The beauty of fast wearing

Xia Zhihua's silky short hair reaching the ears has been processed by the stylist's skillful hands in threes and sevens. The sharp eyebrows and eyes are covered by the broken hair. The black eyeliner is like a small hook at the end of the eye. The exaggerated and thick false eyelashes are perfectly blended with his own eyelashes after applying mascara.

The position of the lower eyeliner is highlighted with a white silkworm brush, and the same silver-gray smoky color as the upper eyelid is painted on the back.

The dark retro red lips are slightly parted, and the white teeth are looming. The highlights make his facial features more three-dimensional, as if they were fabricated dolls with data.

"It's so beautiful..." The girl in makeup covered her nose with her hand and murmured to herself, "Oh my god! He's looking at me and I think I will definitely fall in love with him."

"Huh?" Xia Zhihua looked over suspiciously.

"I love a woman, he is a man, a man... no matter how beautiful he is, he is still a man, I only want a beautiful big sister..." The girl hinted to herself.

Summer Flower, "..." What a coincidence!Different genders cannot love each other.

"Anton, you're here." The director looked very good, and he happily admired the beauty in a pictorial, "We were still wondering why you recommended a man, but now... I understand, you His eyesight is amazing."

"Yeah." The man nodded, he narrowed his eyes, and changed the subject, "Where's my clothes?"

"It's ready in the locker room."

The man got the answer and walked towards the locker room without looking back.

When Antonovich came out, there were bursts of exclamations in an instant.

With a height of 1.9 meters, even among supermodels, it is considered relatively tall.

The man has wide shoulders and a wasp waist, and his dark black Chinese-style suit is propped up by him. The cuffs are slightly opened to the outside, making it look like a small flared sleeve, and three rows of light gray Chinese knots wrapped around gold threads. Cuffs make clothes no longer dull.

There is a flying dragon embroidered on the back of the clothes, which is a little lighter in color than the clothes. The dragon holds its head high, and the beard and fine scales on its body are clearly visible. It was discovered that it was sewn stitch by stitch by real people with dark threads of various colors.

The difference in levels of color made the flying dragon seem to come alive, as if it would leave this place and soar for nine days at any time.

The gray-blue pupils unique to white people are deep, and his original unruly temperament is completely restrained. He tightens the corners of his lips and raises his jaw. At this moment, he is the king who rules the world. He is calm, wise, and not lacking in vigor. .

But when he raised the corners of his lips, the essence hidden deep in his heart was vicious and presumptuous, the bad boy's hormones were fully activated, how many people could resist his charm?

Stepping on the black leather shoes is like stepping on people's hearts.

"Hey! Idiot." The man's generous palm pulled the stunned young man into his arms, "It's our turn to play, how long do you want to stay in a daze for?"

Mom fucked a chicken, and scolded again?

Xia Zhihua pushed back unconvinced, "Usually the person who says others are stupid is the one who is hopelessly stupid."

"Oh! Really?" The man retorted, "Who can't even look down on his own man and let him climb into the bed of his friend."

"Hehe! What kind of logic are you talking about? He has hands and feet, and he is free to do whatever he wants. Some people are born scum, and they are bitches and dogs, so I won't join in the fun." Zhihua refused to budge.

"Have hands and feet?" The man smiled, his eyes became even more evil, but his words were calm, "Then chop off his hands, chop off his feet, and let him leave you, and he won't be able to live." go down."

Xia Zhihua froze all over, a chill rose from the soles of her feet, this person?what happened?He was obviously just a child, but he felt like an emperor walking out of thousands of troops. There were piles of corpses under his feet.

"This is the first time for me..." The man's eyes flickered when he saw that he was frightened, and he squeezed the young man's waist as if nothing had happened, "It's so fresh and refined to hear someone say being dumped."

The young man frowned, "Obviously I dumped him."

It's about charisma, it's not perfunctory.

"Tsk!" Anton withdrew his hand on the young man's waist and walked to the shooting area, "You talk a lot of nonsense, wasting my time."

Xia Zhihua, "..." who cursed first (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

You bastard Anton, wait for the future when I will make you kneel on the keyboard.

The people who don't know why eat melons, "..."

Damn!It seems to have heard something extraordinary?

"Ahem!" The director raised his right hand to his mouth, pretending to cough, in exchange for everyone's rationality, "Okay, okay, let's start work."

Bright white light splashed from the top of the head, white reflectors were set up around, and the camera's black and white lens was aimed at the two people in the middle.

