved.

After the plane took off, the aircraft meal began to be distributed. Mi Chen watched the movie intently, but she didn't expect to have "Chess" starring Li Mojun. Li Mojun was only 26 years old when shooting "Chess Master". Qingjun's facial features are unforgettable. Start up and fall, it is a storm.

Obviously, it is a dull tone and flowing story, but it shows a charm because of Li Mojun's performance. Every subtle expression on his face touched people's hearts.

It didn't take long for the flight attendant to present a plane meal for the first-class guests. Mi Chen was too fascinated to watch the movie. One accidentally, the sauce of fish-flavored eggplant ran down the chin, and it was about to flow to the neck.

She hurriedly removed the paper towels, but did not expect someone to hold the napkin on her chin and wiped the sauce slightly upward.

"It's time to eat." Li Mojun's voice came, and his expression was cold.

Mi Chen's heart was stuffed. I watched your movie, OK? This means that my staff supports you!

Li Mojun did not continue to ignore Mi Chen. He seemed to have no appetite, and set aside for a bite for lunch.

Just thinking of the temperature just passed by Li Mojun through the napkin, Mi Chen suddenly felt less distressed. According to her understanding of Li Mojun, shouldn't the other party continue to watch her sloppyly dismantle napkins, and finally the sauce flows down the neck to the collar to yard?

This once again proves Mi Chen's view of Li Mojun, who is not as cold as he looks.

After running out of the plane meal, Mi Chen became sleepy. She tilted her head to the side and slept dark. When she woke up again, it was because the aircraft broadcast was about to arrive at the airport.

Mi Chen moved her shoulders, only to realize that she was covered with a thin blanket sometime.

Looking aside, Li Mojun's profile is still quiet, and no traces can be seen.

After taking the luggage out of the passage, Mi Chen saw the fans who were holding posters and signs waiting and froze. A cursory glance, at least a few hundred people. Mi Chen knew that Li Mojun's trip to Japan was completely Xingyao's interim plan, and of course these fans were also temporarily informed by the news. That's how there were hundreds of people.

It seems that Li Mojun's appeal in Asia really cannot be underestimated.

Of course, Li Mojun really has a sense of looking at the mountains in this age when red lips and white teeth are weak and rampant.

As soon as he came out, the fans had a tendency to gather up. The airport security rushed to maintain order, and Li Mojun's bodyguard also came to him.

This posture was completely unthinkable by Xingyao. As long as it is known, they should send more bodyguards!

Mi Chen turned around and saw that Xiao Chen was pushing the luggage cart to the end. She was considering whether to help him. She felt her wrists tightened and she was dragged over.

Her forehead hit Li Mojun's shoulder, and as soon as she looked up, she saw the other person's slightly frowned brows.

Fans broke through numerous lines of defense, shouting at words that Mi Chen couldn't understand. The repeated sentences were "Kakuyi" and "Road to Love West". Their hands reached out just to touch Li Mojun, but they were always stopped by Mr. Bodyguard.

They were struggling, and the pick-up personnel sent by the Japanese came to separate the over-enthusiastic fans together with the bodyguards, and opened up the way for Li Mojun.

Like being afraid of her being squeezed away, Li Mojun's fingers were very hard, almost embedded in Mi Chen's wrist bones.

Mi Chen frowned, her face pale with pain, and she had to reach out and try to break Li Mojun's fingers. But Li Mojun dragged harder.

Finally, they were surrounded by a lot, and they finally got on a black babysitter. Before Xiao Chen had time to get in the car, the door closed, the engine started, and he walked away.

"Wait! Xiao Chen hasn't got in the car yet! He is pushing the salute!" Mi Chen turned his head and saw the fans chasing him out.

Li Mojun sullen his face and didn't answer her in the slightest. Mi Chen didn't understand, what happened to Li Mojun?

Following their translation, Xiaolin Zhe also turned his head to explain kindly: "Xiaomi, don't worry, there is a car in the company that will send Chen Jun to the hotel!"

Mi Chen then settled down. She rubbed her wrist, and Li Mojun's fingerprints were clearly visible.

It hurts her! If his wrist was crushed by him, she would retire completely!

