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Color Control Makeup Artist

Brain Hole by Zhi Li

Makeup artists like starlets because of their good looks, but later it became - just because it was him.

In fact, he can't say what is good about the little star, but he thinks he is good.

The little star obviously has a bad temper, he loves to hate people at every turn, and he loves to talk to him.

The make-up artist can tolerate these things and like them, even he himself finds it incredible.

On the [-]th floor of the high-end residential area in City B, the makeup artist has an apartment. The decoration is simple, mostly in black and white, and the floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the night view of the city.

He was sitting on the black leather sofa by the floor-to-ceiling windows, hugging a snow-white Persian cat, looking at the rain, looking at the feasting city in the rain, thinking of little stars, and feeling very lucky.

The doorbell rang, and he put down the cat in his hand, and walked to the full-length mirror in front of the door to look at his attire—he was used to checking his appearance before opening the door.

Not long after taking a bath, her hair is loose on her forehead, and she rarely wears a white shirt in front of outsiders, plus jeans, and unexpectedly loses her age, like a student.

He didn't look at anyone coming outside before opening the door. He likes surprises and surprises, and he also believes in the security here.

Sure enough, it was a surprise, it was a little star.

As soon as he opened the door, Little Star threw himself into his arms, wet all over, with disheveled hair, red eyes, and bruises at the corners of his mouth, looking like he was being bullied.

"What's the matter? Who bullied you?! I'll hit him!" It was the first time he was so impulsive, and it was also the first time he saw a little star cry in such a long time.

"My dad." Little Star said.

"Father-in-law...then... forget it, I still hope to marry you home from him." He scratched his head, suddenly at a loss as to what to do.

The little star rolled her eyes: "Idiot!"

Don't rush to find a towel, sit on the sofa and wipe the little star's hair, and the other party doesn't say a word.

He kissed the corner of his eyes: "Don't come to me after crying next time, I hope you can lean on my shoulder."

The little star was stunned for a moment, and said awkwardly with red ears: "Who is crying! Don't talk nonsense! What can you rely on on your shoulders!"

The makeup artist didn't speak, but the corners of her mouth curled up.

The proud little prince gradually got used to his mouth being wrong every time.

A "meow~" broke the sweet silence. Only then did the little star see the snow-white ball beside the sofa, and his eyes lit up immediately: "Persian cat! So cute!"

"like?"

"Well, it's so cute, can I give you a hug?" The little star has no resistance to cats at all, and the arrogance just now disappeared without a trace.

The make-up artist looked at the little star, and then at his own Xueqiu. The two guys look alike.

Proud on the outside, soft on the inside.

As if he knew something important, he smiled brighter and brighter: "I didn't know you liked cats."

"Can't you? Get out of the way! I want to hug the cat!" It went back to being fried.

The make-up artist turned sideways to let the little star see the kitten behind him clearly: "I didn't say I won't let you hug it, here, go and hug it."

Little Star's shoes were soaked, and he had taken them off a long time ago. When he stepped on the cold floor with his bare feet, he sneezed.

The makeup artist looked at the little star, and found that the corners of the little star's eyes were red, the sides of the nose were red, and the eyes were as soft as water.

The make-up artist pulled him away and pressed him into a warm kiss.

Then he gritted his teeth in his ear: "I told you to hold it, but didn't tell you to step on the ground with bare feet! You don't feel bad, but I still feel bad!"

The little star's face was flushed from the kiss, and she leaned into his arms: "I want to hug the cat."

"Okay, I'll hug the cat for you." The makeup artist slid Snowball over and put it on his chest, smiling: "Come on, hug me."

Little Star: Shameless wretched uncle!