After marrying a wealthy family, I just want to start a career[Transmigration Book]

From early morning until eleven o'clock in the morning, people in the hall came and went.

Ning An, Tan Wenyu, and Tian Xiaoci took advantage of this time to exchange ideas with each other.

Tan Wenyu specifically mentioned the show director "Wei Fat Er" this time.

This person has been a show director for many years and has very experienced experience. He has surprisingly high requirements for every show, and basically nothing goes wrong in his shows.

This is why he can maintain such a long-term cooperative relationship with major brands.

To walk in his show, you have to be very energetic, and you can't be distracted even for a second.

Waiting makes people tired and numb. People who are acquainted with each other get together to smoke, chat and play games, and gossip jokes fly together. Try to tune up your mischievous energy so that tiredness won't get the upper hand.

Ning An and Qin Wenyu went out to smoke a cigarette on the way, and Tian Xiaoci was ready to go in when they came back.

Qin Wenyu went in next, and in the end only Ning An was left waiting outside.

He looked at the hall, and the number of people was only one-third less than at the beginning, and there was still room for most people.

Some of the people who went in were very lucky, and only needed a little modification of makeup to match the theme of the big show.

Some have to keep modifying and supplementing, trying different makeup looks over and over again, in order to find the most suitable feeling.

It was already noon during the busy period, and boxes of lunch boxes were brought in. Unfortunately, at this time, Ning An's number plate was called.

Ning An got up and went straight into the makeup hall.

The size of the hall is very large, and the lights are so bright that it takes a while to get used to it.

Along the two walls, there are dressing tables and various styling tools, which are complex but orderly.

Other large vacant spaces are reserved for the entry of various exhibits during the big show.

Ning An was led to sit in front of the stage, and the stylist raised his chin to look at him for a moment, and then designed a textured iron according to his face shape and temperament.

During the perm interval, Tian Xiaoci's side was over, and he came over to say goodbye to Ning An with his bag on his back.

Tian Xiaoci's jet-black hair was dyed grandma gray.

This hair color is not easy to control, and the requirements for appearance and temperament are very high.

But Tian Xiaoci has fair skin and beautiful facial features, not to mention a thin waist and long legs, so he can attract thousands of eyes just by standing there.

The collar of the burgundy silk shirt inside the beige luxury sweater was slightly turned up, which made him extremely noble.With a little indifference and the unique rebelliousness of teenagers, it is completely different from the sweet and quiet in the usual days.

Ning An smiled and praised: "It's beautiful."

Tian Xiaoci smiled shyly. He had just received the notice of the previous interview, asking him to come to the second interview later.

"Go out and have something to eat before leaving." Ning An reminded.

Tian Xiaoci bent down, pressed Ning An's ear, and laughed as if doing something wrong: "After the show is over, I will invite you and brother Xiaoyu to eat delicious food."

Ning An raised his hand and stroked his hair back: "Okay."

After a long wait, he was finally led to wash his hair, and then continued to wait with a towel on his head.

It wasn't until the hair was half dry that the hair stylist freed his hands to help him with further styling.

The black hair has a smooth texture, which adds youthful vitality to this person's cold temperament, but also adds a sense of superior distance.

Ning An always gives people a very contradictory feeling, but this feeling makes people curious, eager to spy, full of charm.

The hair stylist was very satisfied: "Okay, the young man is too elegant."

Ning An pursed his lips and smiled. He thanked him and continued to wait for the corresponding makeup artist.

During this period, a female model was brushed off, walking out with red eyes.

The familiar models comforted her that she would have another chance next time.

"My regret is not this show," the female model lowered her eyes: "It's that I missed Teacher Wang Rong this time, and I don't know when I will meet him next time."

"You still want to go to Wang Rong's show?" Someone joked: "Let me tell you, Wang Rong's show is basically a few familiar faces, and there are only one or two new faces in a year. count on."

Ning An lowered his eyes to look at his phone, and couldn't help being attracted to Wang Rong's name.

Even if no one has ever responded to this news, it is enough to make many people excited and looking forward to it.

It doesn't matter if you can't make it to Wang Rong's show, it's good to be familiar with it.

The makeup artist held his chin to apply makeup on him. His long eyebrows almost reached his temples, beautiful and elegant, his eyelashes drooped, his eyes were very long at the end of his eyes, and his eyelids were slightly raised. His eyes were deserted, covered with a layer of frost. .

The makeup artist smiled: "Tired?"

Ning An was a little tired, he only slept for three hours last night, and only had two bites of breakfast today, and now his stomach feels weak.

He smiled politely: "Fortunately, you worked harder."

Makeup artists are indeed very hard. From morning to night, they outline makeup for different people, and there is almost no time to stop.

If it is possible, I really wish that one person can divide it into several parts and use it. Hearing this, he smiled helplessly: "It's all work."

Ning An cooperated with tilting his head: "Teacher, will Teacher Wang Rong come?"

The make-up artist had a cheerful personality, and he burst out laughing when he asked this question: "He is another one who wants to be in Wang Rong's show, but we don't know if he will come or not. I don't know where you got the news from. Has a nose and eyes?"

Ning An closed his eyes, both disappointed and relaxed.

The feeling of relaxation let him know that he was not ready for too many things.

Like a clarion call, he had to face up to what he should do and the path he should take, and he couldn't delay any longer.

Sweeping crimson eyeshadow on the end of the eyes, there is a soft charm in the coldness.