Then, Xiao Linzhe also told them about the itinerary for the past few days. This afternoon and evening they rest at the hotel. There will be a talk show tomorrow morning and a meeting of fans in the afternoon. On the third day, at noon the day after tomorrow, there will be a media reception. They will be able to return home in the afternoon the day after tomorrow.

Mi Chen turned on her phone and saw a text message.

Bai Yihan: How did it shut down?

Mi Chen quickly replied: Brother Bai, I came to Japan to promote the world of Jin Quan. Will you come?

Bai Yihan: I have a director to talk about the script, so I will not go. If the schedule is not tight, you can have fun in Japan.

Mi Chen touched his arm. He just felt cold when he just got out of the airport. It seems that I really want to buy clothes to wear.

Finally at the hotel, Mi Chen was the only girl in Li Mojun's entourage, and was honoured to enjoy a room alone. Twenty minutes after they arrived at the hotel, Xiao Chen also came.

Everyone said to take a break, the organizer will arrange dinner for Li Mojun and his entourage.

The hotel room was very clean, she opened the window and looked out, she saw the Takashimaya Times Square in the distance.

I looked at the time, and it was only four o'clock in the afternoon. It was two hours before the agreed dinner time, enough for her to buy a dress to keep out the cold.

Tokyo is indeed a paradise for shopping, dazzling billboards, various shops, fashionable young women, and some students who still wear short skirts on a cold day ... It is already so cold, they can still wear skirts Mi Chen expressed 120 thousand admiration for their cold resistance.

Apparently, Mi Chen walked for twenty minutes before arriving.

Takashimaya had 14 floors. Mi Chen looked up. She was pressed for time. She quickly bought a coat and went back to the hotel. Do n’t miss the dinner.

She tried a military green casual coat, the price was very satisfactory, swiped the card and put on her body, but after walking out of the mall, she found a very serious problem. Which is the direction of her hotel?

The billboard that made her feel prosperous like a dream is now the biggest obstacle. Every road looks the same, Mi Chen has a sense of daze standing in the middle of the world without knowing where to go.

By the way, the hotel name is printed on the hotel card! Mi Chen quickly turned over the bag, sadly reminded that she did not pull the room card!

What's the name of that hotel? Mi Chen made a phone call to Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen was very enthusiastic and asked if she wanted to pick her up. Mi Chen said no, she just wanted to know the name of the hotel. Xiao Chen found a staff member and told Mi Chen the name of the hotel according to the calabash.

Mi Chen kept meditating on the hotel name in his heart, stopped a taxi, and read out the hotel name.

The taxi driver looked back at Mi Chen with a suspicious expression. Mi Chen thought that the other party had not heard clearly, so he repeated the address again.

The driver's expression made Mi Chen feel weird, but when the car drove out, Mi Chen just wanted to get off.

Mi Chen remembered that Miao Miao once told many stories about the strange Japanese milo, and the road the car passed made Mi Chen strange. Pull her to some wild country, and ... Mi Chen scared herself ...

Soon after, the taxi stopped in a very prosperous place, Mi Chen looked around, and all the billboards only recognized the word "Shinjuku".

Mi Chen repeated the name of the hotel in disbelief. The driver pointed in a certain direction. Mi Chen thought that maybe the road through which was the back door of the hotel?

She paid, got out of the car, and walked in that direction.

The more she walked, the more strange she felt.

She saw a lot of famous cars coming in and out, and it seemed that some senior clubs were on the street, and even some solemnly dressed women had just walked in. Occasionally, they could see handsome and handsome men passing by, and even blinked at her.

Mi Chen searched for a long time in his mind, and finally found a suitable adjective-bright red and green, oh, and paper drunk gold fan.

She felt that the painting style was really wrong, and she was about to turn around to leave. Suddenly a man standing in front of the clubhouse smoking stopped her.

The other party is a very handsome man with a polite smile and a cigarette-like gesture like half of what came out of a Japanese manga. Obviously his movements were abrupt, but Mi Chen couldn't find it annoying.

He speaks a paragraph of Japanese, regardless of the tone or rhythm of the speech, whether it is fast or slow, and the slightly rising tail, it makes people feel itchy.

But Mi Chen didn't understand.

He paused and changed his English.

