Floating Color

If Xiao Chen knew that she was in the male public relations club now ... she would n’t have to go back and die!

Narita chuckled and returned the phone to Mi Chen. "Your boyfriend speaks Japanese very well. And the voice is unique and charming. If he comes to our store, it will be very red."

Mi Chen embarrassed. Do you speak Japanese well? Could it be Mr. Kobayashi, the translator?

No, even Mr. Xiaolin knows? What would they think of her Mi Chen?

"So you just wait for him here." Kawakami Xunzi smiled and looked at Mi Chen. "Looking at Narita's radiant look, I also envy it. Why don't you also paint me a makeup?

"Ah? But Mrs. Xunzi you ..."

Kawakami Hiroko apparently went out after being well-dressed.

"I appreciate your makeup style. I do n’t mind removing makeup in front of you. I just want to know whether you can make a woman more beautiful besides a man." Kawakami looked at Narita, "This makeup artist has Did n’t say what she wanted to drink? "

"lemon Cola."

Kawakami Xiako raised her hand, and the female secretary who followed her actually took a makeup box.

"Let me see your strength."

This is simply a forced exam!

But if his makeup technique can conquer Queen-level characters like Kawakami Kawakami, Mi Chen feels that this is a challenge worth facing.

"Then let me remove the makeup for you personally."

"of course can."

Kawakami's cosmetic case comes with Kawakami's cosmetics. Mi Chen did not rush to use them, but tried their texture on the back of the hand. As she removes makeup for Kawakami, she feels her facial bones and facial features carefully.

Kawakami Shoko is a strong woman in a shopping mall. She not only needs to show the professionalism and wisdom of businessmen, but also needs to have a unique affinity for women.

Mi Chen decided to make Kawakami's cheeks look more plump, deepening the entire face with the height of the brow bone and nose bone, and the lip color will also be elegant. At the same time, as the helm of the makeup group, Mi Chen knew that she had to give Kawakami Hyunko a sense of fashion, not be too dull.

Kawakami Xunzi closed his eyes and felt Mi Chen's brush pen brushing across his cheek. Her technique is very gentle, and she is not obsessed with the existing colors.

More than half an hour later, Kawakami opened her eyes slightly, and she saw Mi Chen's focused look.

People around whispered from the beginning to watch quietly now. Kawakami could feel the miracle that happened to his face.

When Mi Chen exhaled, she said to Kawakami, "Mrs. Xunzi, would you please smile a little at me?"

Xunzi knew that Mi Chen was going to make the final adjustment for her. She raised the corner of her lips and smiled consistently elegantly.

Mi Chen turned his face, moved the brush again, and then sent the mirror to her. "Please take a look, is there anything else that needs to be modified?"

Kawakami Xunzi looked at herself in the mirror, and his head was shocked.

She is already in her forties, and she knows that apart from her temperament, she can't compete with those young girls in appearance.

But at this moment, she saw a young vitality, full of brilliance. The treatment of her eyes reminded her of the most popular "conch makeup" at New York Fashion Week this year, but the other party took away the weight and gently filtered out this kind of makeup that is only suitable for high-end shows. Not too dull.

Elegance, wisdom and femininity.

She didn't know what technique this ordinary girl used in front of her, so that the traces of laughter in her eyes had a charm.

"Child, what's your name?" Kawakami Xunzi asked.

"You can call me Michelle."

"Please tell me your Chinese name. I hope that through this name, I can find you." Chuan Shang's smile is full of appreciation.

"Mi Chen." Mi Chen's heart was full of praise from the Queen of Japanese Makeup.

At this time, there was a discussion in the clubhouse.

Many people stood up and looked around.

"What's the matter?" Kawakami Seeko stood up, and Narita and others also followed.

I saw a man in a black trench coat walking in. The slender figure and long legs are an inexplicable force every time, as if stepping on the nerves. The clothing angle swings with his stride, stretches like waves, and cuts the world along the curve.

There was no slight expression on his face, but indifference made his facial features more outstanding.

The women here looked at him almost greedily, while the man showed an incomprehensible expression and even jealousy.

Mi Chen took a deep breath and almost knocked over the makeup box when she got up.

"Li ... Mr. Li ..." Mi Chen was cold from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head.

Li Mojun did not speak, just looked at Mi Chen. With such a cold look, his eyes are like an abyss.

Mi Chen lowered his head, feeling that he was going to be late.

