Qin Wanwan looked through her bag but still couldn't find the mask. Seeing Gu Chi's phone light up again, she stamped her feet and ran out with her bag.
Gu Chi sat in the car not far from the exit. After making the phone call, he immediately poured the soup he brought into a small cup and put it away.
He was just worried that her stomachache would affect her condition again, so he specially made hot soup and delivered it to her in the afternoon.
Soon, Qin Wanwan rushed out. When she saw his car, the little girl immediately rushed over and sat in the back seat.
"Quick, Gu Chi, drive quickly!"
"What's wrong?" Gu Chi looked at her anxious face.
"My mask is gone!" The little girl frowned, "There are still more than twenty minutes, please take me to buy a new one."
Gu Chi took a breath and said, "Go now, where is the rush?"
The little girl was so anxious that she almost cried, "I obviously remembered to bring it, but I can't find it. Gu Chi, what should I do..."
This time, I don’t know how many reporters came, and the game was broadcast live.
Many people recognize her face, and when she goes on stage without a mask, she instantly looks like a gangster. What else is there to compare with!
"Don't worry, I have a solution!" Gu Chi brought the small soup bowl over, "You drink the soup, I will take care of this matter."
Qin Wanwan frowned and looked at him, "You?!"
"Looking down on me?!" Gu Chi reached out and patted her face comfortingly, "I promise, it will take up to twenty minutes."
Looking at his calm look, Qin Wanwan only looked suspicious, but Gu Chi had already reached out, took out a cardboard box from the storage box, and opened it carefully.
Stuffing the contents into his pocket, he unfolded the carton, looked at her face, took out a pen, and quickly drew on the carton.
Qin Wanwan walked over curiously and saw him draw the shape of a mask on the paper in just a few clicks.
"You...you want to use this to give me a mask?"
"Don't worry, it's definitely better than the mask you bought. Don't forget, I'm a professional designer." Gu Chi opened the tool box, took out the scissors inside, raised his face and looked at the little girl, "Have some soup."
Qin Wanwan's heart gradually calmed down, and she watched his movements while drinking soup.
Soon, Gu Chi cut the cardboard box into the shape of a mask. He looked around and saw nothing useful, so he simply pulled off his tie.
Cut some small holes in the mask, Gu Chi carefully cut the golden tie into thin strips and put it through, carefully arranged it, and took out a signature pen to carefully paint the other exposed areas black.
In his hands, the cardboard on a packaging box quickly turned into something magical.
Finally, split the ribbon on the gift box into two and tie it to both ends of the mask.
Gu Chi brought the finished mask to her, "So, is it okay?"
The mask in his hand has a black background and is decorated with golden cloth ribbons. It is exquisite and unique.
"So beautiful!" Qin Wanwan took the paper mask from his hand with surprise on her face, "Gu Chi, you are just a timely gift!"
"Of course." Gu Chi raised his hands to support her little face, "Don't let this affect your emotions. Remember, I'm in the audience. If you have anything, I will help you solve it in time. You just need to
Just sing your song well."
"Yes!" Qin Wanwan smiled and nodded, raising her hand to finish the soup in the small bowl, "Then I'm going back?"
"Wait a minute!" Gu Chi took her arm, "Don't take this mask out again, put it on before you go on stage."