"Are you a tourist coming to Tokyo?"

When Mi Chen followed her mother to New York Fashion Week, she met a few Japanese male models. Their English is stiff and sounds very laborious. But the man's English is very fluent in front of him.

"Yes. I want to go back to my hotel, but somehow the taxi driver brought me here."

The other party was a little stunned. Mi Chen's English is very pure London accent. At first glance, it is a little blunt, but when you taste it carefully, you can feel the classic elegance. It is obviously that you have received a good education.

Mi Chen's English was followed by Lin Runan. Lin Runan prefers London accent to American pronunciation.

"Then you can come in and sit down, drink something, then make a phone call and wait for your friend to pick you up, how?"

"Thank you, but no more. I'll find a place to wait." Mi Chen is not used to strangers' invitations, even though the other party looks very gentle. And the clubhouse here looks very high-end, and the women who walked in are all very high-end clothes. Mi Chen even saw someone wearing Milan's custom-made luxury brand DNL's new season.

"It doesn't matter. As a tourist, you can come in and take a seat. It's a feeling of the local people's life."

The other person's smile was too polite and not malicious.

"How about a glass of lemon coke?" The other person blinked.

When the man moved his position, Mi Chen found that the corner of his right eye was slightly bruised and his cheekbones were blue.

"Don't get me wrong, it wasn't hurt by the jealous husband, it was just an accident. But it affected my performance today." The other person raised his face, a very headache expression, "Ah! Ah! My ranking It is estimated that it will fall. "

Ranking? What ranking?

Mi Chen turned his face to the side and looked at the other party. In fact, the injury was not serious, and it was easy to make up for it. But Mi Chen had no intention of doing much business.

She looked at the time and it was terrible, it was almost six o'clock! No way, this time really can only call Xiao Chen to pick her up.

Only when she turned to Xiao Chen's mobile phone number, she heard a low-battery reminder, and she only had 5% of electricity left.

Mi Chen felt squandered and quickly dialed her mobile phone number. No matter 3, 21, 21, she yelled, "Xiao Chen! I'm lost in Shinjuku! Come and pick me up!"

I don't know if the other party understands it, or how big Shinjuku is, and whether Xiao Chen can find her. Mi Chen made up her mind to find a place to charge! It really doesn't work, she can't lose contact with the organization even by opening a room to charge!

The male publicist smiled at Mi Chen's face with his arms and slowly said, "Come in, you need to charge your phone."

Mi Chen lowered his head and thought about it, how much can a glass of cola cost? If she really finds a hotel room in Shinjuku, is it more expensive to charge?

"Really? If I order a glass of coke, will you charge me?"

"It's true." The man made a please gesture. "Hello, my name is Narita Yuya."

Mi Chen followed him in, and then Mi Chen was stupid.

The decoration inside is very luxurious, and the air is filled with the luxury of alcohol? Distraught, Mi Chen suddenly seemed to come to a dizzy underground kingdom.

A handsome man in a suit passed by her and greeted her with a smile.

In round circular decks, Mi Chen saw two men sitting next to the woman in DNL. They talked and laughed, and their eyes were some kind of unspeakable fluctuation. There are also women in their forties who are in their forties and embraced by young men in their early twenties. Mi Chen swallowed and felt that it was really getting weird here.

When they came to the innermost deck, Narita patted the seat and said softly, "Please sit down."

Mi Chen looked around in embarrassment, and she felt out of place.

"Lemon Coke?" Narita looked at her and determined with his eyes whether it was really only Lemon Coke.

But now, Mi Chen doesn't even want to drink lemon coke.

"Where is this place? Are you a waiter here?"

"Waiter?" Narita smiled and slowly said, "I'm a male publicist."

Mi Chen's head couldn't turn around for a while.

Male PR ... Male PR!

Is it that many clubs here are ...

God! She has only seen these scenes in idol dramas. Didn't expect to see her when she first came to Tokyo? Does she have to take a photo of the other person and leave it to meow and kneel and lick it? Is she crazy? Actually entered the Niulang store!

She could hardly imagine that if Xiao Chen found her in this place ... she would not have to live!

"Nothing ... No need ... I'm leaving now, I'm afraid my friend won't find me!"

