After marrying the richest husband

The Workers Stadium in Beicheng is often used by celebrities and large-scale competitions as a venue for concerts and events, so the equipment in all aspects is much better than the previous performances.

You can see it in the background.

The rehearsal time of the Workers' Stadium was the day before the performance. Seven or eight dressing rooms were prepared in the backstage, and several fitting rooms were prepared separately. The venue was wide enough for the trainees to warm up before going on stage for the rehearsal.

Sang Qiao was still thinking about what Jiang Tong said when she was putting on makeup backstage.

As I thought about it, I missed Fu Xingzhou even more.

The makeup of their pair of trainees took up four dressing rooms, and Sang Qiao and Jiang Tong happened to be in different rooms.

Especially in the room where Sangqiao is located, Sangqiao happens to be alone.

Probably because it was the last battle, the program team also spent a lot of money. The team invited was the makeup artist who was previously used by the national team. Each of them was individually insured. I don't know how much it will cost if I hire more than a dozen people at once.

Although the entire makeup team has changed, the makeup artist next to Sang Qiao is still the same as before——

Wearing the latest Chanel style, wearing Hermes crocodile skin on her back, stepping on a pair of dirty Gucci shoes, and brushing Sangqiao's face with a Givenchy makeup brush engraved with gold.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao was sneezed by those makeup brushes coated with a layer of gold leaf, subconsciously pinched his nose, and asked cautiously: "Miss Yang, are you also in this makeup team?"

Yang Xiaocai raised her eyebrows, and changed to a new limited-edition brush: "Of course not, how can they afford me."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao was very polite: "Oh..."

Yang Xiaocai said: "But there's no way, Boss Fu asked me to draw for you. I trotted from Jincheng in my Porsche and came here in minutes."

Sang Qiao: "..."

The brush in Yang Xiaocai's hand fluttered twice symbolically, but he couldn't find room to play on Sang Qiao's face: "Why didn't you ask me if Boss Fu asked me to come here?"

Sang Qiao thought for a while: "It should be the same."

Otherwise, even a little transparent trainee like him doesn't seem to be worthy of a gold-encrusted makeup brush...

Yang Xiaocai sighed, put the brush aside, and took out a pair of delicate scissors from the cosmetic bag: "Then are you moved?"

Sang Qiao looked at the little scissors and was silent for a while, then sincerely shook his head: "I dare not move."

Yang Xiaocai: "?"

Yang Xiaocai was happy: "I took the scissors to trim your hair here on the forehead, not to cut your other places, don't worry."

Sang Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Xiaocai trimmed a few strands of hair from Sangqiao's temples, looked left and right, but couldn't find anything that could be finished, and said, "Sangqiao, did Mr. Fu nourish you well? "

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao almost choked himself to death with his saliva, and coughed several times before choking out a single word: "... huh?"

Yang Xiaocai dug out a particularly monstrous eye shadow from her bag: "Last time I saw you, you looked like a yellow cabbage in the ground, now look at your complexion, it's pink and white, almost as rich and noble as the world. It's a different flower."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Although Sang Qiao didn't know what the rich and noble flowers in the world looked like, he subconsciously touched his face.

Maybe I watch it every day, and I don’t feel that there is any change.

Before Sang Qiao could speak, Yang Xiaocai said carelessly: "I put on your makeup last time, so I figured that you must be not far from being eaten by Fu Xingzhou, so it seems that Boss Fu is quite a dragon and a tiger." Yes, tsk tsk, men at thirty are like wolves and tigers."

What a tiger's word.

Sang Qiao's face burned with a brush.

It happened that the big mirror was directly opposite where he was sitting, so Sang Qiao watched himself in the mirror burnt into a bright red apple.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Yang Xiaocai helped Sangqiao put on the eye shadow, and then used highlights and shadows to deepen the outline. After looking around for two times, he couldn't find any place to start, so he sighed dejectedly: "There is nothing to draw, just look at it." No, is there anything else you want to change?"