The light pink lips are smudged with lipstick, the red has a little orange tone, reflecting the cold white skin with a layer of warmth.

The good makeup is adjusted and modified over and over again, and finally it is perfect.

That face became more perfect and three-dimensional, soft and charming in the cold, alienated in the soft and charming, extremely gorgeous and extremely cold, and the moment you look up, it is breathtaking.

After going through all the procedures, he was stopped by the stylist before leaving.

Said that the show director wanted to try blue hair.

Ning An was still in a daze when he was pushed back, and several hours passed after tossing around.

It is said to have blue hair, but in fact it is an extremely deep blue, close to black, and only under the extremely strong light can it reveal the azure blue, like a vast ocean.

It is conceivable that with jewelry and diamond decorations, under the light, the bright romance.

After tossing around, it was late at night, and there were still a few people waiting here and there. Ning An was too tired, so he went back without taking off his makeup.

I didn't even eat a few mouthfuls of food all day, I didn't make it in time for lunch, and dinner was because I was wearing makeup, and in order not to wear makeup, I could only endure the hunger.

In the end, everything was settled. Looking at the still busy staff and the models who had changed their makeup over and over again, he couldn't wait any longer.

He took a taxi and closed his eyes tiredly as soon as he got in the car, causing the driver to keep peeking at his bright makeup.

When I got home, the light was still on in the living room, and there was the sound of running water in the bathroom.

Ning An took off his coat, sat on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

He wanted to wait for Feng Yun to finish washing before going in to take off his make-up and take a shower.

But as soon as I sat down, I heard the faint sound of water, like raindrops beating on my heart, relaxing and urging me to sleep.

When Feng Yun came out wearing a bath towel, he immediately saw Ning An who was sleeping on the sofa.

A pair of long legs are crossed, hands are naturally hanging on the thighs, the body is leaned back, as if sleeping very fast, and there is no time to put it in a comfortable position.

Under the light, his makeup was bright, his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and his breathing was smooth and natural.

The rosy lips were slightly parted, and the coldness and vigilance of when he was awake was gone, like an innocent child.

But that makeup is so shiny that it looks like a prince who fell from the sky.

A prince who has lost his guard, lost his protection, and is open to prying eyes.

Feng Yun couldn't deny that he was attracted by such Ning An, his footsteps moved forward involuntarily, and he felt a little desire to spy.

Because of this posture, the silk stone blue shirt has natural folds, slightly rising and falling with the chest.

He seems to have few such moments, and most of the time, his clothes are straight and meticulous.

It is very contradictory to say that he always wears accessories, but he gives people the feeling of being just like shochiku.

In fashion, there is some conservativeness hidden.

Feng Yun looked down at him from a high position, such tranquility made one unable to bear to disturb him.

He threw away the towel for drying his hair, and bent slightly.

A shadow fell on his body, Ning An frowned uncomfortably in his sleep, and his eyelashes trembled.

But soon sank into reality again.

Feng Yun finally moved. He stretched out a finger and poked his face: "Hey, go to bed and sleep? Be careful of catching a cold here?"

Ning An frowned, and whimpered like a lazy cat.

Feng Yun looked at him and laughed, but didn't notice that she was getting closer to him.

His full forehead, slender eyebrows, thick eyelashes, straight nose bridge and ruddy lips...

They were all magnified, rushing towards him.

Like a thick and colorful painting, it amazes the eyes, and at the same time, the heart is moved by the innocence and enthusiasm revealed by the painter's brushstrokes.

The water dripped down from her hair, and it happened to drip into Ning An's eye sockets, dripping on that layer of light golden eye shadow with shimmering crimson, and slowly slid down, like the tears of a mermaid.

Ning An's eyelashes moved, and he slowly opened his eyes.

There was a face in front of him, so close to him that he couldn't see the specific face clearly, he didn't even realize where he was, he could only feel the pressure instinctively.

"Crack!" He waved his hand, with fear, without mercy.

"Fuck!" Feng Yun's face was slapped to the wrong side, why did he think this person was beautiful, true and pure?

He is obviously...

So fierce!

Just when I had a good impression of him, the reality slapped him hard in the face, calling it "really slapped in the face."

Ning An sat up straight in panic, completely waking up from his confusion.

The panic in his eyes gradually disappeared, and then came a new panic. He realized that he had caused trouble, and hurriedly reached out to rub Feng Yun's face.

Feng Yun patted his hand away and stared at him: "Did you do it on purpose?"

"You're wronged, my lord!" Ning An raised his hands, looking pitiful: "I really didn't do it on purpose."

Feng Yun turned his head to ignore him, Ning An stretched out his hand again, turned his face away, and took a closer look, there were finger marks on that handsome face, which made him startled.

He was too close, and his breath sprayed softly on his cheeks, making Feng Yun's back tremble, as if he was sick, and it was difficult to control himself.

"Blow it, blow it, it won't hurt anymore." Ning An moved closer, and gently blew on her flushed cheeks, just like she did to Ning Ke before.

The faint scent of tea enveloped Feng Yun, and the warm breath blew on his cheeks, making the slightly swelling pain itchy and unbearable.

He clenched his fingers tightly, his eyes were as dark as the sea, cold and hot, like a wolf in a desperate situation, extremely ferocious.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Ning An leaning forward, his cheeks puffed out, his rosy lips pursed slightly, his eyes focused and serious, and he was blowing his breath.

There is a sweet smell in the breath, probably the smell of lipstick, which makes people want to taste it.