Zheng Qing took an eyebrow pencil and gently traced her eyebrows to the mirror.

"Although it's beautiful without makeup, the lens of the general station is notoriously harsh. Don't move..."

Mingjing said helplessly, "OK, I don't like make-up."

"Aunt, you're facing billions of viewers, you know? Of course, if you want to present it in the most perfect posture, it's the last step."

With lipstick on, Zheng Qing stepped back and sighed, "absolutely."

There were other people in the rest room. When they saw the comparison before and after the mirror makeup, they were silent for a moment.

The mirror has always been plain, giving people the feeling of being very gentle and clean, like the clearest spring in a mountain stream, crystal clear.

Although only a very light make-up, it is like an ink landscape painting with increased color ratio, which is full of thick ink and heavy color, which is amazing.

Emei is light and sweeping, with clear eyes, lonely nose and indifferent red lips. All the beauty is just right, which makes people sigh the magic and preference of the creator.

Why all the beauties in the world are piled on her, but the girl's calm and cool temperament deepens, giving people a deep sense of distance, and the difference between clouds and mud arises spontaneously.

The rest room was very quiet. Everyone didn't speak and stared at the mirror.

A girl looked at Zheng Qing: "are you a makeup artist? Can you put on makeup for me? You can pay as much as you want."

This man's make-up technology is amazing. I don't know how much better he is than the makeup artist on TV.

Zheng Qing turned his eyebrow pencil and picked his eyebrows when he heard the speech: "Oh, you can't afford it."

The girl said proudly, "I'll give you 100000, which is the highest price in your industry."

No one can't get along with money.

Zheng Qing said with a smile, "sorry, I only make up for beautiful women."

The connotative girl looked angry: "what do you mean? Don't give face, don't be shameless."

Zheng Qing's eyes were cold. At this time, one hand gently patted the back of her hand, "why do you add your mouth industry and show off your anger for a while."

Zheng Qing's eyes turned and suddenly said with a smile, "let me make up for you, OK."

Zheng Qing opened the wechat collection code: "scan the code first, and I'll transfer it to you."

The girl bit her teeth and looked at the mirror

As long as you can make a circle on the Spring Festival Gala program, it's worth how much you spend.

After the voice prompt of successful collection sounded, Zheng Qingliang lit up the makeup brush, "come on."

Mingjing shook her head helplessly, and she was playing tricks again.

At this time, Tao Xianxian came over with a thermos cup and handed the cup to Mingjing. "Drink water and moisten your throat."

The mirror unscrewed the cover of the thermos cup and put it to her mouth. Suddenly, her eyebrows frowned and her eyes were cold.

Tao Qianxian noticed the abnormality of the mirror and hurriedly asked, "what's the matter?"

Mingjing didn't drink. He put down his water cup and said faintly, "where did you get the water?"

Tao Qingxian subconsciously replied, "there is a special place to make hot water backstage. Everyone takes hot water there."

The bright mirror's eyes fell on her shoes. A faint shoe print appeared on the white board shoes. It was obvious that it had been rubbed. If you didn't look carefully, it was not clear.

Mingjing probably had a few in his mind, screwed on the cup cover again, "call lawyer Li."

Tao Qianxian can't keep up with the thinking of the mirror. Why should he suddenly contact lawyer Li.

She dared not ask more, so she quickly took out her mobile phone and dialed lawyer Li's number.

Turn it on and pass it to the mirror.

It's 7:45 now, 15 minutes before the beginning of the program. Mingjing's program is scheduled around 9:00, which is the most prime time.

"Lawyer Li, Hello, I'm Mingjing."

Li Qingzhuo was shocked: "Miss ran? Is there anything important for you to come to me at this time?"

Anyway, it can't be new year's greetings.

"I'm in the front desk building at the moment. I wonder if lawyer Li has time?"

The bright mirror that Li Qingzhuo came into contact with is a very smart and calm girl. It must not be aimless. There must be something important.

Li Qingzhuo immediately said, "I'll go there now. I'll be there in about half an hour."

"Please lawyer Li."