"……How did you come……"

"Don't you think this is a question I should ask you?"

Mi Chen swallowed.

"Here ... This is not for you, Mr. Li ..."

Although it was in Japan, in case it was exposed, and then written by a media reporter, Mi Chen could not imagine how it would affect Li Mojun.

Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen! You are really not loyal! I just lost my way, please come and take me back! Why did you recruit Li Mojun?

Are you scorning my life for too long or what?

"Then why can you come? Do you like the men here?"

"No! I'm really just lost, so come in!" Mi Chen had a feeling of being suppressed under Wuzhi Mountain.

"Which one do you like?" Li Mojun's eyes swept away.

Passing through the male public relations one by one, everyone subconsciously stepped back, and Li Mojun's eyes finally fell on Narita.

"is it him?"

Mi Chen shook his head vigorously.

Narita was completely stunned. He felt that the other party was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him for a while. Is it the male public relations in other stores?

Impossible, such outstanding appearance, without a trace of flaws. If he really walked with him, the emperor at night was none other than him.

Even if he faced everyone coldly and indifferently, he couldn't stop those moths' hearts.

Narita heard the man's voice, so special, he was the man on Mi Chen's phone.

"You misunderstood, Miss Mi Chen did get lost on her cell phone and it just happened to be out of power, so I invited her to come in and drink a Coke Shun to recharge the cell phone."

Li Mojun lowered his eyes slightly, looking at Mi Chen, as if standing on a cliff overlooking the beings. The kind of indifference made Mi Chen's legs tremble.

"So you even told him your name?"

The whole store was almost surrounded by people.

This man shines too much, like a diamond in the night, refracting the cold moonlight.

They clearly dared not get close, but could not control their eyes.

Kawakami Kouko carefully looked at Li Mojun, and suddenly recognized it for a long time, "Are you the actor who played Geng Nian in" The Golden Power "?"

Li Mojun was neither affirmed nor denied.

Kawakami Kouko got up and extended his hand to Li Mojun, "I am Kawakami Kawakami Co., Ltd. Kawakami Co., Ltd. I just watched the movie you starred in yesterday. It ’s wonderful. But I really did n’t think of you in reality and the temperament in the film There will be such a big difference. "

Li Mojun spoke Japanese, then shook hands with Kawakami.

Kawakami seeks out to invite him to sit down, but Li Mojun is unmoved.

He just leaned over and hugged Mi Chen in full view.

Do n’t get me wrong, it ’s not a romantic princess hug, but instead lifted her from the sofa with one hand like holding a child, Mi Chen could feel herself away from the center surrounded by male public relations.

Like a chick being carried out of a cage? Is she about to get her blood cut off?

Many people made a sound of suction.

Mi Chen thought that such scenes would only be drawn in comics! After all, how can a man be so powerful? Mi Chen also has more than 80 pounds anyway!

Mi Chen hugged Li Mojun's neck subconsciously, but Li Mojun put her down the next second, and her leg was still standing, Li Mojun grabbed Mi Chen's wrist and pulled her out.

For Li Mojun, he just took a step forward.

For Mi Chen, it is meteor to catch the moon!

Mi Chen turned around and saw Mrs. Kawakami holding a glass of red wine, making a clink to Mi Chen, and blinked.

The wrist is about to crack, and Mi Chen's tears are spinning in his eyes.

They walked out of the clubhouse and enjoyed the attention of others.

This time she was really dead! Heaven and earth, who will save her!

After being dragged for hundreds of meters, the gloomy land drifted away, and Li Mojun finally stopped.

Mi Chen stared at her wrist, she really hurts!

It's better than when I was at the airport. At that time, there were many people, and the fans were too crazy. Mi Chen could understand that Li Mojun was worried about her being lost.

But now, it is definitely a real anger.

For this purpose, we can only admit mistakes and beg Li Mojun's understanding.

"Mr. Li ... I know my behavior will have a negative impact on your reputation. But please believe me, I did n’t go in deliberately! That kind of place is expensive! I ca n’t afford to sell kidneys! "

She really intends to order a coke and charge her phone!

"Do n’t you say you buy clothes at Takashimaya?"

Li Mojun threw Mi Chen's hand away, but the pressure in his eyes did not diminish.

Ah, her wrist is free!

Mi Chen rubbed his wrist, how to say that sentence? Oh, right, "It's not clear if you jump into the Yellow River"!

