voice control bun

Color Control Makeup Artist

Brain Hole by Zhi Li

Peace of mind now.

The little star likes this word very much, and when he broke up with his father, he went out to work alone, and his life was not stable.

From a high-ranking son-in-law to a waiter in a cafe and restaurant, he runs to the studio whenever he has time every day.

With an ideal in mind, he became an extra actor, and played corpses, eunuchs, and the silent one among thousands of troops.

At that time, after he got off work, he was sitting on the street making noodles, watching a couple eating the same big bowl of Malatang at the roadside Malatang stand.

They sat facing each other in the smoky booth, and the dim light shone on their faces, reflecting happy smiles.

At that time, the little star felt enviously that this was the stable happiness in this world.

There is no need for much money, but having a Ma La Tang that is enough for the two of us is happiness.

When the little star sat on the sofa and said this, his eyes seemed to be shining, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, looking beautiful.

The makeup artist shook the red wine in his hand and smiled: "Maybe the two of them had dinner early, and they couldn't eat so much to eat the same portion. And eating something like Malatang will be very bad for the skin."

Little Star wants to strangle him!Is this person's romance fed to the dog? !

Facing the little star's murderous eyes, the makeup artist still had the same faint smile on his face, but his hands dishonestly moved to the little star's waist: "Daughter-in-law, it's getting late, let's go to bed."

The little star raised his hand and hit him, hugged Xueqiu beside him and stood up: "Get lost! Don't touch me!"

"Wuwuwu, daughter-in-law, you can't do this. Malatang is really bad to eat." The makeup artist was very aggrieved sitting on the sofa, but the little star's temper is not just as good as it can be.

Throw down the sentence "Never mind! You sleep on the sofa tonight!" and then walk away mercilessly.

Seeing the back of the little star walking towards the bedroom, the make-up artist secretly smiled: the girlish heart of her little prince is not incompatible with the switch of fried hair.

When the little star woke up the next day, he found himself in the arms of the makeup artist. The makeup artist hugged him from behind, and the two of them squeezed on the sofa.

"Stay still, itchy."

The man's lazy voice came from his ears, and the little star felt very angry!

"Didn't I ask you to sleep on the sofa!"

"Aren't you on the sofa now?"

"But I didn't say that I want to sleep on the sofa too!"

"But you didn't say you don't want to sleep on the sofa."

Little Star turned around in anger and fell off the sofa: "Ah~"

On the floor, no, on the makeup artist.

The makeup artist got up and looked at the little star left and right: "Are you all right? Is there any injury?"

The little star was also taken aback just now, she calmed down before returning to the makeup artist: "It's okay."

"It's fine, let's buy a bigger sofa next time."

"But you're hurt."

Only then did the makeup artist see that his hand was bleeding, it must have just been scratched from the coffee table.

The make-up artist didn't take it seriously: "I'll go get the medicine box and deal with it."

"I'll go!" Little Star desperately held back the throbbing in his heart, and ran to the bedroom.

Someone thinks you are more important than himself, that kind of happiness will make people cry.

After the bandage was finished, the makeup artist praised his wife and handed him a contract: "Look at it."

"what is this?"

"Cohabitation agreement, I know we've only been dating for half a year. It's a bit too much for me to ask for this, but you are always busy on the set, and you have to come to me every day, which is too tiring. If you live together, I can take better care of you, and ..."

The little star laughed and looked straight into the makeup artist's eyes: "And what?"

The makeup artist also looked at him, with a sincere and sincere tone: "And I want to give you a home."

A home, the little star felt a little hot in his heart, and held back the tears that were about to fill his eyes: "Then I want to go to the street and eat the same bowl of Malatang with you, would you like it?"

The makeup artist's voice is firm and clear: "I don't want to, but I don't mind cooking for you, eating with you, in our house."

Little Star hugged the person in front of him.

"Then, I agree."