evening photos

Because he was thinking about helping Tiansu ask about the dressing room, Shu Zhao turned his face and came to the chairman's office.

The office was resplendently decorated, the chairman was chatting with Ah Hua, saw him come in and asked, "Xiao Zhao, what's the matter?"

Shu Zhao sat on the chair, smiling all over her face, "Don't we need a makeup artist? I have a little sister who has been doing makeup for ten years and has a lot of experience. Would you like to ask her to try it?"

Before the chairman could reply, Ah Hua said, "You can take it easy now, and you want to make some money from the idea of ​​makeup. How many rooms has your DJ department booked this month?"

"Today's No. 17, we have booked fifteen rooms, but we haven't booked a box for two days."

A Hua snorted coldly with the corners of her mouth pulled, and said in an indifferent way: "Seven people in your DJ department, count you as eight, and it took [-] days to book [-] boxes? Tsk tsk tsk," he looked at the chairman, and in front of Shu After seeing Zhao, he began to run on him openly: "Why don't you say that you are comfortable as the DJ manager, no matter whether you book a box or not, there are classes and you can make money. Don't worry about it, just eat and wait for death every day."

Eight of the ten mums in Xingang have said this.Shu Zhao is already used to it, and he explained in a polite manner:

"Our DJ can't get to work, and we can't get in touch with customers. How can we have a chance to book a room? I..."

"Come on," A Hua interrupted him impatiently, crossed her legs and said, "You don't have to talk about this kind of nonsense every day. It's not easy for you? It's easy for us? Who should I tell it to?"

Shu Zhao was too lazy to bother with him, and wanted to mention the makeup artist to the chairman, but the chairman directly refused:

"The makeup artist has already been found, so don't worry about it. Your DJ department has the lowest room rate in our venue. You have to work hard and supervise."

Shu Zhao said a bunch of good things again, and exited from the office. Just as the door was closing, she heard A Hua say inside: "Damn gay, bitch!"

Shu Zhao smiled, closed the door and continued to do what she should do.

Shu Zhaoniang?He is definitely not a mother, at most he is different from ordinary men.He used to be a model for a month, so his walking posture is different from that of ordinary people. He steps forward and falls lightly, always stepping on a straight line. He looks a little wobbly and careless, but his shoulders are quite broad. His back is straight, his face is resolute and he doesn't look sideways. He is the one who walks with the wind.

But because of his pair of peach blossom eyes and the corners of his mouth raised to the sky, he is a bit feminine.

Calling him a sissy is either not appreciative or jealous.

The next day Shu Zhao got up in the afternoon, he finished packing himself, went to the noodle shop downstairs of the company, and ordered a bowl of noodles, but because he drank too much the night before, the noodles were not touched at all except for the soup. Chopsticks.

"Brother," Xu Bobo's rough voice came from the door, and Shu Zhao had already sat across from her before she turned around, "Why are you feeding the cat so little? Eat a few more bites," she knocked on the table with a pair of chopsticks. Holding Shu Zhao's bowl: "Quick."

Shu Zhao shook his head weakly, "I really can't eat, why are you here so early? Is there a meeting today?"

"It's over," Xu Bobo yawned, "I have a meeting every day, it's useless! Have you heard that a makeup artist is coming today. It is said that the background is so strong that you don't even need to pay the venue fee."

"So awesome?" Shu Zhao was very interested at first, but thinking that the makeup artist didn't conflict with him, it didn't matter, "What does it have to do with us, I just hope that she has better skills and can make girls more beautiful .”

The two of them were not in a hurry to go upstairs after eating, and stood at the entrance of the lobby on the first floor with cigarettes in their mouths to chat.

It is estimated that the typhoon is coming, and the sunset of this day is particularly bright red. Looking from a distance, the Zhongshan Bridge is stained with a blush, and the passing traffic and passers-by seem to be walking in the red mist. At this moment, a roar of locomotives comes from It came slowly from a distance, and with the roaring sound from far to near, a white locomotive drove into the bridge.

Shu Zhao has good eyesight and can see that the person riding the motorcycle is wearing a red helmet. His helmet and the motorcycle are sharp and clean in the bright red light of the setting sun. The evening wind, as if the wind on the whole bridge was torn up by him, his upper body was like a slope supported on the locomotive, and the white short sleeves on his body wrapped in the gradually clear and tall body in Shu Zhao's eyes, swaying in the wind.

After getting off the bridge, the front of the locomotive turned suddenly, and it came to this side at a slow speed, and stopped a few meters away from Shu Zhao.

"What's wrong with this buddy?" Xu Bobo stared at him.

"Bros."

"What?" Xu Bing asked.