As Yang Xiaocai took a step back, Sang Qiao's entire face was revealed in the mirror.

Different from other trainees, Sang Qiao actually almost never wears makeup during training. He thinks that sweating during training will sting him, so when he appears in the camera, he usually puts on anti-drying baby cream at most.

But even so, Sang Qiao's appearance is still better than many trainees wearing makeup in the camera.

Back then, Fang Wei was attracted by Sang Chongde because of her good looks. Sang Qiao not only inherited all the advantages of Fang Wei's facial features, but also had a bit of youthful heroic spirit.

Coupled with the malnutrition and hunger that accompanied him during his growing up, Sang Qiao never had the chance to grow into a manly figure.

No matter how to make up for it in the later stage, there will always be a thinness like a paper man.

And this kind of thinness looks more beautiful than others when it falls on the camera.

In the first two performances, due to the need to cooperate with other teammates, Sang Qiao's makeup was not too heavy.

Only this time it was the last game, and the music style chosen by the team was different from the previous ones. Yang Xiaocai probably just happened to be able to give full play to his own advantages, and gave Sang Qiao a gothic style of makeup.

The man in the mirror had dyed his hair a dark blue and wore a houndstooth detective hat slanted sideways.

The ends of the eyes are slightly lifted by the brown eye shadow, and the eye shadow and pearl flakes of the same color as the hair color are blurred.

Only the lips are bright red.

Sang Qiao froze for a moment, almost didn't recognize himself.

Yang Xiaocai was obviously satisfied with Sang Qiao's makeup, and added a few highlights to Sang Qiao, and was about to appreciate it again, when the door of the dressing room was pushed open from the outside.

Immediately afterwards, the phone's camera shutter sounded a few times.

Yi Chu happily took a picture, and then sent the photo out, clasped his hands together and bowed to Yang Xiaocai: "I haven't seen you for a few years, Miss Yang's handicraft is still so good, I have already sent it to my brother, thank you, thank you." .”

Yang Xiaocai; "..."

Yang Xiaocai stepped on her high-heeled shoes, which were more than ten centimeters in length, and stretched out her hand, "All rights reserved, [-] per piece."

Yi Chu's WeChat immediately transferred the money: "Pay with one hand and deliver with the other, the money and the goods are cleared, you go!"

Yang Xiaocai: "..."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao was still a little unaccustomed to his own makeup, so he turned around from his chair after taking another look: "Yi Chu, don't let Miss Yang go... I don't think I'm good on stage like this, this makeup is good strangeness."

Yang Xiaocai immediately withdrew from the battle with Yi Chu: "Sang Qiao, listen to me! Don't worry, with this makeup on, I guarantee that you will be the most beautiful kid in the audience tonight!"

Yi Chu did not argue with Yang Xiaocai again this time, and nodded along: "The stage makeup is like this, and I think it looks good too. I have already sent it to my brother, why don't you wait to hear his opinion, Qiaoqiao ?”

Sang Qiao hesitated, and nodded after a while.

The time before the performance was always tense, Yi Chu came to Sangqiao at this time obviously had something to say, Yang Xiaocai picked up her bag, said she would come back later, opened the door and went out.

Yi Chu personally went to check whether the door was closed properly before returning to Sangqiao: "Yang Xiaocai's father is in real estate, and she is the youngest in the family. She specializes in makeup. I guess my brother meant to let her I will work with you in the future."

Sang Qiao was a little surprised: "Is she coming to be my makeup artist? Wouldn't it be too good..."

Sang Qiao felt that his salary might not be enough for someone to buy a bag.

Yi Chu pulled up a chair and sat down next to Sangqiao: "What can be wrong, my brother can't wait for you to use the best of everything in the world."

Sang Qiao: "..."

