Heartthrob [Transmigration Book]

He didn't really care either.

The location is not difficult to find, it is diagonally opposite Jiang's Hotel, on the eleventh floor of the commercial building, there is a dressing room specially separated from each high-end studio.

Maybe they all ran out to join in the fun, and there were almost no people on this floor.

Chen Mo saw the house number written in the address, and was about to knock on the door when he heard the voices of girls talking through the crack of the door, and someone mentioned his name.

"...If I knew it was that trash, I wouldn't agree to anything."

"You mean Chen Mo?"

"Hmph, who else can there be besides him? Both merchants have low professional ability, but the ability to hug the thigh is not bad."

"I've read gossip in the circle that he knows some magic tricks, otherwise, why would the bosses be so determined to him?

"Just like the heroines in previous idol dramas who can only fall on the ground, can't they be licked by a bunch of men?"

"That's called the halo of the protagonist, and at least the heroine is a woman, and if you marry her back home, you can pass on the family line, so what's the use of being a man?

"Education without education, background without background, and no self-motivation. All day long, I just want to hug my thighs to gain profits. It is useless except to hinder my legs. It depends on other men to support me. If you want me to say that this kind of parasitic waste is not worthy of living in the world. In this world!"

"Oh, it's not that exaggerated. Anyway, incompetent people will be eliminated. When he gets old and looks bad, who will buy him?"

"It's not easy to see where to go now, it's bad luck to look at a dead face!"

"Wow, you're so angry, you—couldn't it be because of Zhao Yingdi?"

"Yeah, I'm just upset. He doesn't look in the mirror to see what he is! I really don't understand why Mr. Zhao likes that kind of garbage so much!"

……

The people in the room spoke freely, and there were even worse words.

Chen Mo stopped at the door without much fluctuation.

He didn't know how many times he had heard worse words than this, and he never took it to heart, as if the object of those people's ridicule had nothing to do with him.

When the people in the room were almost complaining and their voices subsided, Chen Mo raised his hand and knocked on the door.

There was a chaotic crackling sound in the room, and it took a while for someone to open the door.

There were only two girls in the room, one was a makeup artist, and the other was a new assistant named Shen whom I had seen in Zhao Siyuan's car before.

It was Xiao Shen who mocked Chen Mo's dead face.

Another makeup artist came to open the door. When he saw Chen Mo outside the door, he was startled and asked him to come in with a face full of embarrassment.

Xiao Shen sat on the stool and snorted coldly when he saw Chen Mo, his face was full of arrogance and contempt.

The make-up artist coughed twice, and greeted Chen Mo: "Ms. Chen is here to see Mr. Zhao. He was delayed on the way and will arrive later. He just called us and told us to put on your makeup first—Mr. Chen, please sit down first." .”

As she spoke, she took the initiative to pull the stool away.

Chen Mo nodded, and when he walked over to sit down, the makeup artist blinked at Xiao Shen, grinned, and then yanked the stool back.

The expected joke didn't happen.

The make-up artist only moved a distance of less than one centimeter, and it felt like a thousand gold weights were on the stool, and he couldn't move it no matter what.

She looked up, only to see two white and slender fingers pressing on the armrest, the soft leather surface was only slightly sunken, and it seemed that there was no effort at all.

Looking up again, the makeup artist was facing Chen Mo's gaze.

No doubt, no anger, calm like an ancient well without waves, as if it was just a casual glance for no reason, which made the makeup artist flustered for no reason.

Xiao Shen laughed loudly beside him.

The makeup artist let go of his hands in embarrassment, looked down at the ground, and saw Chen Mo sitting down from the corner of his eye.

After that, she didn't dare to do any more moves, especially for Zhao Siyuan who had put on makeup to show. He has been in the industry for so many years, and his eyes are very vicious. The people under his hands would never dare to make small moves in front of him.

Chen Mo closed his eyes and let the makeup artist pat his face. When something touched his eyes, he suddenly opened his mouth.

"I do not know why either."

It was a sentence without beginning or end, but the other two people somehow understood what he meant - after entering the door, Chen Mo had no communication with them, and the topic could only come from elsewhere.

He heard what they had said in the room earlier.

The makeup artist shook her hand, and a black line flew out from the corner of her eye, which was extremely abrupt.

Zhao Siyuan just walked in from the door: "Xiaomo? Are you here? Why don't you answer the phone? It's about time——"

After seeing the "tragedy" on Chen Mo's face, he fell silent for an instant.

The makeup artist quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, my hand slipped, I'll wipe it off and start over."

Chen Mo got up and went to the bathroom: "No need, it's too late, just wash it off."