Shu Zhao also stared at the man and said, "Brother, add a different sound after you, you say buddy, it sounds strange to me."

Xu Bobo curled his lips disapprovingly, but saw the man get off the motorcycle and take off his helmet. Xu Bobo's eyes lit up immediately, and he lowered his voice and said excitedly: "Hey, hey, it's incredible, this quality! It's so handsome!"

He is quite handsome, with black and shiny hair, which shows that this person is in good health and capable; he has broad shoulders and long legs, a good figure, and can work hard.

But how about high quality?Shu Zhao knew at a glance that this was a straight man, but he couldn't be seen from a distance.

The man put the helmet on the handlebar and lifted a black box from the back seat.

Xu Bobo said: "Handsome guy, the car is not bad!"

The man looked up and smiled at them, showing a row of cute little white teeth, then looked at them with his eyes full of red afterglow and asked:

"Excuse me, is Xingang City here?"

"Yes, yes," Xu Bobo said quickly, "We are from Xingang, are you here to find someone?"

He carried the suitcase up the steps and stood beside Shu Zhao. He was half a head taller than Shu Zhao, and even taller than Xu Yubo.Standing in front of them, he didn't feel condescending at all. His thick eyebrows were thick and black, but his eyes were delicate and clear, which turned the roughness between the brows into a handsome one. It looks like a sunny and good young man.

The good young man asked: "Then how do I get to the chairman's office?"

Xu Bobo hurriedly said again: "Let him take you there, Xiaozhao, don't you want to go to the toilet?" She squeezed her eyes several times, until Shu Zhao wanted to smile, "Quick, take the handsome guy there along the way. "

Shu Zhao threw away the cigarette butt and crushed it with his foot, and tilted his head to the good young man: "Go, I'll take you there."

The elevator in Xingang is really slow, the speed of the two-story building has caught up with the ten-story floor of others, and the elevator is surrounded by amber reflective glass.The good young man looked left and right from time to time curiously, and Shu Zhao lowered his eyes behind him.He looked at the pair of calves of this good young man.People are wearing khaki cropped pants, don't look white.

These calves are good, the muscles are not bulging like other men, they are tightly wrapped around the straight leg bones, but the shape of the muscles can be seen.The good young man's arms are also very strong, and his skin has a wheat-colored luster.

It should be regular exercise, according to Shu Zhao's analysis.

After exiting the elevator hall, the light was still dim, only the wall lamps in the corridor were sporadically shining two dim lights, Shu Zhao walked in front, and when he turned a corner, he saw the old glutton walking towards them.The old glutton stared at the good young man in a very happy way, looking straight at him.The good young man smiled and nodded at him modestly, but the old glutton did not let him go,

"Minister Shu, your boyfriend?"

Shu Zhao replied while walking: "Yes, I'm getting married soon, let's get a red envelope, I want [-] as a gift money, and if I lose a penny, I will let you, an old immortal, come and go."

Ordinarily, people should explain something when they joked about the stranger they met for the first time, but Shu Zhao didn't say a word, and walked ahead with his head held high as usual.

Shu Zhao's hair will reach the shoulders. When he wears a suit and shirt at work, he sticks his hair upright behind his head and makes a small bun. He doesn't let a single strand of his hair fall down. It is fully rendered and extremely three-dimensional.

Before he got to work today, his hair was loosely tied into a small tail, and the hair that fell was hanging down smoothly, with one strand sticking to his fair neck, looking like a lazy beauty.

The good young man looked at this feminine and handsome man, and saw that his walking posture was also special, unrestrained and unrestrained, like walking on a catwalk on a catwalk.

The good young man couldn't guess Shu Zhao's identity, so he arrived at the office door without knowing it.Shu Zhao knocked on the door, and waited for "Please come in" from inside before pushing the door and bringing the person in. Before he could speak, the chairman immediately came out from behind the boss's stage, warmly like a big man who could not be received, and walked up He stretched out his hands and took the good young man's hand,

"A Nong, A Nong, you've grown up so much in the blink of an eye, haven't we seen each other for more than ten years? Your mother said you were studying in college in Outer Mongolia, when did you come back?"

Mo Nong still had the modest smile of a good young man, "It's been many years since I came back, and I was in Quzhou a few years ago, so I didn't come to see you."

Shu Zhao felt that she was redundant here, so she quietly withdrew.

Anon?What thick?Zhang Nong Li Nong He Nong?No name sounds strange, Shu Zhao entered the office and began to change clothes.

Ah Nong, he looks good to him, but he is not interested in breaking up straight men.Breaking up a straight man, one is that this work is too hard and bitter; the other is that straight men can obviously get married and have children to live a normal life, and you make people gay because of a momentary liking or so-called "love". It's so insincere.

