I'm on the top of my cp [entertainment circle]

Tan Feiyue looked like she had no experience in doing makeup by herself.

When applying liquid foundation on him, I don’t know whether he squeezed too much or moved slowly. In short, he brushed it several times with a brush, tilted his head and said, “It seems that it hasn’t been applied evenly.”

Song Zixing looked at the glasses and asked the director, "Can I do it myself?"

"Let him help you."

"Then you come." Song Zixing gave up resistance.

Tan Feiyue used her hands to apply makeup on him, which was a little better.

Although the heating was turned on in the room, Tan Feiyue's fingertips were still cool. When he touched his face, he subconsciously wanted to shrink back, but was pulled back by the other hand.

Song Zixing showed him the flow chart in his mobile phone, and Tan Feiyue looked at it for a long time before he dared to start, but it seemed that the cosmetics were not well chosen, and all the high-gloss eye shadows had fine glitter. When the light came over, Song Zixing saw his entire face All sparkling.

"..."

Shining boy.

"It's pretty." Tan Feiyue was very satisfied with her work, "Next is... lipstick."

Tan Feiyue stared at his lips for a few seconds and asked, "Is there any lipstick? The one without color."

"Yes, in another box." The editor made a sound.

"Why no color? I want red lips." Song Zixing teased him.

"Your mouth is too dry." Tan Feiyue found a lipstick, unscrewed the cap, and applied it on his upper and lower lips.

Song Zixing pursed his lips with a weird expression: "You put on too much, it's so sticky."

"Sorry." Tan Feiyue was just about to take out a tissue from the tissue box next to her, when the other party lowered her head very naturally and kissed his hand.

He rubbed all the lipstick on the back of his hand.

Rubbing lightly and softly, Tan Feiyue's movement of drawing paper froze, and looking back at him, Song Zixing showed him a smirk, and said in a particularly awkward tone: "Wipe your hands quickly."

"..."

Tan Feiyue wiped the back of her hand, lowered her head and said, "That's it, that's fine."

Song Zixing's lips were not as pale as his, and even without lipstick, his entire face would not look pale.After obtaining the consent of the director, the task of making up each other is considered complete.

"Are we two going to record with each other's makeup all day?" Song Zixing got up and asked.

"Because of your tasks, you are not equipped with makeup artists." The director said with a smile.

"Okay." Song Zixing leaned closer to Tan Feiyue again, staring at his face, "I believe in my skills, when the time comes, the barrage will give me a wave of Xiaozhang Xiaozhang, professional makeup."

"..." Tan Feiyue turned around, not wanting to talk to him.

"The next task for you is to cut each other's nails." The director said, "Get the tools."

Song Zixing stretched out his hand to look for himself, and he hadn't cut his nails for more than half a month, and they weren't very long.And Tan Feiyue's hands don't know whether they are regularly repaired, the nails are very short, and there is almost no room for repair.

"I'll do it first." Tan Feiyue took the kit and sat down on the sofa.

"Be gentle, don't bleed." Song Zixing was afraid that he would accidentally cut off the meat.

"No, reach out your hand." Tan Feiyue grabbed his hand.

"I'm curious about the netizen who proposed this task." Song Zixing babbled at the camera, "Why do you have to do such a trivial thing for you by your boyfriend?"

"Brother, couples in love have no long hands." A girl reminded him softly.

"Oh that's it." Song Zixing looked at Tan Feiyue and pulled up his finger, teasing him with a smile, "Put down the nail clippers, I'll think you're going to wear a ring for me."

"Are you old enough to get married?" He asked quietly.

"Not here." Song Zixing said honestly.

"What dream?" Tan Feiyue looked up at him.

"..."

Several staff members were laughing softly, Song Zixing sighed with a smile, and said to the camera: "Did you see, no matter where the boss is, it is already a daily routine to hate employees."

With a click, Tan Feiyue had already started cutting.Song Zixing was still smiling just now, but immediately lowered his head to look at his fingers when he heard the sound.

Tan Feiyue thought the face-to-face posture was awkward, so she simply sat on the same sofa with him, wrapped her left hand around his hand, pressed his fingers on his thumb, lowered her head and began to trim seriously.

too close.

Song Zixing thought.

This action of his almost wrapped Song Zixing in his arms. Even though there was heating in the room and both of them were wearing sweaters, Song Zixing could faintly feel the other person's body temperature passing through the fabric, making him feel a little hot all over.

Even the fingertips started to feel hot.

He was even a little worried that after finishing this task, would he smell of Tan Feiyue's perfume on his body.

At this moment, Song Zixing finally understood why this task was chosen.Co-authoring and cutting nails is simply a pretense, what is actually required is the intimate contact between two people.

The other party focused on cutting their nails, but the person being served began to be distracted.

As soon as Tan Feiyue lowered her head, the back of her neck was exposed. Song Zixing stared at his skin for a while, swallowed unconsciously, and his eyes began to wander.

"Okay, switch hands." Tan Feiyue suddenly said.

"Oh." Song Zixing handed him his right hand.

Zhang Tianyu is young. Although he is 1.8 meters tall, his skeleton is relatively small.Tan Feiyue grabbed his thumb, and the palms were naturally attached to his palms. His hand was placed in Tan Feiyue's, making the contrast between the two even more obvious.

Song Zixing felt itchy in his heart, and deliberately squeezed his fingers into the gap between his fingers, interlocking with his fingers.

There was no reaction on Tan Feiyue's face, but he exerted a little force on his fingers.