"... Yes. But I couldn't find the direction after I left the mall, and I forgot to remove the room card, so I didn't know where the hotel was. Then I called Xiao Chen and he told me the hotel name, and then Just take a taxi ... and then arrive at Shinjuku ... "

"How do you pronounce the hotel name?"

Mi Chen thought back and read it. She raised her eyes and looked at Li Mojun's expression. Against the backdrop of colorful lights, the beauty is extraordinary, but it is also cold enough to freeze the night.

"Little Chen taught you?"

Mi Chen nodded like pounding garlic.

"Mr. Kobayashi?"

"... Isn't Mr. Kobayashi your translator?"

Your translator, where do I dare to use a little makeup artist?

"He is your translation of Mr. Li ... What if you need him?"

"I understand Japanese, what do I need to translate?"

This rhetorical question suddenly left Mi Chen speechless. Yeah, you know Japanese, what do you want a translator ...

Is it ...

"Is it for me?" Mi Chen said the words, suddenly felt that he was narcissistic enough.

Li Mojun did not answer.

Suddenly Mi Chen thought again, "Aren't the organizers asking you to eat? How did you come out?"

"So I didn't eat."

As soon as this sentence was finished, Mi Chen's stomach made a "grunt" sound.

It's almost half past seven now, and I've eaten some plane meal at noon. How could rice dust not be hungry?

Li Mojun turned around silently, and Mi Chen could only keep up.

He walked two steps, Mi Chen had to run three steps.

God, can you miss my short legs a little bit?

Li Mojun got in a taxi. Mi Chen had originally wanted to sit in front of him, avoiding Li Mojun's low air pressure, but what he meant was to open the door of the back seat.

Mi Chen could only sit in with a scalp.

Li Mojun spoke an address in Japanese.

His voice is very unique, people can't help but want to listen to his speech more, spike those big voice actors. Unfortunately, this guy has always been miserly.

The car stopped in front of a Japanese restaurant.

"Get off." Li Mojun ordered, Mi Chen quickly pushed the car door and went out.

The picture of Li Mojun coming out of the taxi is almost the same as coming out of the million luxury cars, enough posture ...

Mi Chen was behind Li Mojun, she didn't dare to get too close, but Li Mojun slowed down, and when she arrived at the entrance of the Japanese restaurant, she just stood beside him.

The enthusiastic hello came, Mi Chen had to admire the professionalism of the Japanese service industry to treat guests.

The facade of this shop looks very small, but there is nothing special in it. Mi Chen could hear the sound of gurgling water and Japanese drip.

And full of flavor.

The wait staff stepped on the floor and made a rhythmic sound. Japanese folk music was light in the corridor, and the occasional sliding door sound made Mi Chen have a peculiar feeling.

Mi Chen followed Li Mojun into a small private room, which was elegantly decorated. The walls are painted with cherry blossoms blowing in the wind, and a stream of about half a meter wide flows in from the east wall of the house, and out from the west wall. The water is covered with pebbles on both sides. From time to time, small boats drift along with the water There are some small dishes, which are both interesting and pleasing to the eye.

It's just that the low tables are used here, and Mi Chen has a headache.

Li Mojun removed his coat, handed it to the waiter, and sat down cross-legged. Mi Chen was about to sit down like him, Li Mojun's finger tapped twice on the table, "Did you sit cross-legged?"

Mi Chen stiffened his shoulders and stood there, daring not to sit down.

"Have you let you stand and eat?"

Mi Chen was crying. God, what are you going to do?

If you have any trouble, just say so! I'm only good at understanding literal meaning, OK?

At this time, a waiter in a kimono walked in with broken steps and sat down on the knees at the table. The posture of serving was very elegant and dignified, so that Mi Chen couldn't help but read more.

Looking at it, she suddenly probably guessed what Li Mojun wanted her to do. She swallowed her saliva and slowly knelt down opposite Li Mojun.

Li Mojun no longer tapped the table with his fingers, it seems that she was not allowed to eat comfortably!

The dishes on the table are exquisitely prepared. Whether it is a sushi platter or a fresh sashimi, there is a feeling that people can't bear chopsticks.

Li Mojun picked up the chopsticks and adjusted the soy sauce and mustard. The waiter next to him poured sake.

A man with a cold face and a woman in a kimono with her neck exposed, how does it look like a movie. Mi Chen shook his body, thinking that he might have seen Li Mojun eat it.