The matter of breaking the bend is full of criticism anyway.But he didn't expect that some people's resistance is too weak, and when faced with temptation, they don't need to break it, they will be hooked.

When Shu Zhao was going to comb her hair, she found that the hairspray was gone. She wanted to go to the dressing room to dab some, but when she walked to the door of the dressing room, she suddenly found a pile of garbage. The good young man named Ah Nong was carefully wiping the dusty mirror .

"Eh, you?" Shu Zhao was a little confused.

Mo Nong stopped and smiled at him: "I'm a new makeup artist, Mo Nong, you can call me A Nong. Are you?"

Shu Zhao was even more puzzled, but still stretched out his hand: "My name is Shu Zhao, the head of the DJ department, call me Xiaozhao...ah, no." Shu Zhao felt that he should be about the same age as him, "Call me Azhao, The photo is called by their old man and old lady."

Monon smiled happily, "I'm 28, older than you, right?"

"I'm 23."

"Then I'll call you Xiaozhao, hello, Xiaozhao." Mo Nong held out his hand again solemnly.

Shu Zhao had no choice but to cooperate, but he thought that this Mo Nong looked like a college student, people nowadays really can't tell their age.

Interrupted by Mo Nongyi, Shu Zhao completely forgot about combing her hair, and only remembered it when she walked downstairs, so she had to go back again.

"Do you have any hairspray here? I need to comb my hair."

Mo Nong was putting his makeup utensils on the table, when he heard this, he pulled out his chair and said to him: "What hairstyle do you want to comb? I will comb it for you. This is my first business. You are also my first As a guest, you are guaranteed to be satisfied.”

He said so, and Shu Zhao was too embarrassed to refuse. He sat down on the lift and swivel chair with one leg missing. He hurriedly pulled him so that he didn't fall on all fours.

"This broken chair!" Shu Zhao complained after adjusting her sitting position.

Mo Nong picked up a pointed-tailed comb, and said, "Let them change it tomorrow."

Hey, sure enough, the background is not small, the tone is so tough!

"What hairstyle do you want?" Mo Nong looked at the person in the mirror and asked, while asking, he had already untied Shu Zhao's black rubber band, held his hair with one hand, and combed it carefully with the comb in the other.

"Just tie it all up, the brighter the better, the kind that even flies can't stand."

Mo Nong showed his small white teeth again. He was extremely serious in his work. He combed Shu Zhao's hair and held it in his hands. The strength was just right, moderate and appropriate, and his hands rubbed against his ears from time to time.

Shu Zhao is the kind of person who hasn’t been to a barber shop for 800 years. He has his hair combed for the first time, and he finds it quite enjoyable. Goosebumps appeared on the scalp, the pores all over the body were open, the legs were soft, and there were signs of erection on the lower body.

The culprit was still feeling nothing, and said, "Your hair is really good and smooth."

Shu Zhao took a breath: "It's okay, that's it."

Mo Nong threw away the comb, stroked the top of his head with his palm, and then pressed his hair tightly against the back of his neck, and put a rubber band on it.

"Is it okay?" Mo Nong asked.

Shu Zhao turned her head back and forth to look in the mirror, with a forced expression on her face, "This is a bun, like a Japanese one, it looks like a brush."

Mo Nong changed it according to his description, but Shu Zhao's hair was half long and not short, and there were a few hairs that could be damaged. He couldn't tie it well, so Shu Zhao raised his hand, "I'll do it."

Instead, he let him tie it up by himself. Shu Zhao stood up and took out the money, "How much?"

Mo Nong felt that he did not serve well, and he was embarrassed, "Forget it."

Shu Zhao had already opened the wallet, and said to him again: "Aren't you the first business, you have to take money, you have to get a good fortune, how much?"

Mo Nong didn't evade any further excuses, "Ten yuan."

Shu Zhao gave him ten yuan, thanked him and walked out of the dressing room.The scalp seemed to still have the numb and itchy feeling when Mo Nong combed his hair just now, and he thought that it would make his hair hard even after combing, so he had to reward himself quickly at night.

I also thought that the good young man's hair combing skills are so-so, and he can't do such a simple hairstyle well, so how can his makeup skills be good?

Besides, he is a tall and burly young man, won't he poke people's eyes blind if he puts on makeup?

He was thinking wildly around Mo Nong on this side, and Mo Nong's thoughts on the other side never left him.

Mo Nong doesn't know what he does as the DJ head. Seeing that he is good-looking, well-dressed, and combed his hair so meticulously in life, he has never seen it before. He looks like a butterfly, or that A coquettish swallowtail that exudes a faint light.