After returning, Qin Kong went to see several training classes. Finally, he paid the tuition at a family in the city center and agreed to learn painting at 6pm every day and learn until 9pm.

In the next two days, no one came to the door. Qin Kong set up an easel in the store and practiced sketching.

He walked in alone, "Oh! You are moving fast enough!"

Qin Kong turned his head and said, "Teacher Chen!" He quickly turned the easel over, embarrassed to show it to him, the artist.

Chen Ying didn't go over to look at the store, and looked at the store, "It's not bad! I just said you are very beautiful. You should learn it very quickly."

"Thank you." Qin Kong felt a little embarrassed, "Why haven't you left yet?"

Chen Ying looked at him, "I went around other places, and..." Chen Ying touched her beard, "When the beard grows! Do you think it's okay?"

"Yes." Qin Kong nodded with a smile and took him to wash his hair.

After walking to the flower stand, Chen Ying lay down, "Comfortable! Your hair wash bed is good!"

As soon as Qin Kong's hand touched his scalp, Chen Ying whispered.

"What's wrong?" Qin Kong raised his hand.

"The scalp is numb." Chen Ying looked up at him, "By the way, you, the hairstylist, wash your hair personally?"

"Only by washing your hair can you better grasp a person's head shape, scalp and hair quality." Qin Kong rubbed his head, "Shaving your hair is also a process of caring for your scalp and hair."

Chen Ying stopped talking. She had enjoyed many high-end things in this world, but she had never enjoyed such a shampoo.

She relaxed from head to toe, and Chen Ying fell asleep in a while.

Half an hour later, Qin Kong rubbed his temples and woke him up.

Sit up slowly, Chen Ying sat at the end of the bed for a while, "Teacher Qin! Your hair washing technique is really amazing! I feel like I'm going to ascend!"

"Come here and fly." Qin Kong smiled and patted the barber chair.

Chen Ying walked out, sat on the chair, leaned back on the back of the chair, and sighed: "It's so comfortable!"

Qin Kong stepped on the feet of the chair and put the chair down. Chen Ying lay on his back and blinked, "What are you doing?"

"Make you more comfortable!" Qin Kong poured essential oil on his palm, rubbed it warmed up, and applied it to his face.

"Oh oh oh...Teacher Qin, did any customer call you mom when you rub your face?"

Qin Kong was speechless and continued to rub his face, "Why don't you call him dad?"

"Hahaha... Dad just scratched it with one ear, can he rub it so gently?"

Qin Kong was so amused that he was laughing and crying, "Close your eyes."

Chen Ying closed his eyes and stopped talking.

I have never enjoyed such a fairy service!

It really ascended!

Flirtatious...

It felt that the sharp blade shaved across the Adam's apple and face, but it was very gentle and not afraid at all. It seemed that a god was dancing a sword in front of him, not afraid of accidental injuries at all, but he couldn't help but be attracted by the fluent sword technique.

Like a dream...

A warm towel wiped off the stubble from his face, and Qin Kong stepped on the feet of the chair and held the back of his head to push him up.

Chen Ying looked back at the dream, opened her eyes and stared at the mirror in a daze.

The unshaven face became very clean and still had a beard, but the outline became particularly neat. The cheeks were slightly shallow, the chin was thicker, and the gradient became natural.

The facial features make it look more distinct, but it also has a soft feeling.

Full of manly flavor!

Chen Ying was still addicted to his face, and Qin Kong had already started cutting his hair.

Trimmed the layers and sideburns, and blow away the broken hair. When it was eighty-minute dry, Qin Kong put down the hair dryer. He sprayed some gel water on his hands, rubbed it, opened his fingers, and tied his slightly longer hair up behind his head.

"You give me a whole Taoist bun?"

"What Taoist priest bun? It's a bun!" Qin Kong pulled out the rear mirror and said, "Look at it for yourself!"

Chen Ying looked at the rear mirror and disappeared, "Damn it! It looks so good!" He turned his head again, looked left and right, and looked at every angle.

