Chapter 1265

Shi Xiaoya looks at the sky in embarrassment.

Although the family behind her is not as good as the Han family, she also has many skillful elders and brothers, but she has never seen Han Zhuoling's momentum so frightening.

Eyes light to her body to see one eye, she is nervous atmosphere dare not breathe.

What a shame!

"Brother, what's the matter with your face?" Han Zhuoling pointed to his cheek, the same position as the wound on Han Zhuoling's face.

At the mention of this, Han Zhuoling's face is even darker.

He glanced at shixiaoya faintly. Shixiaoya immediately said, "I'll go out for a while. You can call me when you're finished talking."

Just as he took a step, Han Zhuoling said, "it was Xia Yixin who scratched it."

Shi Xiaoya

Can we wait for her to leave!

If you don't mind her listening, why did you just look at her?

She's embarrassed now. Do you want to avoid it?

"Xia Yixin went to see you?" Han Zhuo frowned.

"It's blocking me at the door of the company." Han Zhuoling said, "recently we have forced the Xia family too hard. Originally Xia Zhancheng promised to keep Xia Yixin, but now he seems to have changed his mind. The Xia family is now in difficulty. If Xia Yixin can't come to me, she will scratch me directly. "

"Nobody's stopping them. What are they doing to eat?" Han Zhuoli is not happy.

"I didn't even think of it." Han Zhuoling covered his cheek with the blood cut scratched by his fingernails. "I can't take part in the film festival with injuries."

This is the first major public occasion Han Zhuoling attended after returning.

I just want to take this opportunity to announce Han Zhuoling's return to China and take charge of the development of Korea.

Otherwise, Han Zhuoling has been in Europe for many years, and I'm afraid he will soon forget his name in China.

"Where is the makeup artist?" Han Zhuoling asked.

“……” Han Zhuoli looked in the direction of shixiaoya, "this is shixiaoya."

Han Zhuoling turns to see Shi Xiaoya, who is still facing the door. His heart says that if he had such a stupid employee in his hand, he would have opened it.

"Where shall I sit?" Han Zhuoling asked.

Manya pointed to the seat and asked where she would like to sit just now

Han Zhuoling pulled his lips and sat down, "just fill the wound for me. Don't move in other places."

Han Zhuoling always feels that a big man is a foundation and an eyebrow too.

Shi Xiaoya looked at it for a while and said, "you'd better fill up other places around, or there will be two colors."

Han Zhuoling helpless way: "that you see to do."

fortunately, the wound of Xia Yi Xin's scratch is not deep, or poetry Xiaoya dared not give Han Zhuoling a foundation.

What Xia Yixin scratched was that the print was a little red and slightly bloody.

Shi Xiaoya bowed her head and inevitably approached Han Zhuoling's face.

Close up, his serious features make people more nervous.

You can see the cyan mark left by Hu dregs on your chin. The rest of your skin is very thin.

There was a faint smell of aftershave around his lips.

Shi Xiaoya's ears are a little hot. She gathers her mood and concentrates on covering Han Zhuoling's wound. Her fingertips touch his skin from time to time to make dizzy dyeing.

Han Zhuoling's face didn't move. He just took a look at Shi Xiaoya's position with Yu Guang.

Because she was so close, her fragrance was very clear.

And her breath, also shallow brush in his cheek.