Chapter 1460

The next morning, Zeng Mingyue was awakened by Fu Jiabei.

They made so late last night that Zeng Mingyue felt that his eyelids were heavy and couldn't open his eyes.

"Get up, good."

"Well, sleep a little longer, just a little longer." Zeng Mingyue pushed the man disturbing people's dreams, turned over and buried his face in the pillow.

The thin quilt on her body slipped off, revealing a snow-white back, and some ambiguous traces were all over the girl's round shoulder from the snow back.

Fu Jiabei's eyes darkened, pulled down the quilt to cover her, smiled and rubbed Zeng Mingyue's hair.

"I'll try the dress later and make up my sleep in the afternoon, huh?"

When Zeng Mingyue heard him try on the dress, he suddenly remembered.

Yes, today he said he would send her and Jiabao to try on the dress. Maybe Su MI and Jiabao are already waiting for them.

Zeng Mingyue immediately sat up, "wash your face, you have to go out quickly! What time is it..."

She tried to cheer up, opened her eyes, looked at the wall clock, and suddenly the whole person was not well.

"Ah, it's more than eight o'clock! Why didn't you call me earlier!"

As she spoke, she quickly put on her clothes and ran into the bathroom. Fu Jiabei looked at her hurried figure and smiled.

"Take your time. I just told Jiabao that we are stuck in traffic for an hour or two."

Fu Jiabei felt guilty. He didn't know what was going on last night. Finally, he got out of control.

He raised his voice slightly and said, who knows, as soon as the sound fell, he heard Zeng Mingyue's scream in the bathroom.

Fu Jiabei was startled and hurried to the bathroom. When he opened the door, he saw Zeng Mingyue supporting the bathroom and collapsing in front of the mirror.

"I'm not going to try on the dress. You tell Garbo I'm sick. I don't want to go!"

Fu Jiabei walked over and hugged Zeng Mingyue from behind. "What's the matter?"

"Woo woo, look at my eyes, my face and neck. How can I go? I won't go."

Zeng Mingyue was about to cry. He didn't let him make trouble last night, but the male god didn't know which tendon was wrong. He was unprecedentedly uncontrollable.

Now because of lack of sleep, her eyes are bloodshot and her eyelids are swollen, just like the European style double eyelids she just cut.

And this face is obviously swollen. It's a circle bigger than usual. That's OK. There are several red marks on her neck. How can she try on the dress like this!

It's embarrassing.

"Very good. Come on, I'll clean it up for you."

Fu Jiabei bowed her head and smiled lightly, holding Zeng Ming Yue to let her sit on the washstand, and took the foundation beside him, and squeezed some in his palm.

"Look up." he raised his eyes slightly and ordered Zeng Mingyue.

He looked like he was going to make up for himself. Zeng Mingyue was surprised. She looked at Fu Jiabei in surprise and didn't care to be angry.

"Can you still make up?"

No!

Gao Leng male god, can you make up a woman?

She must have opened her eyes in the wrong way this morning. She hasn't woken up yet.

"What's the difficulty? Look up."

Fu Jiabei raised his eyebrows, and then slightly forced Zeng Mingyue's chin. Then he took a powder puff and began to beat drums on Zeng Mingyue's neck.

Zeng Mingyue was full of doubts about his technology and pushed him unconsciously.

"Forget it, get out of the way. I'd better do it myself. Don't think that women's powdering is just to apply it on their skin. In fact, it's hard to apply the bottom makeup. I can't even do it!"

Zeng Mingyue only felt that Fu Jiabei was patting and rubbing on his neck. He must be fooling around.

I'll paint her a white and black neck in a moment.

Who knows, at this time, Fu Jiabei pinched her waist and held her down, "have a look."

Zeng Mingyue looked in the mirror, but the whole person was stunned.

I saw only a trace of snow on my neck, and there was no trace on the foundation. Even the place where I had been hone had been carefully covered up. I could not find it without careful stare.

Zeng Mingyue looked back at Fu Jiabei in disbelief, "Why are you... So powerful!"

What kind of treasure man is this!

How can you even make up better than yourself? Zeng Mingyue thought he really found a treasure.

But it's not right. Male god is obviously skilled. He must have practiced before.

"You say! Have you ever put on white moonlight makeup for some girl before?"

Otherwise, how could this technology be so skilled!

Looking at Zeng Mingyue's fierce and jealous appearance, Fu Jiabei pinched her face in a good mood.

"Where do I put on makeup for others? I watched the makeup artist put on makeup for my mother since I was a child. I've been influenced by it. I've seen it all."

There are too many occasions where Su Mi needs to make up. Jiabei has followed her mother to the crew since childhood. The steps of girls' make-up, which one to apply first and which one to apply later, and how to apply no floating powder. Although he hasn't started, he knows it clearly.

Who makes him have a good memory? He can remember almost after reading it. In fact, it's not very difficult to think about the steps and actions of the makeup artist. He can do it like this.

"Ah, you won't give others a living."

Looking at it casually, even the job of someone else's makeup artist can be robbed. Sure enough, people who are too smart will not be mediocre anywhere.

It's so jealous.

Fu Jiabei raised her eyebrows, took Zeng Mingyue out of the bathroom and sat her in front of the dresser.

"Close your eyes."

Ceng Mingyue listened and closed his eyes, and waited more than 10 minutes later to open her eyes. Then he looked at the mirror. Fu Jiabei painted her a nude make-up. The whole person looked much more spiritual. The eyelids had cooled the eye shadow and had not seen the swelling.

Fu Jiabei held Zeng Mingyue's face. "How? Can you make a confession?"

Early in the morning, he enjoyed the intimate service of the male god. Zeng Mingyue felt magical and satisfied. He didn't care about his entanglement last night.

She raised her eyebrows and smiled, stood up, turned back and gave the male god a kiss.

"Reward your tip."

Fu Jiabei was satisfied with such a skimming kiss, grabbed Zeng Mingyue's waist, turned slightly and pressed her on the French window.

When a couple came out from home, it was inevitable that they were half an hour late. Fortunately, they missed the morning peak and got to Fu's old house without traffic jam.

Fu Jiabei led Zeng Mingyue into the house. Jiabao was sitting on the sofa in the living room eating fruit.

When they came in, Jiabao smiled and joked, "my brother and sister-in-law told me to wait. I'm afraid I stole the chicken last night."

Zeng Mingyue immediately blushed and pulled off Fu Jiabei.

Fu Jiabei stared at Jiabao, and Jiabao laughed and stuck out his tongue.

Fu Jiabei was still busy with many things and did not send them to the modeling room. Instead, the driver of the Fu family sent Jiabao and Zeng Mingyue.