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For the first time, Ge Chuyun felt that if Ji Mingchen did nothing to him, it would make his scalp tingle more than doing something to him.

"Let go of me." He whispered.

"I didn't use much force." Ji Mingchen said sincerely, and raised the hand that was just placed on his waist, "And little uncle, you have been scratching my chest since just now, and my nails hurt me a bit. "

Ge Chuyun immediately let go, and couldn't help cursing. Only then did he realize that his calf was pinned between the two driving seats. If he wanted to pull it out, he had to lower his waist even more.

But he didn't want to, he felt like throwing himself into Ji Mingchen's arms.

Ji Mingchen propped his hands upright and did not touch him. The remaining temperature on his wrists from Ge Chuyun's waist was being cooled by the air in the car. The temperature was transmitted through the satin fabric. Lifting it up for a second, he might roughly pull out the hem of his shirt, reach in and rub his waistline, and grab the hem of his underwear.

He knew how beautiful Ge Izuyun's waistline was under his shirt, but he also knew that if he did this, he would definitely have a symmetrical scar on his face.

So he would rather see Ge Chuyun swearing and cursing than that kind of high-risk operation.

"What exactly do you want?" Ge Chuyun finally sat back in his seat, and found a small half pack of cigarettes from the glove box. He didn't want to smoke before Ji Mingchen got out of the car, fearing that the second-hand smoke would smoke him, but now he is afraid Secondhand smoke won't kill him.

"I want to marry you." Ji Mingchen didn't change his face.

Ge Chuyun's hand trembled as he lit the cigarette, almost burning the mustache on his chin. He looked at Ji Mingchen's calm face in disbelief, "Do you think it's possible?"

Ji Mingchen didn't show any surprise at Ge Chuyun's rejection, but continued to say in a calm tone, "Then I want to kiss you."

If he didn't listen to the content of the conversation, Ge Chuyun would even think that he was negotiating a contract with a client in the car.

"Tell me something realistic."

"Then I want you to release me from the blacklist." Ji Mingchen blinked.

This didn't sound too outrageous, Ge Chuyun glared at him, took out his mobile phone from his briefcase, tapped it a few times, and then turned the screen over for Ji Mingchen to see.

"It's released, okay?" He took a deep breath of the cigarette, and his mind cleared up a lot, "The previous things are over, I don't have to care about you, but you will behave to me in the future, and give me less. Don't act like I'm going to make a fuss, I don't like this!"

Ji Mingchen gathered his clothes, turned his head and looked at him intently, "How do you turn the page? You pretend not to know that I like you, and I pretend not to know that you know that I like you?"

"Would you tell me the tongue twister?"

"No, it's just implicitly expressing that I want to chase you."

In the end, as if afraid that Ge Chuyun didn't hear clearly, Ji Mingchen repeated it word for word, "I want to chase you, little uncle."

Unable to tell whether it was because the little uncle called him too sweetly, or seeing the uneasiness welling up in his eyes, Ge Chuyun suppressed the rude words that came to his lips, opened his mouth dryly, and said nothing.

"I will be very disciplined. Before you agree, you will never do anything beyond the range of family affection." Ji Mingchen looked away, and slammed his fingers on the car door, "You should also think about it carefully, after all, there seems to be nothing but me. People can bear you."

As soon as the words fell, he opened the door, jumped out of the car and ran away.

Ge Chuyun hesitated for a few seconds before poking his head out of the car window to scold him, "How do you talk, kid?!"

Before he could say a few more words, Ji Mingchen ran away without a trace. He suddenly felt the heat on his thigh, and looked down, the cigarette in his hand had burned to the filter, and half of the dried ash fell out, giving him There was a hole in his trousers, Ge Chuyun extinguished the cigarette impatiently, and took a puff of the cigarette he finally got out.

"It's crazy..." He simply slumped back on the seat.

The high temperature on the thighs cooled down quickly, but the place on the face where Ji Mingchen's nose brushed against it seemed to be getting hotter and hotter.

It was frosty at night, and Ji Mingchen could clearly see a few black footprints kicked out by himself on the foggy white road.

He ran fast, with long strides, and his footprints were loosely spaced, illuminated by the moonlight.

"Damn, crazy..."

He seldom swears, even if he followed Ge Chuyun's words and deeds since he was a child.

But today is an exception, he thought as he crouched against the wall with his knees folded.

The heart rate after the sprint didn't slow down at all because of a little rest, and it still echoed tirelessly in his chest.

"You're in a good mood today?" Ah Zhou received it from Ji Mingchen at five o'clock in the morning the next day. Seeing that he was no longer struggling like before, he seemed to have stretched a lot, thinking that Ge Chuyun would finally do it. Back to personnel.

Ji Mingchen looked up and smiled at him, put his luggage in the trunk, and held up his mobile phone to talk to his cat.

Huniu is a big cat, but it is comparable in clinginess and size. He only went downstairs for two or three minutes, and the little cat was meowing at the camera at home, and Ji Mingchen was amused by it. .

The rehearsal started at one o'clock in the afternoon that day, and they rushed to the backstage of the show without any delay after landing.

This time is probably the most complicated makeup that Ji Mingchen has experienced since entering the industry.

"Your head is so round." The hairdresser sighed while shaving his head.

