Facing the coquettish Wen Qiao, the makeup artist had no choice but to bend down and carefully apply lipstick with a lip brush, while caringly asking, "What’s wrong? Does your mouth feel uncomfortable?"
"....."
It wasn’t exactly discomfort.
It just felt weird.
After Fu Jinghen had kissed her....
While the makeup artist applied her lipstick, she couldn’t speak or shake her head conveniently, so she could only roll her eyes a couple of tis to respond.
"Done," the makeup artist straightened up, put down the items in hand, and moved behind Wen Qiao to start working on her hair, "If you lick again, you’ll have to touch it up yourself."
"Mmm, got it."
It’s all Fu Jinghen’s fault!
A kiss is a kiss, a touch should have sufficed.
Why did he have to go and take a nibble?
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Luckily, Wen Qiao did not carry the distraction from makeup to the cara, finishing the morning’s scenes smoothly, wrapping up right before lunch.
Director Zhang, who had worked tirelessly in his youth, highly valued health preservation in his older years. Although the entertainnt industry is notorious for disrupting normal routines, under his leadership, the crew had beco a group of good youngsters who ate and slept on a strict schedule.
Therefore, although Director Zhang constantly reminded them of the pressing urgency, he never encroached on their al or sleeping tis, nor did he make them pull all-nighters.
Wen Qiao felt that if it weren’t for Jiang Yao occasionally whispering entertainnt gossip in her ear—about which young starlet’s resources were seized today, or which couple had a plumt in resources after breaking up—she would almost think the entertainnt industry was a place of harmony, more tense than her senior year rushing to prepare for college entrance exams.
Fu Jinghen had ssaged her ten minutes ago, saying he was waiting for her at the location they t in the morning.
Wen Qiao changed into her casual clothes and picked up her small crossbody bag to leave.
As she pulled open the door of the makeup room, she ca face-to-face with Lin Ruochun and Song Qian, who were about to enter with their al boxes.
The three of them fell silent simultaneously for a mont.
The studio’s space was limited, so not everyone could have a separate makeup room. To facilitate communication among the crew mbers, Director Zhang had arranged for everyone to be in one large makeup room.
Wen Qiao stepped aside to let them in first.
Lin Ruochun passed by her while holding the al box, never taking her eyes off Wen Qiao.
After entering, Lin Ruochun asked, "Where are you going?"
For so reason, Wen Qiao felt slightly guilty under Lin Ruochun’s scrutinizing gaze and the sight of her and Song Qian’s al boxes, as if she had betrayed the organization.
She flicked her hair with her hand, "Out to eat."
Lin Ruochun pressed further, "With whom?"
With a slurp, Song Qian sucked in noodles and answered for Wen Qiao, "With President Fu."
Wen Qiao was startled, "How did you know?"
"I just saw outside the set, the car President Fu ca in this morning," Song Qian found a place to sit down, "I guessed you wouldn’t be eating boxed lunches with us at noon, so I didn’t order one for you. I really do have foresight."
"...... Thanks," said Wen Qiao.
Wen Qiao was about to turn around and leave, but Lin Ruochun’s piercing gaze was hard to ignore. She looked at Lin Ruochun, "Should I bring so good food back for you?"
Song Qian imdiately raised his hand, indicating, "I’m in too!"
Lin Ruochun slapped down his raised hand, "What’s with all this, you know where they’re going to eat to claim your share?"
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