"What you did is clearer than what I did... WOW! You got this! The hand of Goddess is also very beautiful, slender and slender! "

"Look at this smile with a smile, this look, wow, it's beautiful. I'll paint this eye liner when I go back, and I'll see two hundred percent of my head back."

"Come on, you! The goddess of man is good. You can't paint her like that even if you paint it again! "

"Screw you! Don't hit me! I can't do it under YY! "

"Do you want to tweet?"

"It doesn't seem to work. I didn't take any make-up photos of this movie, and I didn't publicize it. It seems that it's very confidential."

"Ah! I'm so bored! It's hard to have good goods on hand and not be able to communicate with each other! "

"I think you want to make your microblog popular?"

"Hee hee, what's the matter? No way? It's really beyond my expectation to see Lin Yixia himself this time

"Yes, yes, she looks better than on TV. She has no wrinkles on her face. Her skin is so good! Think I have crow's feet when I smile. I envy you so much! The point is, I'm two years younger than the goddess. I'm dead! "

"Ha ha ha ha, this is really born, envy can not come, the goddess said she usually did not use what special expensive skin care products, cold water wash your face, mask is not enough."

"What's more, the goddess has no airs at all. When she sees me, she always smiles at me, which makes my heart warm."

"Before, I thought she was not worthy of Jiang Yingdi. Now I know that Jiang Yingdi likes Lin Yixia for a reason. I'm beautiful. I laugh more. I'm good at acting. I'm a woman. I can't help liking her. "

“……”

Wang Mou came in to find the makeup artist and happened to listen to most of these conversations. He frowned and said in a voice, "you guys, come here."

A few little girls are still bumping into me. I'm talking to you tacitly. Leng Buding doesn't respond to the voice of the great director Wang Mou. When he and Wang Mou's eyes are full of evil spirit, he is all dumbfounded!

Wang Mou is calling them?!

This moment, feel the world is dark, a few people to a look in the eyes, pale, trembling came together.

"Wang... Wang Dao." Several little girls bumped into each other, and finally came up with a leader who was a little older, a little nervous.

Wang Mou found a chair to sit down, frowned and asked: "did you take a picture?"

"Shoot, shoot, but we will never leak the photos, i... we will communicate in private..." a few aunts know that this can not be hidden, they have a very sharp eye to admit their mistakes. Seeing that Wang Mou's face seemed more gloomy, they hurriedly said, "director Wang, we are wrong. We dare not any more. We will delete the photo right away!"

"Wait, show me first." Wang Mou held out his hand, took one of the girls' mobile phones and began to browse the stills.

On the screen of the mobile phone, Lin Yixia, wearing a floral long sleeve shirt, stands in the golden paddy field and looks back with a smile. The smile goes straight to the bottom of his eyes. His expression is green and pure. The whole person is permeated with a sense of youth and upward beauty.

Because of the rice cutting, her sleeves are rolled up, and her thin white and flexible arms are eye-catching. In the freeze frame picture, Lin Yixia's right hand sticks to a sickle, and her arms are slightly raised. Normally speaking, the scythe is a kind of harvesting tool, which is made up of a curved blade and handle. Its shape is not good-looking, hard and fierce. It has nothing to do with beauty. However, it gives people a feeling of incomparable harmony when it is held in Lin Yixia's hand. It seems that the scythe has become a very beautiful prop because of the relationship between people who cling to it.