Ji Mingchen smiled at her a little shyly. He remembered that Ge Chuyun said when he was a child that he had a round head, and that the dimple at the back of his head connecting his neck was deep and beautiful.

Compared with the makeup, the hairstyle is really complicated, but his previous hair is shaved shorter. His hair is not too hard, and it is fluffy after shaving, but it is not difficult to touch.

The hair stylist was also very satisfied with the head he had shaved. He stretched out his hand to touch it twice before handing it over to the makeup artist. When he was packing the tools, he happened to catch a glimpse of the figure approaching in the mirror. He hesitated for a moment and immediately turned around and said, " Hello teacher."

Teacher Odagiri came to the show very early. She first visited the design of the show, and then went to the dressing room to tell the attention points of each look. She was dressed very plainly, wrapped in a pure black turtleneck windbreaker , a section of su blue silk scarf looming in the neckline, there is no trace of excessive makeup on the face, only a matte lipstick slightly darker than the color of the lips, her skin is especially white, and she looks pretty when she is not smiling. unreasonable.

When she walked over, there seemed to be wind around her, blowing her short ear-length hair that was popular in the last era, revealing the cold golden earrings on the earlobes, the hair color was nearly half gray, but unexpectedly she did not look old, probably The brow bone and the bridge of the nose are highly three-dimensional, which can effectively support the contours of the face, so that the skin does not sag too much.

Ji Mingchen stood up quickly. There were many models sitting in this direction who were putting on makeup, but just looking at each other in the mirror, Ji Mingchen felt that she was looking for him.

With past experience in foreign fashion shows, Ji Mingchen's spoken English is not bad, but there are only a few sentences in Japanese, which he learned from Ge Chuyun.

Teacher Odagiri's boots were standing in front of him. Before Ji Mingchen could speak, he heard her say in Chinese, "Is it Mingchen?"

"Yes, teacher, Ji Mingchen." He paused for a moment, then quickly answered his upper body.

"Don't be nervous, although you have never been to my fitting, I have read many magazines of yours, and I remember your face." She said, the corners of her mouth stretched and raised very slowly, like a smile that was pressed at 0.5 times speed , "It's very personal, very fierce, like... the fighting Buddha, this set of Looks seems to be tailor-made for you."

Not only is she smiling, but her speech is also very slow, with a particularly sharp sense of articulation. When she smiles, she can still see the age lines engraved on her face, adding a bit of meanness to the crooked eyebrows and eyes.

"Thank you, teacher. I will try my best to live up to the teacher's hard work." The evaluation was very high, and Ji Mingchen was a little embarrassed to answer the question for a while, but just replied in a well-regulated manner.

Strangely, he felt an inexplicable sense of oppression from the woman in front of him who was not as tall as his shoulders, which was unprecedented.

"How many years have you been in the industry?"

"It's been almost two years."

Mr. Odagiri lowered his head and thought for a while, and tentatively said: "I have seen your films, and they are of high quality. It may be related to the fact that your company's magazines are more famous. I have accumulated a lot in the past two years. After that, you don't have to. You put too much energy into magazines and advertisements, you belong to the type of model in the show, I hope to see you in some big shows."

After she finished speaking, she quickly added, "Of course, it's just a personal suggestion, for reference only."

Her speech speed suddenly picked up, as if she didn't need any response from Ji Mingchen, she turned her head and told the make-up artist who was quietly standing aside, "His face contour is very good, but judging from the stage beauty of the scene, In addition to the basic contouring, it is necessary to increase the three-dimensionality of the brow bone and eye sockets. Although only the left half of the upper body is exposed, it is still necessary to apply oil. The two parts of the shoulder joint and the pectoralis major muscle are thinly coated with gold powder. Pay attention to the amount and layering , not to overwhelm the host, but also to emphasize the sense of presence, did I make it clear?"

"Well, it's clear, teacher." The makeup artist kept nodding.

"Okay, then, now please briefly repeat to me what I just said."

Designers and models are not the only ones who arrive at the show in advance. Generally speaking, some photographers in the industry will also come to the show one day in advance to take pictures of the scenery, find inspiration, or pick out any models they like.

Ah Zhou is also familiar with this. After arriving, he left Ji Mingchen alone to put on makeup, and went to the venue to exchange greetings by himself. Unexpectedly, when he returned to the backstage, he saw a scene that made his jaw drop.

Teacher Odagiri got a relatively satisfactory retelling, and then left to follow up on the makeup of the next model. Ah Zhou kept staring at her profile until the crowd obstructed his sight, and then walked to Jimingchen with an incredulous expression and asked, " Do you know the woman who just answered?"

Ji Mingchen was putting on makeup, and couldn't show any expression on his face. He just half-opened his mouth and answered vaguely, "It's Mr. Odagiri, she's here to tell you about the makeup."

"She's Odagiri!" Ah Zhou's voice was so high that he couldn't suppress it, which startled the makeup artist.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you continue." He apologized hurriedly, squatted down and leaned into Ji Mingchen's ear, "It's over, why is her surname Odagiri?"

Ji Mingchen was a little dazed by his thoughtless sentence.

Seeing that there was no emotion on his face, Ah Zhou reacted immediately, and said to him nervously, "Yes, you haven't seen her before, you don't know, her surname was Shang Dao, Shang Dao Xunzi! She is Ge Izumo's own mother!"