President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

The moment the staff turned their heads, he got up again.

The staff stared at him for a long time, and finally sighed a long time, "Hey, this indirect aphasia is so scary, why can't you just keep saying one sentence, poor child!"

On this side, Ping Bao has changed into cos clothes.

His hero is dressed as a weak scholar, and his appearance is relatively gentle. Anyone who reads it feels that it is particularly in line with the original design.

The designer in charge of makeup was even more nympho, staring at Ping Bao again and again, finally heaved a long sigh, "Hey, it's a pity that you are not yet an adult, if you are older, I will definitely chase you! "

Rather!

However, Ping Bao was still a child.

Facing the hot eyes of the makeup artist, Ping Bao tugged at his clothes unnaturally.

Obviously he was well dressed, but for some reason, he just felt like he was being looked down upon.

While thinking about whether to wear an extra coat, Yu walked over.

She has already dressed up as the proprietress of the tavern. Although she has a round head, she doesn't look old-fashioned, but looks very smart.

It's just that a lot of cotton is stuffed on the two shoulders to imitate the feeling of muscles, which looks bulging and very funny.

Ping Bao, who is so unsmiling, stared at it for a second, and couldn't help but curl his mouth.

The make-up artist next to him was much more exaggerated than him, and he bent over with a smile, and tears burst out.

But thinking about it, I felt impolite, and quickly apologized to Yu, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you, it's just that you look a little funny, it's all the stylist's fault!"

"A verbal apology is so boring. If you give me 100 yuan, I will forgive you." Yu said lightly.

The makeup artist was stunned for a moment, "You are quite humorous, kid."

"I'm not joking." Yu's expression suddenly became serious, "100 yuan, if I forgive you for disrespecting me, it shouldn't be too expensive, right?"

The makeup artist opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

In the end, I paid 100 yuan to Yu, and then walked away depressed.

Anyway, he is also a great player, why is he so greedy for money!

Seeing Yu approaching him, Ping Bao took out his phone very consciously, "WeChat or Alipay?"

Yu looked left and right, and refused, "You just forget it, I won't take your money."

"Aren't you very short of money, I gave you 100 yuan, but you don't want it?" Ping Bao didn't understand.

Even a makeup artist I don't know can be charged 100 yuan, but when it comes to him, it doesn't cost any money.

Or did Yu not see him laughing just now?

As if knowing what Ping Bao was thinking, Yu replied directly, "I know you laughed at me just now, but I'm going to laugh back soon, so let's count it as an even match!"

As she said that, she had already found a rope from the ground, and waved at Ping Bao, "Come here, as a hostage tied up by the spider spirit, now you have to get into the role."

Ping Bao twitched the corner of his mouth, and silently took back the phone.

He should have known earlier, this tank girl likes money so much, how could she let go of the opportunity to make money from him alone?

Going around in a big circle, it turned out that I wanted to see his "performance", so I didn't have the nerve to charge.

Looking at the rope in front of him, Ping Bao couldn't help pursing his lips, "Is it too late for me to say I regret it?"