"Don't move," he whispered.

Song Zixing didn't know whether to keep this posture still or let go of his hand. When he figured it out, Tan Feiyue had already trimmed it for him.

The camera showed a close-up of his hand, and the director shouted: "Next is Zhang Tianyu!"

"Sister, he can't cut his fingers." Song Zixing grabbed his hand and sent it to the camera. "Look, he cut it himself. I'm afraid my hand will bleed."

Considering this situation, the choreographer nodded: "Under special circumstances, it is considered complete. You can proceed to the next task."

Tan Feiyue took out the task card: "Buy the other party a set of clothes."

Song Zixing pointed to the words behind and asked, "Is it called buying separately?"

"That means you two don't buy together." The director explained, "See if you are familiar with each other's size."

"That means." Song Zixing looked Tan Feiyue up and down, thinking that there should be no problem.

"Then let's go." Tan Feiyue put away the task card.

The program group designated a large clothing store and cleared all relevant personnel for the use of two people.There are two floors in the shopping mall, both of which are men's clothing, and the two shop on different floors.

Song Zixing went up to the third floor by himself, looked at the shop name on the head, and asked and patted: "Brother, what do you think he looks good in?"

The elder brother who took the photo had a blank face and didn't reply at all.

"You can tell by your expression." Song Zixing said with a smile, "He looks good in anything."

"..." The elder brother remained expressionless.

"I think his down jackets are all black. I'll go pick him another set of colors." Song Zixing said to himself, "But I rarely buy clothes, so I don't know if he likes the ones I picked."

Entering a brand store, Song Zixing caught his eye on a set of oversized black and white camouflage down jackets on the model.

"This looks good." Song Zixing walked around the model and said, "It's so cool."

Because there was no staff, Song Zixing stared at the model for a few minutes.

"Now, do you want me to take off this coat myself?" Song Zixing asked and clapped.

The eldest brother finally responded and nodded.

"Okay, then I'll offend you." Song Zixing took off the coat from the model and put it on himself first.

He looked in the mirror and nodded: "Not bad, but I don't know if he likes this loose version."

The follower brother watched him walking towards him holding the collar of his coat with both hands, and stepped back slightly.

"This kind of clothes is most suitable for wearing on the body, and I can hold another one in my arms." Teacher Song Zixing, who has experience in filming Little Sweet dramas, said, "But I have to hold someone who is about [-] centimeters shorter than him. It is about the same size as his chest." No matter how high it is, it's like fighting."

Song Zixing was very satisfied with the dress he had chosen, hugged it in his arms on the spot, and went on to the next one.

"Next we need to buy pants, sweaters, socks, shoes..." Song Zixing stared at the list written for him by the program team, and was stunned. "Are you serious about the last two words? Underpants???"

The cameraman shook his hand, and the camera shook slightly.

Song Zixing looked at him in shock, and finally sat on the bench in the rest area, repeating in disbelief: "Pants??"

"Your program team is not afraid that the program will not be broadcast? Can this thing appear on TV?" Song Zixing said to the camera, "Besides, how do I know what size underwear to buy for him? I haven't seen it with my own eyes. Pass."

"..." The elder brother's face was numb.

After finishing speaking, Song Zixing covered his face and smiled: "Alright, anyway, as long as I'm not embarrassed, the audience will be embarrassed."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Zixing stopped wasting time and immediately set off to pick out his pants.

I usually watch him too much, and I can tell the size of clothes and pants.When buying shoes, Song Zixing immediately took out his mobile phone and searched for Tan Feiyue's shoe size on Weibo.

Sure enough, there is nothing in this world that fans don't know about.

Except panties.

But any sensible fan will not spy on the size of his idol's underwear.

I also bought shoes, and only the last item is left.

"Brother, thank you for your hard work, my dear big brother." At the underwear store, Song Zixing took a pair of underwear on display in front of the camera and asked, "Do you think this is suitable?"

"..."

"I know you don't know either." After Song Zixing finished speaking, he clicked on WeChat and made a video call to Tan Feiyue.

"Have you finished shopping?" Song Zixing asked first after connecting.

"It's over." Seeing Feiyue's background, he had already arrived at the lounge on the first floor.

"I'm still close." Song Zixing showed him the underwear in his hand, "What size is your underwear? Is this okay?"

"..." Tan Feiyue only glanced at it, "It's too young."

"This is..." Song Zixing looked at the size, "XL."

He was quiet for a while, and asked the opposite: "Did I underestimate you, or did you overestimate yourself?"

"What do you think?" Tan Feiyue asked him calmly.

Song Zixing lifted his foot to change to a bigger size, and heard his voice from the phone: "Don't use your own standards to judge others."

"..." Song Zixing laughed angrily, "Did you buy it for me?"

"I bought both XL and L." Tan Feiyue suddenly smiled at him, "I'm afraid you won't be able to wear them by then, so I have a choice."

I can't keep track of this show.

This is ginseng rooster.

"To be honest, I really don't think it's good to tell such private things." Song Zixing looked at the camera and said very sincerely, "Cut this part, it's best not to involve the size of the two of us, remember to give it to me later. The panties in your hand are numbered."

"After you say that, I will release you without cutting a single word of the sentence just now." Tan Feiyue said.

"..."

"It's okay, don't feel inferior." Tan Feiyue looked at him with a smile on her lips, "It's fine if one of us is particularly good."

Song Zixing had no expression on his face, and hung up the call with a snap.