The thing that defeats you in rebirth is not the distance but five years

"You don't know how to call Mr. Li, don't cry, don't cry, as long as you don't lose your clothes." Wuyou comforted, although Wuyou is a girl, she is very strong and rational in her bones, and she is solid and thoughtful in her work .

"People have a hundred reasons to deal with you. It's useless to tell anyone at this time, you can only rely on yourself." Su Mo turned around and looked at Leshan Wuyou, and walked inside after speaking.Leshan Wuyou also carried his clothes and slowly followed Su Mo.

This store has two floors. The first floor is mainly the facade, with various large and bizarre heights hanging on it. The men and women in the photos have weird and blunt shapes, and the pictures are grotesque. The space on the second floor is bigger. Walking to and fro, we walked to a lot of dressing rooms, and then walked in to the studio, with huge bright lights, rows of clothes hanging, and photographers with cannon-like cameras flicking left and right. There are many people coming and going, such as models, assistants, stylists, costumers, and lighting engineers. You can guess their identities by looking at their clothes.

After a few turns, the three of Su Mo heard Mo Xiaosi yelling, "Zhucao, what a bad attitude you have, I didn't pay for taking pictures."

"Are there any bullies like you? You think our star power is a vegetarian." Mo Xiaosi grinned and shouted at the man wearing a pink shirt and golden trousers.

The other party was not to be outdone, adjusted his glasses, and shouted loudly: "Hey, you are the ancestors, I can't afford to take care of you, you can find someone else to take pictures." Wriggling in front of you, like a shrew, ignoring the slightest bit of reason, this meeting is already flushed, "I tell you, no matter you are a star force or which force, if you come, I have to follow my rules If you keep yelling, I'll call the police."

Of course Mo Xiaosi is young and energetic, and he is also the young master of Star Power in Singapore. Wherever he has experienced such uselessness, he stepped forward and locked the arm of that bitch who was on the phone tightly in his palm. That bitch's arm was like a chicken's paw, weak, and the pain made his room scream like hell.

Seeing that this was the rhythm of a fight, Su Mo didn't want to make this a big deal, so he pulled away Mo Xiaosi, asked Leshan Wuyou to lead him, and stood behind to prevent him from causing trouble again.

Su Mo stepped forward and bowed [-] degrees to this sissy who was two heads shorter than himself, "Hello, I'm Su Mo, here to shoot..." Before he finished speaking, the sissy twisted Standing up, "wait."

Su Mo stepped forward and asked again, "Where is my dressing room?"

The bitch adjusted her glasses, crossed her hands in front of her chest, and glanced up and down at Su Mo: "You don't have a dressing room."

The anger in Su Mo's heart suddenly burned. To be honest, he has no patience with this bitch. It is a waste of his time to deal with this kind of mental retardation. Endure: "Well, I'm an artist from Star Power Company, and the company arranged for me to come over for a photo shoot. If you don't arrange my dressing room, I can't do makeup and change clothes."

The local snake sneered: "Hehe, I have received countless artists from the Star Power Company. It is the first time that you are alone. You are usually in a group. You said you are from the Star Power Company. I will come I think you are a trainee who was expelled from Star Power Company."

It turned out that the local snake didn't believe that he was an artist of the Star Power Company. Su Mo thought to himself that it was not easy to prove that he was a member of the Star Power Company. He just called Song Yunxuan and asked the local snake to listen to the phone.

Just as Su Mo was about to make a call, he suddenly realized, no, this local snake has ulterior motives. If he really made this call, he would be looked down upon by Song Yunxuan, and Song Yunxuan would lose face, and let the local snake take advantage of Song Yunxuan, and even more I despise myself.Thinking of this, Su Mo felt that it was impossible, he could not call Song Yunxuan, and he could not fall into the trap of this local snake.

"I'm a newly signed artist of Star Power Company. It's normal if you don't know. It's a trivial matter that I don't have a dressing room today, but everyone I brought saw it. We were bullied here today. I dare not Guarantee that they won't post this on Weibo or where? Maybe take a random video or something, and the copywriting will be called "Star power contracted artists are bullied by the V-line, reduced to no dressing room, and change in the toilet aisle." Clothes and make-up, 'You know, any small video like this is a hot spot in entertainment news now, and then I don't know if you can make the decision for the loss of the V-line."