To be honest, Sang Qiao used to think that his skin should be the thickest in the world, but now he feels that his skin seems to be getting thinner and thinner.

Yi Chu hesitated for a few seconds: "Hey, I will tell you these words later on my brother! I came to you mainly to tell you——Raven just called me and said that there was a snowstorm in London yesterday, and the planes were all grounded to take off No, Fu Xingzhou is in the UK now, so he may not be able to come back when you perform."

That's a long sentence.

Sang Qiao froze for a moment.

Yi Chu was a little afraid that he didn't understand, and added: "My brother seems to have ordered a gift for you, and then he had to go pick it up or mail it, but after flying past, he probably won't be able to come back for a while, and I don't know. When will the snow stop..."

Yi Chu paused, then glanced at Sang Qiao again.

Sang Qiao still sat there, as before, without refuting or speaking.

very quiet.

But Yi Chu suddenly felt that Sang Qiao seemed very, very sad.

It's like a handful of snow that looks intact, but the inside has completely melted away, the hollow sadness.

On the eve of the performance, all trainees were not allowed to use their mobile phones.

The program team asked Sang Qiao if he needed special privileges before, but Sang Qiao firmly refused.

So Sang Qiao could neither receive messages from Fu Xingzhou nor hear his calls.

Yi Chu made a special trip to tell Sang Qiao the news.

There was still silence in the dressing room.

Suddenly, the screen of the mobile phone Yi Chu held in his hand lit up, and a WeChat notification message jumped out from the screen.

【Fu Xingzhou: Are you next to the Sang Bridge? 】

[Fu Xingzhou: Give the phone to Sang Qiao. 】

Yi Chu understood in seconds, and quickly patted Sang Qiao's arm: "My brother should be at the airport, do you want to take a video with him? It's okay, there is still a while before the rehearsal."

Sang Qiao seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, and said in a daze: "Yes, is it possible?"

"Of course!"

Yi Chu directly broadcast the video message, then handed the phone to Sang Qiao, "I'll go out and guard the door for you and my brother, don't worry, just come out when I knock on the door and call for you."

Sang Qiao nodded seriously.

As soon as Yi Chu closed the door with his front foot, the video was connected.

The background behind Fu Xingzhou is like the waiting area of ​​the VIP area, clean and tidy, and occasionally one or two waiters in high-end uniforms can be seen walking around with food trays.

And Fu Xingzhou was wearing a smoky silver suit, without a tie as usual.

Sang Qiao just stared at Fu Xingzhou for a long time, opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, he felt his eyes sour.

But Fu Xingzhou was sitting on the other side of the camera, with a faint layer of tiredness between his brows, but he still smiled at Sang Qiao: "Qiao Bao put on such a beautiful makeup, don't feel sad, okay?"

Sang Qiao sniffed and said obediently, "Yes."

Fu Xingzhou's voice was very gentle: "I promised Guo Qiaobao that I will go to the last performance, and I won't miss the appointment, okay?"

Sang Qiao shook his head: "It's okay."

Maybe it was because of his blocked nose, Sangqiao's voice seemed muffled, but he still tried his best to smile at Fu Xingzhou: "It's okay... We still have a lot of future, snowstorm, danger, Fu Xingzhou ...Don't rush back, I will be very scared."

I'm afraid that your absence may be my last stage.

But I am even more afraid that you will be absent from my future.

Sang Qiao's eyes were red, but she tried very hard not to shed tears.

He bent the corners of his lips to Fu Xingzhou: "You can come back when the weather is fine, I can wait for you, and I also..."

"I know."

Fu Xingzhou's voice trembled almost invisible, he closed his eyes, and said softly, "I know, Qiaoqiao, I will come back safely. Be good, wait for me to come back."

The author has something to say: In this chapter, Fu Dong, who was angry because of the weather, refused to appear in the small theater.

Alas, let Yi Chu do a pole dance for everyone to deal with it.

Yi Chu:? ? ?