The makeup artist glanced at Wen Qiao in the mirror, put down their tools, and said, "Okay, your makeup is done. You can go change into your clothes now."
"Thank you, Teacher."
Wen Qiao smiled and thanked them. She locked her phone screen and handed it to Jiang Yao, who was sitting on the sofa behind her.
Ever since Jiang Wei ssed with her phone the last ti, Wen Qiao had beco much more careful, no longer carelessly leaving her phone around.
ES had diverse interests, its perfus and jewelry being particularly outstanding, but with the changing trends of the past two years, many makeup brands had flooded the market. ES didn’t want to fall behind, so it had invested much more effort in its makeup division in recent years.
This ti, it was about breaking into the Hua Country market through makeup. Today, Wen Qiao was shooting an ES makeup poster and promotional video.
The clothing was provided by FS, a white hip-hugging spaghetti strap dress that perfectly showcased Wen Qiao’s delicate collarbones and beautiful shoulder and neck lines for the cara.
When Wen Qiao changed and ca out from behind the curtain, both the makeup artist and Jiang Yao turned to look at her. They subconsciously held their breath and then, when she smiled, they were all stunned.
As Wen Qiao walked out, they felt like they were seeing an angel fallen to earth, clad in a white dress, holy and aloof. But when she smiled, with her red lips slightly curved and captivating eyes twinkling, the untouchable angel instantly transford into a sprite of the dark night, utterly srizing.
Wen Qiao’s beauty was perfectly balanced — one iota more would have seed vulgar, one iota less would have seed bland. Her willow-leaf eyebrows, peach-blossom eyes, cherry lips, and lon-seed face — each feature strong enough to stand on its own — ca together without any sense of crowding. Instead, they blended harmoniously, creating an unforgettable visage.
Jiang Yao couldn’t think of how to describe Wen Qiao’s looks. All that kept coming to her mind were three words —
Vixen.
At that mont, the little vixen in front of her was leaning against the door fra, one hand on her hip, winking and laying on charm toward the only two won in the room, "How do I look? Pretty, right? Do I have that kind of breathtaking beauty?"
The makeup artist was amused by her and nodded, giving her a thumbs-up, "Sweeping away a whole crowd might be a bit much, considering there’s just the two of us here, but you definitely swept off my feet."
Wen Qiao stretched her mouth into a "hehe" laugh, and the makeup artist, seeing there was nothing left for her to do, packed up her things and left.
Now alone with Jiang Yao in the makeup room, Wen Qiao, noticing that Jiang Yao hadn’t responded to her question, plopped down next to her and nudged her with her shoulder, "Sister Yao, what do you think?"
Jiang Yao was fiddling with her phone and without looking up, shifted her body to the left, avoiding Wen Qiao, "Quiet down, I’m busy."
Then she muttered under her breath, "I rember seeing so director wanting to shoot a TV series about a nine-tailed fox... I need to look that up..."
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Wen Qiao was confused, "Why are you looking for that?"
Jiang Yao glanced at her from top to toe and then returned to her phone searching, "I think if you don’t take on the role of a vixen or so peerless beauty, it would be such a waste."
Wen Qiao: "..."
Sister Yao’s complints were always so uniquely crafted.
Holding onto her dress at the waist, she looked left and right, nonchalantly saying, "Oh well, there’s no need for all that trouble. Even if I don’t take on such roles, it won’t cover up the fact that I am a peerless beauty in real-life."
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