After hearing these words, the local snake's aura has already dropped by more than half. The young man in front of him looks like he has just grown up, but he is by no means an idiot. Xiaosi, a man and a woman standing next to him looked at him aggressively, especially Mo Xiaosi, who seemed to be planning to smash the store at any time, weighed this form, and then weighed Su Mo's words, so he had to admit this Here comes the reason.

"Here, that's where your dressing room is!" The land-headed snake cocked its orchid finger, raised its voice, pointed to the position on the left back, and swayed ahead to lead the way.

Su Mo glanced at his walking posture and almost spit out today's breakfast.Mo Xiaosi and Leshan Wuyou also followed with their clothes.

When they arrived at the door, the local snake still didn't forget to say: "Let me tell you first, you have to listen to me when you get to my mother's territory." With a hum, she rolled her eyes and left.

The four of them entered the dressing room, and Su Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief. Mo Xiaosi was still cursing and imitating the voice and movements of the local snake. Le Shan wasn't crying at the moment. Only Wuyou was calm. The dressing room is small. Poor, it's just enough to accommodate four people, but the dressing table is spacious.

"Xiao Momo, this bitch is clearly bullying us." Mo Xiaosi was still furious, "I really want to take him to the wall and beat him up, you don't even know how cowardly he is, Bitch."

"Let me tell you, in the future, use less force to solve problems. You're going to be big. Do you understand that beating someone is breaking the law?" Su Mo felt that Mo Xiaosi's way of thinking about problems was quite dangerous.

Mo Xiaosi thought that Su Mo would praise him, but he was educated: "Su Mo, I'm standing up for you, this grandson is bullying you as a newcomer today, I won't hit him, tomorrow He will bully more rookies." Mo Xiaosi looked excited, and he could understand this matter.

Hearing what Mo Xiaosi said, Su Mo felt both happy and guilty. He moved the chair to Mo Xiaosi's side and patted Mo Xiaosi's shoulder, "I know you are helping me out. I really said something serious just now. Now, when we meet this kind of grandson in the future, if we can neither let ourselves suffer, nor let him harm others, do you think that we don't need to use force to solve the problem as a last resort, do you think it is okay?" Mo Xiaosi was rejected He was as obedient as a child.

In fact, Su Mo knew in his heart that Mo Xiaosi did this for himself. Although he is usually joking and joking, he seems to be a person who doesn't care about anything, but in fact he values ​​feelings very much, and he is willing to do anything for his friends. Good friend, although the method was a bit inappropriate, it was this kind of true temperament that moved Su Mo very much.

Mo Xiaosi closed his eyes and fell asleep with his head tilted on Su Mo's shoulder. Wuyou was still counting the clothes, and Le Shan was ironing the clothes one by one.

The four of them waited in the dressing room for quite a while, but no one came, so Su Mo asked Wuyou to go out and ask why the stylist hadn't come yet. Mo Xiaosi hadn't woken up yet, so he continued to sleep on Su Mo's shoulder .

Wuyou walked out, originally wanted to ask the local snake, but looking left and right, the local snake was not there, so where can I ask the stylist?The people who came and went were more fierce and busy than the other, and before she could ask, they told her to go away, who should I ask?

"Oh, by the way, the toilet! Go to the toilet and ask." Wuyou felt that it was a good time to ask in the spare time of going to the toilet.

So Wuyou ran to the toilet, looked inside first, and found no one, so he stood at the door of the toilet, waiting for someone to come, there are so many people coming and going, and he can always catch one.After a while, a girl came to the toilet, and Wuyou kept stomping her feet excitedly.

"Sister, I want to ask, who do our artistes turn to for modeling?" Wuyou hurriedly stepped forward to say hello, not daring to delay her time to go to the toilet.

"Didn't you bring a stylist? There are a lot of stylists here, but you have to make an appointment in advance." The young lady said.

Wuyou met a kind-hearted person, and hurriedly said: "We don't have a stylist, how can we make an appointment? Can you tell me? Please." Wuyou made a gesture of please, please, and looked at this person sincerely. young lady.

"There is the contact information of the stylist on the first floor, you can find it when you go down." The young lady returned.

After Wuyou listened to it, he immediately seemed to have found a life-saving straw. He kept thanking him non-stop, and ran to the first floor, flipped through the magazines, and searched the front desk. Underneath the bizarre poster, I found a few lines of words that looked like ants: stylist appointment call.

Wuyou read these small and sesame-sized numbers in his mouth, pointed at these mobile phone numbers with his left hand, and dialed the phone with his right hand.