Mingjing hung up the phone and said to Tao Qianxian, "in 20 minutes, you go downstairs to pick up lawyer Li and bring him here. You can find Ruan Dao's assistant and ask him for help."

Tao Qianxian realized that something big had happened, but she couldn't figure out what the problem was.

As time went by, the girl hurried across the room: "well, no, it's almost time for me to come out."

The girl is one of the leaders of the opening dance, with a 0.05 second lens, which is an extremely rare opportunity for her.

She wants to seize this 0.05 second opportunity to stand out.

Outside the door, the staff are urging, and other dancers are in the final stage of preparation.

Zheng Qing stepped back and nodded with satisfaction.

"Go, go."

The girl was about to take a look in the mirror. The staff shouted at a high voice, "Zhao Yan, what are you doing? If you delay the whole program, can you bear the responsibility?"

Zhao Yan couldn't look in the mirror anymore. She grabbed the fan at hand and rushed out.

Flustered, she didn't find that the staff opened their mouths when they saw her.

At this time, all the dancers were in place. The staff wanted to remind her that it was too late. They patted her thighs and sighed, "it's over."

At eight o'clock sharp, the program officially began to broadcast, and the network also began to have a heated discussion about the participating stars.

A comprehensive discussion was carried out from the aspects of makeup, clothes and singing skills. Fans from all sides fought in chaos.

——This year's lighting and dance beauty is amazing. Director Ruan's aesthetics is the only one in China. It's a pity not to make a film.

——Ruan Dao yyds.

——Ning Ning is so beautiful. Her singing skills are really excellent. She can stand on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala at a young age and has a bright future.

——The smell of the water army upstairs is too strong. Bai Weining came from a women's group and her singing skills are too poor. Compared with other professional singers, she was hanged 360 times. What qualifications does she have to stand on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala?

——Fans blow too seriously. What's the light of St women's group? I think it's the light of capital. Huang ChuChu of the same group sings much better than her. Why should she go to the Spring Festival Gala?

——Am I dazzled? The woman who danced just now, what a face is that? It's so scary.

——Hahaha, I was shocked when I saw it. I thought I was dazzled. Is the dancer crazy? I can think of such strange tricks.

——The makeup looks familiar. When my second uncle left, the mortician put this makeup on him to make him walk more decently.

——Emo... Is funeral popular now? I'm ignorant.

——Friends, since she wants to be angry, send her up.

——She's so confident. I'm really convinced.

Bai Weining and other singers performed mediocrely. As long as they didn't make mistakes, they were successful. The first dancer who quickly got out of the circle and caused widespread discussion on the Internet was the dancer with a 0.01 second lens... She won by surprise with her funeral style makeup.

The actress covered her face with a wide fan. It was a very shy action. Her face was exposed bit by bit with the falling fan. The result was amazing. It was all startled.

In front of the monitor, Ruan Xiu sprayed all her tea and looked at the assistant: "what's this?"

The assistant scratched her head: "she can't think of fire by this means."

Now there is no lower limit in the circle. You can do anything for fire.

Ruan Xiu exclaimed, "it's really a big forest. There are all kinds of birds. It's a broadcasting accident. Wait for the director's notice and criticism."

On the Internet, Zhao Yan's video was cut into a moving picture and widely spread with various words. In the future, everyone in the country will have a copy of this moving picture on their mobile phone.

Zhao Yan caught fire in an unexpected way.

At the scene, Bo Lianye was startled and subconsciously held old lady Bo's hand.

Mrs. Bo asked anxiously, "what's the matter“

Bo Lianye couldn't help laughing: "there was a dancer whose face turned into a ghost. He suddenly appeared and scared me."

Not only her, but everyone at the scene was shocked.

Backstage, Zheng Qing looked at the broadcast picture in the TV on the opposite wall and was happy. "What's the matter, my craft is still very good. It has achieved a blockbuster effect."

Mingjing said reluctantly, "you still love to play tricks“

"Let me make up for her, and she will match it?" Zheng Qing's tone was disdainful.

Her hands can turn decay into magic, but if the other party doesn't know her face, she's not polite.