It was incredible! Chen Ying looked at her side, the green stubble, from shallow to deep. Her hair was grabbed with her hands, slightly bent and messy, with a hint of laziness.

All the messy hair accidentally grabbed a meatball behind the head. The meatball brightened the whole look and added the finishing touch, making it so sexy that it was beyond words!

"There is probably no man in this world who looks better than me with my hair!" Chen Ying looked at his side face and couldn't take his eyes away.

Qin Kong was so amused and laughed. He was so narcissistic!

"I never thought that the bun is so beautiful! When you start talking about the bun, I think it's the Taoist bun! How did you do it?"

Qin Kong opened his hair and was also unrestrained when he was loose. He was prodigal. When he held it up, he turned around and turned around.

Qin Kong taught him to pull it himself, "If you can't pull it well, just tie it with a headband."

Chen Ying is a person who pays great attention to image. He practiced several times in front of the mirror and finally learned how to put this bun on.

Sitting on the sofa very satisfied.

Qin Kong poured him a cup of coffee and then turned the easel in.

Chen Ying smiled, "What are you afraid of? I really didn't expect your haircutting skills to be so awesome! I thought you would be very good at applying makeup!"

I took a sip of coffee and said, "Do you want to be a partner?"

"Partner?" Qin Kong looked at him.

"Yeah." Chen Ying nodded with glory, "You can join my studio. You can also open your own studio and be my partner."

“Partner?”

"Well, if you are looking for me to take photos, I will assign you to make a styling."

Qin Kong looked at him and knew what this meant.

Chen Ying is a top photographer in the circle. When he sits there, brands and celebrities are asking for help. He is designated as a partner, which means: when Qin Kong sits there, brands and celebrities are here!

No need to take any effort.

All the resources and all the roads have been paved.

One step to the peak!

"You add me." Chen Ying looked at him, his eyes shining brightly, "You can control the entire fashion circle and guide the trend!"

Qin Kong was silent for a while, turned to look at the drawing board, "But I am still learning to draw."

"What does this matter?" Chen Ying smiled, "You are much more technically creative than those idiotic stylists! I suggest you learn art, but it's just a supplement to yourself, so you don't have to worry. You can learn it slowly."

Qin Kong touched his head embarrassedly, "I am just a junior hairstylist now."

Chen Ying was like something was stuffed in her mouth, and after a while, he spoke: "Are you teasing me?"

But according to the level of the divine theory, he is a junior barber! So Qin Kong wanted to know more about what kind of skills he had to be an intermediate barber, a senior barber, and a god-level barber!

If he is fascinated by the fame and fortune in front of him, he may lose himself.

After all, he is just a mortal. He has really entered the world of fame and fortune and is praised to be high above it, which is a limitation on his development.

After thinking for a while, Qin Kong said sincerely: "I think my technology needs to be tempered and my creativity needs to be broadened. In short, there is still a long way to go. I need to settle down and cannot cooperate with you now."

Chen Ying drank the cup of coffee in one gulp and put down the cup with a bang, "If I hadn't been with you for a few days, I suspect you were slandering me!"

He reached out and took out a thick envelope from his bag and handed it to him. Qin Kong took it in confusion. Photographer Chen was so rich? He gave cash directly? And so much?

When he opened the seal, a stack of photos fell out, all of which were from him and Liang Ange, from the forest, from the tea garden, from the Magnolia Garden. The two took photos together, and Liang Ange's single photos were thrown out, which would probably make fans cry.

Each photo is a snapshot, and each photo has a story. Qin Kong can almost recall the scene at that time.

"It's very good." Qin Kong looked through it one by one. Chen's photographer's level is amazing! Qin Kong, who doesn't like hanging photos on the wall, wants to find a photo frame to frame it.

"Give it to you."

Qin Kong then felt that he had a conspiracy, so he stopped his hand looking through the photos, looked up at him, "100,000 yuan per picture, I can't afford it."

"Send it to you."

Qin Kong looked at him and didn't believe that he was so kind.

"Caising for the hairdressing fee!"

Qin Kong immediately said: "You can't get the haircut!"
Chapter completed!