"Why do you have such an expression? What are you thinking about in our heads? Our job is to listen. Help customers relieve stress. Foreign tourists seem to have some misunderstandings about our work."

If it is a little girl, it may be confused by the other's skin. But after she saw such great things as Bai Yihan and Li Mojun, these people were no longer attractive.

If you need to talk and vomit, she has a trash can.

If she needs to relieve stress, she can go to the sandbag to lose weight.

Male PR or something ... not for her.

Mi Chen just got up and left, and the other party spoke again.

"So traditional, what do you do?"

"I ... I'm not a rich person, just an ordinary tourist. That, bye!"

"I am working for you, not asking if you have money."

The other party's attitude is very calm, but instead makes Mi Chen feel that she is discriminating against other people's work.

"I am a makeup artist."

"Makeup artist? Is there a way for my face?"

"... In fact, the injury on your face is not too serious." Mi Chen said honestly. Compared with the scars on Li Mojun's face when filming "Golden Power", Narita's injury did not affect his performance at all.

"Okay, you covered the scars on my face, and I asked you to drink lemon coke and charge it, how about it?"

The other person has a good skin appearance. Even if he has a little wound on his face, Mi Chen is sure that he can easily confuse many women. Why should he always be attached to her sprouts?

"You also said that you are not rich. What can I get from you? You can think of tonight as a rare period. It may be indefinite in the future." Narita pointed to the socket.

Mi Chen thought, she came in, as long as she did n’t drink anything and ordered nothing, as long as the phone could be turned on, she hurried away!

"Okay, I'll help you cover the scars on your face. You let me charge! But I didn't bring any makeup."

"Wait." Narita got up and said something in the ear of the other man, the other nodded.

It didn't take long before the other party sent a cosmetic case to Narita.

When Mi Chen opened it, the most basic tools and colors were readily available.

Narita's skin is good, and the facial proportions are also very good, Mi Chen is easy to play.

Even a few women sat with the male publicist around them, curious to know what Mi Chen would turn Narita into.

They talked in Japanese while chatting, and Mi Chen couldn't understand a half sentence.

Until half an hour later, Mi Chen put away the brush, looked at Narita left and right, and took off his clip that didn't hold Liu Hai, "Okay."

When Mi Chen moved away, everyone could finally see Narita's face.

They all showed surprised expressions. The scars on Narita's face could not be seen at all. Ming Chen did not put too heavy makeup on him. The most important thing is that the facial features are three-dimensional, but they can't see the deliberately outlined eyeliner.

Mi Chen couldn't understand these Japanese, she just hurried to check how much her phone was charged.

Great! It's 25%!

When Mi Chen was about to unplug her power and thanked Narita, she walked away when the woman in DNL spoke.

Mi Chen looked at her suspiciously and could only reply in English: "I'm sorry, I don't understand Japanese."

Narita got up and asked the other person to sit down very respectfully and then said to Mi Chen: "This is Mrs. Xunzi, the president of Kawakami Corporation."

"Kawakami? Kawakami, one of Japan's three largest cosmetic companies?"

Mrs. Xunzi smiled and said to Mi Chen in English: "Yes, I am Xunshang Kawakami. I saw your makeup technique just now and found it very interesting.

Kawakami seeking child? It was really that Kawakami seeker! She is the queen of the Japanese makeup world! "Kawakami", a makeup brand, has entered the European market a few years ago! Even before Lin Runan founded his own makeup brand, he was very fond of "Kawakami"!

And you even saw Kawakami looking for children in this place?

Mi Chen was like seeing the teacher's pupils, subconsciously straightening his waist.

At this time, Mi Chen's mobile phone rang, Xiao Chen called.

She quickly connected the phone.

"Mi Chen! You hang up half of what you said? You said you got lost in Shinjuku? But you have to make it clear where you are in Shinjuku!"

"I'm ... I'm ..." Mi Chen looked at Narita and asked for help, "Mr. Narita, what is this place? My friend came to me."

Kawami Kawako made a wink at Narita, and Narita took Mi Chen's cell phone.

At first he spoke English, but then he started speaking Japanese.

Mi Chen panicked and kept saying to Narita: "Please tell him the road nearby! Don't let him come here!"