Li Mojun lowered his head and said a word, the waiter stood up and bowed his head to exit the box.

He took the glass and took a sip. The neck is more slender when you lift your chin. With such a imposing immortality, Mi Chen seemed to see the sharp blade hidden in the sheath, and after being polished by time, she was concentrated and sexy.

Suddenly Mi Chen's heart jumped quickly, and the cold fragrance in the air seemed to make her drunk.

Li Mojun picked up the tuna sashimi and dipped in the sauce. It was restrained and graceful, so elegant that Mi Chen felt that he could just watch him at the end of time.

"You hungry?"

Mi Chen's eyes light up, that means she can eat? With a trembling heart, Mi Chen lifted the chopsticks, picked up a roll of sushi, and couldn't take the dip into his mouth. It's so delicious, it's really delicious ... If you go hungry again, she will really go to heaven!

The opposite Li Mojun extended his hand, took Mi Chen's dish, and poured soy sauce.

Even the action of pouring soy sauce is so handsome, Mi Chen once again thought of the chef Jiang Qianfan he played.

"Now tell me, where do you like Narita Yu?"

Narita Yuya? Who?

Mi Chen stuffed Japanese-style fried dumplings, looking up at Li Mojun silly.

Li Mojun pronounced the Japanese pronunciation of the other party's name again, and Mi Chen remembered that it was the male publicist who brought him into the club.

"I didn't like him!"

Am I already punishing my knees? Haven't we all had a happy dinner? Why mention it?

"You ’re not that kind of idiot who does n’t have the utmost caution, so you wo n’t easily follow strangers anywhere. But you followed Narita Yu also into the cowboy shop. If he did n’t attract you, how could you follow him Go in? "

Mi Chen felt his heart was stuffed.

"I really don't know what he does! I thought it was an ordinary club, he said I could order lemon coke! As long as a glass of lemon coke, I can sit inside and charge my phone!"

"I'm not talking about Lemon Coke or your mobile phone. It's Narita Yuya."

For the first time, Mi Chen felt so calm that Li Mojun, who had collapsed at the top and did not blink, was arrogantly making trouble? Why should he be obsessed with Narita Yuya? Did Narita owe him money too? She obviously recharged her mobile phone without spending a penny in that club. In addition, she saw the legendary cow? Lang shop! This is obviously earned!

"He ... he speaks English ..." Mi Chen barely thought of a reason.

"Besides."

"Is it enough to speak English? I do n’t understand what others say ..."

Li Mojun just looked at her as if to see through her completely. His eyes seemed to exist in her brain, and even Narita Yu also told her how she followed him into the clubhouse.

"He ... is very polite, although he has always invited me in, it will not make people feel ... annoying ..."

Mi Chen swallowed.

"That was the most basic training I received as a male publicist. You put on makeup for him, right."

Li Mojun's voice was very light, but Mi Chen felt that his neck was chilling.

Did he even see it? How did he see it?

"His face was hurt a bit, I just helped him cover up." Mi Chen dared not look at Li Mojun anymore.

"So you know his face bones. What do you think of his face?"

"From a professional point of view ... his facial features are fairly coordinated ... the outline is better."

She particularly emphasized from a "professional perspective".

"So if he is an actor, he will be red."

Rice dust almost spewed out Xuan Mi tea.

"Actors don't just depend on their faces, they also have temperament, and most importantly, acting skills!"

Li Mojun pushed the wine glass in front of himself to Mi Chen.

"So you said the wrong thing."

Mi Chen looked down at the wine glass, so the rhythm of asking her to fine her? Fines are fines, and she only wants to make Li Mojun angry.

She looked up and drank the wine. It was cool, and she didn't feel the spiciness until her throat. The smell of sake in her mouth made her depressively open.

"Then evaluate his temperament."

"... Okay, didn't you say that polite or something is specially trained?"

"So you appreciate this."

"No, no!" With your great **** here, I dare to appreciate others Is n’t this a self-defeating way?

"But you were still confused by his politeness and left with him."

Mi Chen really wanted to cry.

"You did it again. Fine wine." Li Mojun raised his wrist and filled Mi Chen again.

Well, fortunately this wine is not difficult to drink. Mi Chen's brow furrowed and swallowed. So far, male god. Shall we eat well?

"What do you think of his voice?"

what? Still have questions? In the end there is no end!

Mi Chen opened her mouth, and she felt that her brain couldn't keep up with Li Mojun. Why is there a voice again?