The Days Dominated by the Wife-staring Demon + Spoiler

"No." An Jing said anxiously, holding Ge Zijie's wrist with her hand.

In the mirror, her eye sockets and the tip of her nose turned red from enduring the pain, but she stubbornly widened her eyes and rejected Ge Zijie's suggestion.

"In that case, what I endured before will not be in vain."

Ge Zijie was taken aback, looked at her for a few seconds, and then began to let go, yes, how could she forget, this is a piece of 'rotten wood' who doesn't know what to give up.

"Cry out if you can't bear it, and I won't accept it for mercy." Having said that, Ge Zijie gently helped her apply the dye cream, because every time he did it, he was afraid that it would be messed up, and he always delivered it in a small area. Jin took a lot of time and energy, but she seemed to have endless patience, and she didn't show any irritation.

So when Song Fan and the others came in, what they saw was such a strange picture.

Poor little An Jing sat on the stool and wept silently. At first, she thought she was being bullied by some ignorant barber, but when everyone looked behind her, they found that the person who dyed her hair was the unsmiling director.

Fortunately, after the pain, the results are also excellent. The almost white light gold matches Anjing's fair skin very well. The barber trimmed her waist-length hair again and curled it up with a curling rod.The fluffy light-colored curly hair sets off An Jing's palm-sized face. Even if she just sat there without makeup, she still looks like an unreal doll.

"Oh my god...it's so beautiful baby!" The barber was obviously very satisfied with his work, and kept taking pictures of An Jing with his mobile phone.

"Don't shoot."

"Hey..." The barber made a troubled expression on purpose, "Aren't beautiful things meant to be preserved forever and appreciated slowly?"

"Yes." Ge Zijie took his phone and deleted the picture, "But it's not saved here."

"cut."

The barber looked at his empty photo album, pretended to walk away, but suddenly called An Jing's name.

"what?"

An Jing turned around, with her mouth slightly open, her expression innocent, her lips were light without lipstick, her eye sockets and small nose tip were a little red, and with fluffy light blonde hair, she looked like an elf who should not enter the jungle.

With a "click", this scene was frozen in the phone, but he was not happy for long, and the hand of fate once again strangled his wrist.

"Delete."

"It's a pity to delete this one."

With the flash and high-definition pixels, you can even see An Jing's well-defined eyelashes clearly when you zoom in on the picture. The smooth skin and three-dimensional facial features are not distorted at all, like a masterpiece copied by the most experienced painter stroke by stroke from a real person.

Ge Zijie paused when he pressed delete, sent the picture to his mobile phone, and saved it where it should be saved before performing this operation again.

By the time the four of them got their hair done and went to the studio, it was already after twelve noon.

Song Fan slumped on the table like a dehydrated kelp, "I didn't eat it in the morning because I was afraid that I would have to show my stomach for the photo, and now I'm going to faint from hunger."

An Jing was the only one who was able to eat and drink normally during the photo shoot, she turned her head and cast a sympathetic look at Song Fan.

"You'd better take a rest, who was the one who ate instant noodles in the kitchen last night?" Ye Min, who was putting on makeup, gave her a sideways glance.

Xi Ge handed over a box of salad, "Only salad, do you want to eat?"

Song Fan stubbornly raised his head, "Don't eat! I'm fed grass by the cafeteria every day, and I'm not a rabbit."

One sentence made the silent An Jing laugh, "I have candy in my pocket, if you are hungry, you can have one."

Just as her hand was about to touch the clothes, what she touched was smooth skin. Only then did An Jing realize that she was not wearing her own clothes, and that her coat was taken away by Ge Zijie just now.

The navel-baring vest that I am wearing now, even if I search it from front to back, I can't find a pocket.

"Director." An Jing put on her coat, ran outside the lounge, and said to Ge Zijie, who was standing by and supervised, "Clothes..."

Ge Zijie was talking sideways with the photographer invited today. Originally, she didn't need to do these things, but because she also participated in the design of An Jing's debut image, it would be better for her to communicate directly.

"Wait a minute." Ge Zijie paused the topic and turned his head, but frowned the first moment he saw An Jing.

The makeup effect was in line with her expectations. Anjing's soft eyes were painted with dark red eyeliner, and the ends were raised high to look a little arrogant. The light-colored lips were also painted with highly saturated lipstick, making the whole face look beautiful. Especially eye-catching and three-dimensional.

A pure angel turned into a little devil.

Her vision is not wrong. The conspicuous red painting on the face of ordinary people can easily become rustic, but it has a remarkable effect when used on An Jing who is like white paper. Ge Zijie even feels that no matter what kind of styling is given to An Jing, she can digest it. It's very good.

"Clothes..." An Jing whispered again, "I want to take things down."

Ge Zijie was not in a hurry to hand over the coat she was wearing to An Jing, but stretched out a hand to tear off the coat she was wearing, then turned to ask the person beside him, "Zhou Liang, would it be better to wear a shirt?" .”

An Jingping raised his arms, stood like a wooden man, and followed Ge Zijie's movements to show off his clothes.

Obviously the director designed it himself... It is true that girls who study art are especially fickle.