The makeup artist thought she was being targeted, so she stood there in embarrassment, secretly glanced at Zhao Siyuan from the corner of her eye, and her eyes turned red after a while.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Siyuan only said, "That's fine."

This was said to Chen Mo, he just nodded slightly to the makeup artist, indicating that she can get off work first.

For the rest, he still went straight to Chen Mo as if no one else was there, even the sound of rushing water in the bathroom could not be suppressed.

"I see that you haven't been looking very well these past few days. After all, the Jiang family has a big business. There is always nothing wrong with making a good impression. But you don't need to wear makeup. Anyway, you are naturally beautiful."

Chen Mo turned a deaf ear to these words, took a few paper towels and wiped off the water on his face, being careful not to get it on his clothes.

Zhao Siyuan outside was ready, and when Chen Mo came out, he handed over his coat and walked outside.

The other two girls in the room were completely ignored, not at all like Zhao Siyuan's gentlemanly demeanor that is always praised, or all his tenderness, consideration, patience and focus all went to Chen Mo.

Xiao Shen's joy and anger were more easily shown, and the emotions of jealousy and hatred distorted her face.

If malicious gazes could turn into swords, Chen Mo's body would have been pierced already.

When Chen Mo passed by Xiao Shen, he paused, raised his head and looked at Xiao Shen for a moment.

The young girl has a lovely and beautiful face, and the bunny hairpin on her forehead adds a bit of lively youthfulness.

She was supposed to be a very pleasing girl, but she was destroyed by that kind of unreasonable malice.

Chen Mo's heart moved slightly, and he raised his hand towards Xiao Shen.

Xiao Shen subconsciously closed his eyes, took a step back nervously, folded his arms around his chest, and made a defensive posture.

However, Chen Mo just bent his index finger and flicked her forehead lightly.

"Stop making that face, it's becoming uncute."

Xiao Shen froze in place.

For a moment, she almost heard the tenderness in that fluttering sentence.

Xiao Shen opened his eyes, only in time to catch a glimpse of Chen Mo's back.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded outside the door, and the two quickly left, only Xiao Shen and the makeup artist were left in the room.

Xiao Shen stared at the door for a while while covering his forehead.

Something with enthusiasm surged in his eye sockets and heart at the same time, feeling a little aggrieved for no reason.

The makeup artist came up to her and talked to her as if nothing had happened: "Look at how petty he is, I heard that there are many big names at this dinner party, and an ignorant country bumpkin like Chen Mo will definitely make a lot of jokes. Just wait and see, it will definitely spread in circles tomorrow."

Xiao Shen was in a daze for a moment, and the struggle in his eyes was instantly suppressed.

She sneered contemptuously: "After all, he only plays tricks that don't make it to the table. The real boss will not accept his tricks, but he is just a vulgar thing that is not even a thing."

11.

The entrance of the Ginger Hotel.

Guests who do not have a special passage line up at Gate No. [-] to enter the venue. Because there are many celebrities and high-ranking officials present, for safety reasons, guests have to go through several security checks before entering the hotel.

One is manual, the hostess and the security personnel are guarding the door, saying welcome, while checking the bag.

Most of the dresses have no pockets, and no one would stuff things into the dresses. Even if women carry small bags, most of them are just for decoration. If you open them to the security inspector, you will know that there are no hidden dangerous goods.

There are two hidden security gates at the back, so after the hostesses have read the invitation and the security inspector reminded them to store the dangerous items they carry with them, the speed of guests entering is not slow.

Until I checked to Chen Mo.

"Do not bring guns, knives, and other controlled | products into the venue. If you have a lighter, please store it in a locker for now. If you need to smoke, please ask any waiter in the venue, and he will take you to the smoking area... ..."

The security personnel made reminders sternly.

Both Zhao Siyuan and Chen Mo didn't bring a bag, and they didn't have anything to hide on their bodies. The hostess quickly checked the invitation and handed it back, with a "long admiration".

The security inspector was about to let the two of them in, but Chen Mo stopped.

"Bangdang-"

With a soft sound, Chen Mo took out something from nowhere and threw it into the box at the security check desk.

The security inspector twitched his eyes and glanced down.

A black butterfly | butterfly | knife.

What could be special buffs.

The security inspector was very professional. He brought the registration form and was about to hand it out when the person in front of him took out several things one after another.

It's something that looks a little more normal—

A utility knife with a black case, a stack of silver utility blades, nail scissors, tacks...

Security inspector: "..."

——No, it’s not normal for these things to appear here!

Chen Mo finally mentioned the black umbrella that never left his body: "Do ordinary parasols also need to be stored?"

Seventy or eighty centimeters