The 'woman' held her head high, because of the tight corners of her lips, the sharpness between his eyebrows and eyes was more obvious, the red lips formed a strong contrast with the white skin, and the black fan wrapped with gold thread was held by his round and white fingers, The bumps on the wrist were as fragile as crystal beads, which would shatter when touched.

The eyes of the man and 'her' are facing each other, his broad palms hold the first two knuckles of the woman's long and slender fingers.

Between the two of them, swords were on the verge of breaking out, and the situation was like fire and water.

There is some tension.

"Very good, let's change the position, you guys have a picture of the flower back to back." The director said excitedly.

"Hmph." Xia Zhihua snorted coldly. He put away his folding fan and was about to do what the director said. On the broad chest.

The clicking sound of the shutter is endless.

Xia Zhihua held her breath, and he cursed secretly: "What are you doing, let me go?"

"You're not really going to do what he said, are you?" Anton showed a surprised expression, "It's not better to play by yourself." There was a sense of disgust in his words, as if to say, how can you have no imagination at all? No.

Xia Zhihua, "..." How angry!But still keep smiling.

The two of you said something to each other, as if they were opponents vying for the ownership of the throne. Either you die or I die.

"Good, good, very good." The director stopped, "Continue to change a set of clothes! Today we have to finish shooting the floor plan."

Xia Zhihua couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief when he heard the words. In terms of aura, he has always been suppressed by men, giving him the illusion of being someone else's dinner. He always feels that the next second he will be pressed to the ground and stripped of his clothes. Then get slapped.

One set of clothes was changed by them and then taken off again.

When it was finally over, it was already dark.

As a manager, Mu Xia has other things to deal with, and the youth's assistants all resigned and left when it was revealed that he was gay.

The make-up on Xia Zhihua's face was completely removed. He wore the suit he had when he came here, put on his peaked cap and mask, and was about to go to the road to hail a taxi.

The street lamps on the side of the road illuminated the surroundings. From time to time, some staff members who met today enthusiastically wanted to take him for a ride, but he shook his head and refused. The place where the young man lives is very secretive, and few people know there. He didn't want to bring outsiders there either.

Another car stopped in front of him.

"No need..." His words were cut off just halfway through.

"It's me, Zhihua." The silver hair was draped softly on the back of the man's head, and his eyes, one black and one golden, were aimed directly at the young man. Like a ghost that seduces people's souls, it waits for an opportunity to move.

"Get in the car." Seeing the young man standing there in a daze, he couldn't help but say.

"No." Xia Zhihua rolled her eyes, "Get out."

"Don't make me angry." The madness in his eyes seemed familiar, "Get in the car, let's have a good talk."

"Cut! What do we have to talk about? About when you cheated? How did you do it to Ye Lin? Or about how comfortable it is for him to do it?" Xia Zhihua sneered, her disdain palpable, "Jing Wen, are you You have a sick mind! Do you think there is anything else we can talk about?"

"Are you...really going to break up with me?"

Xia Zhihua, "Didn't what we said last time was not clear enough?"

"But weren't we all good before?"

"Who cheated first?"

"But I've changed it now!" He said confidently.

"What's the matter? It doesn't mean that your previous dislocation didn't exist. If it's wrong, it's wrong. There's nothing to worry about."

"I know I was wrong." He said patiently: "But I changed, and I won't make mistakes again."

Xia Zhihua, "...I have nothing to say to you, let's go!"

Madan!It feels like the brain circuits of the two people are not on the same line, and there are too many words without speculation, which is really painful.

The original owner was able to be with him for two years, it was definitely true love.

"No." The man shook his head slowly and firmly, "Unless you come with me." The young man's every move these days made him panic. He was clearly within reach, but the breakthrough turned into a Even the clouds in the sky are out of reach.

Summer Flower, "..." Mama!There is neurosis here.

When the two were in a stalemate, a cool Lamborghini suddenly stopped behind the black Phaeton, the window was opened, and Anton's recognizable face protruded from the window, "Hey! Can't go Walk?"

He asked about the flowers of summer.

Considering that Jing Wen would not be able to hail a taxi here, the young man hesitated for a moment, and replied, "Let's go."

"I don't allow it." The eyes of the man with different eyes sank when he saw Anton, and he whispered: "If you don't want me to fight with him here, you can get in the car right away."

"Hehe." The pure Chinese language came out from the mouth of the model from country E, "You think I'm afraid of you, come on!"

"Who's afraid of whom?"

Xia Zhihua, "..." Ma Dan, he doesn't want to be tomorrow's headline at all.

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