When Manager Wang heard what Emperor Ye said, and then saw Huang Fan standing behind Emperor Ye, his expression immediately changed, and his heart skipped a beat.
Looking at it like this, Huang Fan still depends on Mr. Ye's expression. The latter's background is far deeper than he expected.
He hurriedly forced out a smile that he thought was in place.
"Mr. Ye, please, Miss Dongfang is resting in the VIP room. She said that Mr. Ye is here, you can go directly."
"Lead the way." After waving his hand, Ye Huang took the hand of the little girl Huang Shasha and continued walking forward.
Manager Wang is not a person who is ignorant of tricks. Seeing Ye Huang's expressionless face, he knew that the other party still remembered the last time he asked Dongfang Youruo to accompany him for a drink. He complained repeatedly in his heart and did not dare to say anything else. He hurriedly
Turn around and lead the way.
Huang Fan was purely brought here by his daughter today, but after seeing the scene in front of him, he also made a plan in his mind. He turned around and said a few words to Secretary Gao, putting aside all the things he had done in the evening and preparing to concentrate on
I watched a concert with my daughter and chatted with Ye Huang.
After experiencing this series of events this year, Huang Fan has become much smarter than before, and his political thinking has gradually become clearer.
A Liu Xian almost made him unable to sit firmly in the position of Municipal Party Committee Secretary, but after a few words from Emperor Ye in front of him, only two months later, the latter was imprisoned. What is contained in this, Huang
Fan knew it very well.
The Ye family is not in the political circle, but their influence is not weak at all.
Regarding Liu Xian's matter, the Yanjing Wang family tried to protect it, but failed in the end. This is a reflection of the strength of the big family.
The room where Dongfang Youruo rested was originally an office used by the Chongqing Football Team to entertain distinguished guests. It was decorated very luxuriously and was approximately one to two hundred square meters.
When Ye Huang entered with the girls, the makeup artist was applying make-up to Dongfang Youruo before the concert.
Seeing Emperor Ye come in, Dongfang Youruo stopped putting on makeup, stood up, and looked at Emperor Ye and the sisters behind him with a look of joy.
"You are here."
"Didn't I ask Yue'er and the others to tell you to come over later? Why didn't you listen?"
As he spoke, Ye Huang walked up and knocked Dongfang Youruo on the forehead, with a look of complaint on his face.
"I was afraid that things would be too busy, so I came here first. It's nothing."
Dongfang Youruo explained with a blushing face and stretched out his tongue.
"As long as the organizer is busy, you just have to sing your song well. You don't need to interfere with other things."
"Not anymore."
With a hint of sweetness in his heart, Dongfang Youruosheng accepted Ye Huang's extremely domineering words.
"I'm afraid that if I agree with my lips, I'll follow my own routine in private. Just sing. Why do you need to dress up like this? You already have a country and a beautiful city. Don't you think it's too vulgar to wear these?"
Seeing that there was a defective crystal on Dongfang Youruo's pink neck that was obviously fake and real, Ye Huang frowned and reached out to take it off.
After doing this, Ye Huang immediately reached out and took off the messy things on Dongfang Youruo's head that had been inserted by the makeup artist.
"Elaboration is too pretentious. Beauty is more beautiful when you are naked and unadorned. Makeup artist, tonight's performance is all about simple style."
While taking away the messy things on Dongfang Youruo's body, Ye Huang gave instructions with a cold face and no doubts.
"Mr. Ye, these are the popular fashions this year. Wouldn't it be wrong to change them to simplicity?"
Seeing Ye Huang messing up all the hard work she had spent almost two hours taking care of, the makeup artist's face didn't look very good, but she didn't dare to have an attack and tried to explain calmly.
"What is fashion?"
Ye Huang turned around and looked at the young girl known as Asia's top makeup artist and asked.
"I can't answer that, sir."
When asked by Emperor Ye, the young girl was speechless for a moment. What is fashion is indeed easy to define in terms of definition, but the ever-changing reality of society makes it difficult to define it specifically.
Especially the word popular changes all the time. Even though she is known as Asia's number one makeup artist, she doesn't dare to say it nonsense.
"Then let me give you an answer. Whatever You Ruo wears is fashionable. Do you have any objections?"
The young makeup artist was stunned for a moment when he heard what Ye Huang said, and then suddenly realized.
"Mr. Ye, you are right."
"Understood?"
"Understood!"
The latter nodded heavily.
Whatever I wear is fashionable!
It was a very domineering sentence, but it was not too much for Dongfang Youruo.
As an Asian diva, whatever Dongfang Youruo wears will lead the trend of the times.
Be confident and calm in yourself. What you wear represents the current trend. This is exactly what Ye Huang wants to tell the makeup artist.
Little stars chase after the clothes of big stars, big stars chase after emperors and queens, but real emperors and queens will not chase anyone.
Because they know in their hearts that what they wear is the trend.
"Just follow his wishes. Just bring over some of the clothes I usually wear, and dress simply in the evening."
Knowing that what Ye Huang said would never be changed easily, Dongfang Youruo understood that if he disagreed with Ye Huang's statement tonight, it was very likely that he would dare to risk the world's disapproval and drag himself out of the concert, giving away 100,000 yuan.
Human dove.
"Okay, Miss Dongfang."
Nodding, the makeup artist said nothing more and took a few assistants to prepare the clothes Dongfang Youruo would wear at night.
"You interfered with my concert as soon as you came here. You are really overbearing."
Giving Ye Huang a blank look, Dongfang Youruo's tone contained a hint of resentment, but it sounded conniving.
"Who asked them to do this in vain? Oh, by the way, let me introduce to you. This is Uncle Huang Fan, Secretary of the Chongqing City Party Committee. These two are my aunt and sister Shasha. Sister Shasha is your biggest fan. You have to give me some help.
She signed it."
"Shasha, your sister Youruo is here, just say what you want to say."
With that said, Ye Huang motioned to Huang Shasha, who was standing behind him a little timidly, and smiled.
After Ye Huang said this, Huang Shasha slowly walked forward and looked at this big sister whom she had only seen on TV before with a pair of smart eyes with a little nervousness.
"Hello, sister Youruo, my name is Shasha and I am your fan. Can you sign your autograph for me?"
As she spoke, the little girl squeezed the notebook and Dongfang Youruo's photo in her hand, her eyes full of hope.
"Of course, bring it."
With a smile in his eyes, Dongfang Youruo stretched out his hand generously and said.
Here, Huang Shasha smiled like a flower when she heard that the celebrity sister was so happy.
"Thank you, sister Youruo."
With that said, he handed the signed photo and notebook in his hand to Dongfang Youruo.
