The deafening roar suddenly stopped. Chen Lei was stunned for a second, and suddenly there was no sound, like a cabbage missing from the kitchen.
It seems that that call was made by him
He put his thumb on his lips and coughed twice, trying to cover up his embarrassment: "Forget it today, it won't be the same next time! Go backstage to put makeup on the bride."
Meng Xinran is the makeup artist of a wedding planning company
Five years ago, when she first arrived in City A, she first worked in a small restaurant for a period of time, which was very dirty and hard. Later, she accidentally came into contact with the cosmetics industry. Out of interest and future considerations, she decided to work hard.
three months salary study
With day and night practice and his own super talent, he finally mastered a craft, stood out among hundreds of interviewers, and got a position in the "front line"
It is precisely because of this that she is even more grateful to God
In the spacious corridor, the first thing you see is a bright red carpet, which is as soft as cotton candy and makes no sound at all when you step on it with high heels.
Behind him, a sound of laughter came from behind, clearly drilling into the eardrum.
Meng Xinran pulled Xiao Mo close to the wall and got out of the way
There was a large group of people, all in neat suits, high-spirited, holding cigarettes in their mouths, taking a few puffs while talking. Under the smoke, her eyes faintly caught a glimpse of the man standing in the middle.
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My heart suddenly jumped
Ling Ye......
Is it him?! How could it be such a coincidence?
That profile face with cold and hard lines, as cold and cruel as a knife carving...
Just like five years ago, it has become a nightmare that she will never forget in this life.
He stood in the most eye-catching position, surrounded by stars like a moon, with his hands casually in his pockets, his face stern, and he never said a word.
Those dark green eyes, which were filled with fine gems, had a faint luster. However, his temperament was so cold that even his eyes were so cold that his legs became weak from the cold.
Meng Xinran felt that even her breathing was cold at this moment.
Her slender and white arms pressed firmly on Xiao Mo's shoulders, biting her lips
The sudden pressure made five-year-old Xiao Mo frown slightly. He lowered his eyes and looked at his mother's white knuckles with a confused expression.
What is it that makes mommy so nervous?
He raised his head and followed Meng Xinran's gaze.
Is it that uncle?!
The uncle on TV who has the same color eyes as me and is as handsome as a god!
The young Meng Xiaomo was shocked, her mouth opened wide, and for a moment, she couldn't find her own voice.
"uncle……"
However, the next moment, a cold gaze swept over, like the hardest iceberg in winter, showing a chill.
At the same time, Meng Xinran's soft palm came towards Xiao Mo's eyes.
Ling Ye raised his eyebrows lightly, and his calm gaze fell on the back of the woman's hand that turned white due to nervousness on the wall, and further down, there was the child's slightly pointed chin.
Three full seconds...
Meng Xinran lowered his head, sweating from shock, and pressed his back tightly against the wall, leaving no gaps. It was not until the group of people walked away that he relaxed. His whole body was so limp that he almost fell to the ground, and he spread his palms.