Headline Marriage Contract

In the evening, the hotel delivered meals, and Tong Ye, who was exhausted from hunger, fell asleep on the bed after eating. Chen Junze took a photo of Zhang Tongye's sleeping face, and sent it to Cen Qianqiu as if declaring his sovereignty.

Cen Qianqiu stood in front of the studio and received Chen Junze's photo. He was stunned for a moment, and smiled helplessly: "This is too naive..." It was still a flash photo, and it disappeared after a few seconds.

Cen Qianqiu shook his head and walked into the studio. A friend of his was going to shoot a new model today. The friend was not experienced enough and was a little nervous, so he asked Cen Qianqiu to give him guidance and advice.

As soon as Cen Qianqiu entered the studio, a man wearing a mask hurried over, took his hand, and asked him to sit on a folding chair. Cen Qianqiu looked at the man with a blank face and said, "You..."

The man looked at his watch, and frowned delicately: "You are late." Although he was wearing a mask, his eyebrows and eyes were beautiful, but his eyes were too sharp, which always gave people a cold feeling.

He opened the makeup case, took out professional makeup brushes and foundation, and said, "Didn't the manager tell you? Don't be late."

Cen Qianqiu stared at him blankly, and realized that this person is a makeup artist who regarded himself as a model for this shooting. Just as Cen Qianqiu was about to explain, the makeup artist put foundation on his face and wiped it with a brush. Open, Cen Qianqiu lowered his head and coughed.

The man frowned slightly, and through the mask, his voice was cold but extremely pleasant: "Are you just getting into the industry? You haven't even gotten used to putting on makeup yet."

Cen Qianqiu looked at him and said, "I said, why do you always frown when you are such a good-looking person?"

The man's hands trembled, and then his face slowly turned red. He said angrily, "Don't make fun of me." Although his tone was still cold, the blush on his cheeks was very obvious.

Cen Qianqiu became playful, so he just sat there and asked him to put on makeup. The man's hands were extremely beautiful, with slender fingers, well-defined joints, fair and delicate skin, worthy of the hands of a professional makeup artist. Although his attitude was cold, his techniques were very gentle , Cen Qianqiu felt a different kind of comfort.

"Well, your outline is very good, and you don't need too much modification." The man straightened up and said, this person is really outstanding, he has transformed into many celebrity models, but it is rare to have such perfect proportions and such exquisite facial features.

"Really..." Cen Qianqiu felt a little regretful, this man is really comfortable with makeup, "Do you want to put some shadow on the right side of my face, I don't think the three-dimensional effect is strong enough."

"No, it's already fine."

"Then why don't you make it a little thicker, after all, the camera takes makeup too much?"

"No need, you..." The man frowned, and a voice sounded behind him: "What's going on?" The man turned his head and saw a tall blond man.

"I'm the model for this shoot, why are you doing makeup for others?" the blond man said dissatisfied.

The man froze, turned his head, looked at Cen Qianqiu, Cen Qianqiu waved his hand, and said, "I'm sorry... I was discovered."

After putting on makeup, the shooting started. Cen Qianqiu helped the photographer friend look at the camera. The blonde model was posing in front of the camera. Cen Qianqiu couldn't help but glance at the makeup artist standing aside from the corner of his eye. The man had already taken off the mask After he got down, he held his coffee and beat his shoulders. Cen Qianqiu could see his appearance clearly. He didn't look very good, but he was very handsome, and the curve of his chin was clean and beautiful.

In Cen Qianqiu's opinion, this kind of appearance is just right, not too gaudy, but very comfortable, as elegant as a glass of fruit cocktail with ice.

Cen Qianqiu asked his friend: "Hey, what's his name?"

Holding up the camera, the friend rolled his eyes and said, "Why, Master Cen, did you like it? There are many patrons behind this little model."

"Who said him?" Cen Qianqiu pointed to the makeup artist standing aside, and said, "I'm talking about him."

The friend glanced at him and said, "He, his name is An Qianji. He has strong business ability, but he is too cold. You know, a makeup artist needs to get along with people. Naturally, a smooth and smooth person is better." He can mix well, so An Qianji has never been well-known in the industry. He and I are college classmates. We know that he has a high level of makeup and is simple, so we invited him here. Why, Young Master Cen is used to seeing roses and peonies. Is Sayuri interested?"

"Interesting? Not to mention." Cen Qianqiu smiled, "It's just that...his makeup looks quite gentle."

Young Master Cen's last words were very soft, and his friend didn't hear him, so he pressed the shutter on the handsome model in front of him.