The Days Dominated by the Wife-staring Demon + Spoiler

Seeing it with my own eyes, I didn't expect that there was no element of deceit in this person's design. It seems... An Jing herself has a natural stupidity.

"Grandma...ah no! An Jing." The makeup artist is a slightly older girl who looks about 30 years old and has good hands and feet. "You can just call our sister, sit down quickly, and I will help you dress up beautifully."

An Jing sat down obediently, and responded to her words, "Thank you sister."

The idol who was only seen on the stage is now sitting in his makeup chair, and looks like you can pick it, and even calls his sister in a clear and cute voice. The makeup artist said that she couldn't stop herself. Nosebleed.

Sure enough, chasing stars is the greatest joy in life, and being a makeup artist while chasing stars makes me happier. It’s not a dream for someone like her to draw her idol one day!

The bullet screen in my heart has already drifted across a large area, but the makeup artist still stabilized her calm image a little bit, pretending to calmly suppress the trembling hands due to excitement, opened the cosmetic bag and began to prepare.

The dancer played by An Jing first appeared at a dinner party. She was presented to the emperor as a performance by another country. She appeared in a dazzling red dress. With her charming dancing posture, she immediately attracted the dancer played by Mo Yan. The captives of the enemy country couldn't catch their eyes because of their love for the princess, so they subconsciously took this dancing girl as a substitute for Bai Yueguang.

The make-up artist still wasted a little effort to process the innocent little guy in front of him into the stunner requested by the director.

She used red eyeliner to draw some out at the end of An Jing's eyes, which was similar to the makeup she wore when she debuted on stage, but with this black hair, she looked different at this time, like the ones displayed in a shop window Japanese dolls.Even if he doesn't make an expression, when he squints at people, there is already a hint of charm.

"Xiao Jing."

An Jing turned her head to look at the door, Mo Jian stood there with an unscrupulous smile, leaning lazily against the door frame.

Why does this person look like he has no bones all day long, leaning wherever he goes, without a serious look.

"Don't hold back!" The makeup artist stopped when she saw her coming.

It stands to reason that Mo Yan has her own makeup artist, so she doesn't come here at all. What's the matter, but she can't control so much. As an older star chasing girl, how could she miss such an industry myth like Mo Yan.

However, this god is very willful, he accepts the drama as he pleases, and he has no confidence for several years after taking a break. Even the award ceremony is always received by someone else, even if he is filming in the crew, he does not obediently stay in the hotel arranged by the crew. Every day, no matter how late it was, he took a special car to pick her up and sent her back, thinking that he could see her occasionally during the break, but this person always locked himself in the lounge and did not take a step out.

"Hey, are you my fan?" Mo Yan didn't maintain the so-called mysterious style of persona on the screen at all. He raised his hands and smiled as if saying hello to the blushing makeup artist. What a frivolity.

But Xi Shi was in the eyes of the fans, and the makeup artist thought it was the goddess' way of expressing her kindness to herself. She was so excited, "Yes! I am your fan, maybe, can you give me my autograph!"

The costumer at the side quickly came to his senses, how could she be left behind for such a thing as signing an autograph, and agreed to be sisters together.

Mo Yan smiled, his eyes were bent, and he seemed to have a good temper, "Coincidentally, I am also a fan."

She raised her finger and pointed at An Jing, "Her."

The holy light of gossip began to emerge from the makeup artist's eyes.

An Jing looked at this person from the reflection of the mirror. She had already changed into a costume, and a long blue dress was wrapped around her body, making her look slim and slender. Although her whole body was tightly wrapped, she always felt that she was from anywhere. Risking a sense of frivolity.

"Don't you guys want my autograph? Then help me to ask if my idol can give me an autograph." Mo Yan hooked the corners of his mouth and wrapped his fingers around the end of the wig, with a flexible posture, "If she agrees, I'll write it to you."

The two immediately looked eagerly at An Jing, who sighed, raised her eyes and saw Mo Yan looking at herself in the reflection of the mirror, and she also stared back.

"How can my signature be worth more than yours, please stop joking."

Mo Jian was happy to see An Jing being forced a little anxiously, but she could only bear it because of the situation. She laughed, and reached out to the two of them, "Come on, I'll write for you."

Two star chasing girls went up with notebooks in their hands.

Mo Jian stroked the pen for them a few times, and then said lightly: "I want to chat with An Jing, it shouldn't delay things too much."

The make-up artist who got the benefit quickly said, "Don't delay, don't delay, it's still early, after you guys finished chatting, it's the same if I paint her again."

Chapter 58

When the two went out, they also intimately took the door to the door, leaving time for the two to be alone.

"I heard that you and Ge Zijie had a bad fight because of acting?" Mo Yan walked over and leaned on the table in front of An Jing.

An Jing glanced at her, and said lightly: "Mr. Mo is here to ask this? Then you may be disappointed. The director and I have nothing to disagree with."

"Really?" Mo Yan said lightly, raised his hand and brushed the hem of the skirt, his plain white fingers resting on the cyan fabric was really pretty, but this elegant and beautiful skin always had to be matched with such an indecent look. The tone made An Jing accept her incompetence.