Chapter 426

Mei Yuqiu was more and more proud of her words, because just as she was speaking these words, she obviously saw Yu se pause her steps and her body slightly swayed.

mistress just went for a while, and continued to move forward. "Mrs. Mei, I am still concerned about how to eliminate the smell of your body odor. Perfume is not only used to suppress, but on the contrary, it will only be more serious. When Mr. Mei is looking for a third to replace you, it will be minute."

"You..." Hearing this, Xiang Qin's face was gray, and she wanted to rush up and say something about the theory of color metaphor. But when she received the eyes of other people in the lobby, she felt that the smell on her body seemed to be really heavy. Then, she left Chen Hao's studio in a hurry.

"Metaphor, just that woman is really a fox odor?" Yang Anan asked suspiciously that she only smelt perfume and strong perfume.

"Well, it's very serious. It's more than 20 years old."

"no, no wonder she comes to me every time to sculpt. The perfume on her body is so heavy, but I still feel a strange smell on her body." When Chen Hao heard this, he began to gossip.

"Chen Hao, don't tell me that she never asked your stylist to clean her armpit hair."

"You're really right. Many women have the habit of cleaning their armpits, but she really There is no such thing

"Chen Hao, teach me to make up, teach me to make up that suits me." Yu se sits on the modeling chair and doesn't want to mention Mrs. may any more, because her mind is in a mess at the moment, all of which are the words that Mrs. may has just provoked her.

This evening, Luo Wanyi will hold a banquet at the Banshan villa and invite Mei's family to discuss the engagement of Mo Jingyao and Mei Yuqiu.

She didn't want to pay attention to everything Mei Yuqiu said, but those words were like a root. They went deeper and deeper into her heart, still with a sharp, burning pain.

Chen Hao looked at his pretty face and couldn't help saying, "any make-up is suitable for you. Heavy make-up and light make-up are suitable."

On one side, Yang an said with a smile: "you should say that as long as it is your makeup, it is suitable for Miss Yu."

Chen Hao noticed that Yang An'an, who came along with the metaphor, said, "do you want to do modeling, too?"

"Now that I'm here, I'll do it once, but obviously I'm in line, aren't I?"

"I'm sorry, there's no place in the queue today, or you won't ask Mrs. may to leave just now. Why don't you..." Chen Hao said, looking at the man on the side, "this is my apprentice Li Ziyu. How about letting my apprentice do for you? I assure you that his craftsmanship is not inferior to mine, but his fame has not spread out. "

"Let me agree, but don't..." As a result, Yang an just said this, she received a cool sight, cool her whole body a exciting lattice, and then involuntarily changed her mouth, "OK, anyway, I'm just happy to have fun, but always give me a discount."

"10% off." The man, who had been silent all the time, suddenly opened his mouth.

"Well, that's no discount." Yang an glanced at him, and then, the feeling of being cold again in summer, "when I didn't say, you start."

Therefore, the two modeling chairs, metaphor and Yang An'an, were all busy.

The first two modeling times of metaphor are spent in sleeping.

But this time, she opened her eyes and quietly observed Chen Hao's every move, remembering every step of his make-up for her.

After buying cosmetics in this way, you can make up as much as you want at home.

Otherwise, she can't always come to Chen Hao to make up.

It's not just a waste of money, it's a waste of time.

She is not Mrs. may and sumuxi, who is not a leisure class.

Yang An'an is to give himself to the iceberg man behind him, so he doesn't care about anything.

"Yu se, don't believe that woman's words. I guess she just wants to block your heart, just to make you unhappy."

Yu se still looks at himself and Chen Hao in the mirror, as if he didn't hear, and did not make any response.

"Mo Jingyao is not that kind of person. People don't know him. Don't you know him?"

"Although I have only seen him a few times, I can deeply feel that you are the only woman in his eyes."

"I'm not a woman." Don't want to, Yang an an finish a sentence, metaphor color cold not Ding return such a sentence.

Two men in the studio and Yang An'an shake their bodies at the same time. Then, they all look at the metaphor.

Then, Yang An'an understood the meaning of metaphor.

One is that she is still young, and her body has not been opened up. Her figure is at best a girl, not a mature girl.

Second, she and Mo Jingyao have always kept the final bottom line, which means that she has never been a woman of Mo Jingyao.

So, metaphor is a girl.

Yang An'an did not dare to speak.And the stylist behind her is a man who is absolutely cold and has few words.

As for Chen Hao, he usually deals with women from the upper class. He has never seen anything of different kinds and scenes. He has seen a lot of things like fighting for the wind and jealousy, two women for one man and two men for one woman.

I'm not used to hearing it directly.

As a result, the studio became more and more quiet.

Yang An'an even regretted mentioning Mrs. Mei again.

If she didn't mention it, she would not have the following sentence.

It's just that she's so ungrateful.

But I can't get it back now.

From time to time, she looked at Yu se, and then, very worried, quietly took out her mobile phone. She planned to ask Mo Jingyao if he really wanted to discuss the engagement with Mei Yuqiu this evening. As soon as she took out her mobile phone, she heard Yu se say, "Yang An'an, do you want me to be my best friend? Don't you want to say it directly, and I'll never see you again."

This sentence of metaphor directly shook Yang An'an's hand, and then his mobile phone fell to the ground.

Then, just as she was waiting for Li Ziyu to finish the action on her hand to pick up the mobile phone, the metaphor beside her had bent over and directly confiscated her mobile phone.

Even, because he broke away from Chen Hao's hand drawing lip line, he drew the lip line on his chin

"Metaphor of color..." Chen Hao frowned slightly, so he had to take a wet towel and wipe off all the crooked lip lines, and then draw them again.

The metaphor sat quietly on the chair and did not speak.

However, the air pressure in the studio has dropped to the lowest in an instant. It seems that it is difficult to breathe.