"Hi, hello, is this Teacher Wang Liming? My name is Wuyou, and I am the assistant of artist Su Mo from Star Power Company..."

"Sorry, I don't know you." The other party hung up the phone.

Without being discouraged, Wuyou called the second stylist.

"Hi, hello, is this Teacher Liu Chuanming? My name is Wuyou, and I'm the assistant of artist Su Mo from Star Power Company. Do you have time this morning? I want you to do a styling for my artist."

"I'm not free this morning, let's do it tomorrow." The other party replied.

"But our artists have to take pictures today, please teacher." Wuyou asked worriedly, she was very worried that she would be rejected again.

"That's really helpless. I'm busy now, so I hang up." As expected, he was rejected again.

Wuyou then called the third stylist.

"Hello, is this Teacher Wu Shang? I'm Su Mo's assistant, and my name is Wuyou. Do you have time to do a styling for our artist today?"

"Su Mo? Who is Su Mo?" There were voices of men and women discussing on the phone, but it didn't seem like they were replying to Wuyou. Wuyou held the phone and waited for the other party's reply.

"Let me tell you, the soonest you can call today is tomorrow." The other party replied.

Wuyou had no choice but to hang up the phone. She felt that if she kept calling like this, even if she finished making all the calls here, she might not be able to make an appointment with a stylist today.She took a picture of the stylist's phone with her mobile phone for future needs.

Wuyou is going to go upstairs to find a stylist directly. Now stylists should be doing styling in various dressing rooms. There is a make-up artist in the studio to touch up the makeup, I guess you may find it in the studio.

There are models in the studio taking pictures, and they have to touch up their makeup and hairstyle every once in a while, so the stylist stands outside the studio and watches, and if there is any makeup loss or messy hairstyle, he will come forward to fix it, worry-free thinking, wait for this After the modeling was finished, I went forward to take the stylist back to the dressing room first.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the model finished work, and Wuyou hurriedly went up to the stylist: "Little brother, come here, I have something to do with you." While talking, he led the stylist to the dressing room.

"Why, why, what is it, what is it." The stylist was dragged away by Wuyou inexplicably.

"Help our artiste do a styling." Wuyou wrapped the stylist's arms tightly around her two arms. This was Wuyou's last hope, and she refused to let go.

"I'm sorry, I'm Linda's personal stylist, and I don't take private jobs." The stylist shook his arm surrounded by worry-free, but he didn't relax at all.

"If you help, it won't take you long." Wuyou continued.

"No, we have to rush to the next shooting location." The other party continued to struggle.

"Soon. It won't take long." Wuyou tightly hugged that arm, but refused to let him go.

The other party was obviously a little disgusted by Wuyou's stalking behavior: "It's really not good, hey, you let go, can you let me go first?"

Where Wuyou would let him go, she dragged him into the dressing room.

Wuyou dragged the stylist and pushed him in. The sound of the quarrel woke up Mo Xiaosi who was sleeping. He opened his eyes and thought that something had happened. Su Mo opened his eyes and saw Wuyou hanging in a The strange boy also had a dazed expression on his face, and Le Shan was still ironing his clothes.

"The stylist is here, the stylist is here." Wuyou said to Su Mo with difficulty.

Su Mo looked at her Wuyou's actions, and asked her to ask when the stylist would come. Wuyou left for half an hour before returning, and now he brought back a stylist, who was still holding on tightly. What have you been through?

"What's going on?" Su Mo asked.

"The stylist needs to make an appointment one day in advance, so I can only grab a stylist from outside." Wuyou looked at Su Mo, but still didn't let go.

As soon as Mo Xiaosi heard the word "grab", he got excited, got up and pressed the stylist on the table, Wuyou let go of his hand, "Ah, what are you doing?" The stylist was scared to death and shouted scream.

"Teacher, we are really not bad people. We just want to find someone to do styling. I called to make an appointment, but they said they don't have time. I can only invite you to do styling for our artists." Wuyou squatted Body, talking to the stylist pressed on the table.

"Are you asking me? You, you almost put a knife on my neck." The stylist's voice was hoarse.

"Then are you going to do it or not?" Mo Xiaosi pressed harder.

"I'm going to do it, you have to let me go first." The stylist said loudly.

Su Mo looked at the stylist's reluctance, and he was not willing to do the styling for himself sincerely, so he said directly: "If you can't do it well, you won't be able to get out of this door."