MTL - Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry-Chapter 81 Makeup photo

Qin Jue had a New Year's Eve dinner with the fans on the other side of the screen.

Half of the dishes were ordered in advance, and the other half were cooked by myself. She's not very good at cooking, and it's a little funny that the food she cooks is no different from the takeaway food, and it's just as bland in the mouth.

Qin Jue finished eating with a smile.

When it was almost midnight, she stood up and showed the fireworks outside the window.

[Wuhu! Happy New Year! 】

[In the new year, I wish Lang Lang a successful career! 】

[Happy New Year~ Does Little Wolf have any New Year's wishes? 】

Qin Juexiao showed half of his face in a corner of the live broadcast, and said with a faint smile:

"World Peace?"

【good guy】

【As expected of you 2333】

She smiled and didn't explain. She said goodbye to everyone at a few o'clock and turned off the live broadcast.

There are no lights in the house.

Qin Jue supported the edge of the window and jumped gently and sat down by the window.

Mentality has always been mysterious. After returning from Dr. Lu, she tried to relax herself as much as possible to prevent her way of thinking from appearing too mature.

Even so, looking at the lights in the distance quietly at this time, she couldn't help but sigh that the peaceful times were so good.

Compared with before, it is not gratifying, but an old man who has experienced gunpowder and war is quite complicated and expresses his emotions.

After all, who still remembers the days in the last days? This time the New Year's Eve escaped death, and the next time the New Year's camp is transferred, there are new urgency and crises every day. The most common reunion is to die together.

"Little fox, call the deputy team and Qi'er..."

As soon as the words came out, Qin Jue was stunned, then shook his head with a low smile.

Oh, it's natural to get used to it.

She closed her eyes, leaned her head against the glass for a while and then got up and jumped down.

"Aran, do you want a red envelope?"

In the kitchen, Qin Jue washed off the foam on the tableware and asked with a smile.

"Well-"

Intimate Sen Ran, who didn't bother to disturb just now, thought about it for a few seconds, "I've already given it!"

Qin Jue knew that she was referring to the strength of the soul, and smiled:

"That's really not open for three years, and open for three years."

He asked again, "What about him?"

"It's eaten too!" Sen Ran hummed and smiled, "Three years after three years, Ah Ran has received six years of red envelopes!"

Qin Jue nodded with a smile.

It seems that her dog is finally free of the pain of overloaded soul strength. Since that's the case, she is relieved.

When she and her daughter didn't come back, from fourteen to twenty-four years old, he worked hard for him.

After wiping his hands, Qin Jue stopped playing the riddles and returned to the familiar steel plate bed by himself.

"Abba, your current state is not suitable for entering the film and television space." Sen Ran reminded in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter." Qin Jue fastened the restraint belt, "As an actor, you have to be in the play."

Some fragments of the past flashed back in front of her eyes.

Thanks to the fans' reminder, after watching those videos, she recalled a little bit of herself decades ago.

"That's a good idea."

Qin Jue smiled and moved his head to a comfortable position.

Wouldn't it help her to find a mentality more suitable for this age group by experiencing the time of the year a few more times?

….

Forget it, it's boring to deceive yourself.

The smile on Qin Jue's face was gradually withdrawn.

"let's start."

she said softly.

Entering the show and looking for a mentality are nothing more than excuses.

It's just that the thorn has been stuck in the heart of the heart all the year round. I thought it had healed long ago, but I didn't expect it would still hurt.

Fortunately, there is also Mori.

This way, she doesn't have to slowly tear off her nails and make her fingers bumpy.

Sen Ran did not persuade any more, and sank into the film and television space with Qin Jue's consciousness.

The real scene rippling and changing like water waves, fixed on Qin Jingsheng's irritable face.

…

In mid-February, the crew of "Rain of the Day" resumed work.

He Chang ran for a week in a row and announced that on New Year's Eve, he had only rested at his hometown for a day and a half before returning to Ni Sheng early.

The production team headed by He Xu arrived earlier, 90% of things were sorted out, and when the actors arrived one after another, it just started.

He Chang shivered and got out of the nanny car. The heavy down jacket made him look like a fat seal from a distance. He was relieved when he walked into the shed with fast and broken steps.

The shed is a temporarily renovated shooting studio from a requisitioned garage, with background fabrics and lighting installed for the actors to take makeup photos.

He Chang took off his coat layer by layer beside the warm air. He is weak and afraid of cold. Now his face is red from freezing and his eyelashes are covered in frost. The person in charge of taking pictures today asked the makeup artist to stand by first.

"Okay, sorry."

He Chang shivered and thanked him again and again, and rubbed his face repeatedly with the warm baby in his arms.

During the process of recovering body temperature, he was not idle either, his eyes wandered, trying to find a familiar figure.

"Sister Xu, isn't Teacher Qin here?"

He Chang hesitated, then turned to ask the makeup artist.

During the Chinese New Year, he and Qin Jue discussed rival dramas on Feixun, and the opposite side sent a whole compressed package, from character biography to script plot analysis, with the postscript "You can be a reference", which frightened He Chang half to death.

After repeatedly tangled, he asked nervously, "I don't know how to thank Teacher Qin." The other end only replied:

"I'll kill you if I hold back."

He Chang: ! !

Immediately, he added, "Just kidding."

He Chang:…

Huh.

My careful liver.

Although he was "intimidated", he had to be thankful for this real help. He Chang knew that he was grateful, so he looked for Qin Jue as soon as he entered the door.

But for some unknown reason, makeup artist Xu Ying trembled subconsciously after hearing his question.

"there."

With a reluctant smile, Xu Ying stretched out her fingers weakly.

He Chang looked at it blankly.

where?

He narrowed his eyes and searched carefully among the group of people, then suddenly withdrew his gaze and shuddered.

Although he only saw it for a moment, the visual impression of this moment was deeply imprinted on the retina, and He Chang was shocked to take two deep breaths.

It was a very thin young man with short light brown hair, a dark red knitted sweater and gray-blue sweatpants, legs as thin as wooden sticks, ankles exposed, and his complexion was pale.

He sat quietly on the bench, his back was hunched and his legs were shaking. To put it bluntly, such people can be seen everywhere, to the extent that you can tell "Oh, this person is the scum of the bottom of society" at a glance.

From that silhouette, many keywords can be reminiscent of. Such as "poor grades", "doesn't study well", "mischief", "loser", etc., hardly need any modification, UU reading www.uukanshu. com can become the negative material for parents to educate their children.

But these were not what frightened He Chang the most.

He looked at Qin Jue, no, when he looked at Mo Sen, the man turned his head slowly, as if ordinary people were a little slow to notice the gaze of others.

On the face with makeup on, the eyebrows are thick and messy, the eyelids are swollen, the end of the eyes is drawn down, and the brows are habitually wrinkled, forming a very common stagnation above the bridge of the nose. Eyebrows, eyes, and the bridge of the nose are very close together, which is not weird, but adds a gloomy sense of oppression for no reason.

The skin quality is not good, including the two nasolabial folds appear vicissitudes. The cheekbones are slightly higher, the cheeks are thin and sunken, and the lips are a dark purple that stands out against the white skin, and the feeling is more morbid.

From the face to the figure, from the clothes to the temperament, this person is so ordinary that it can't be more ordinary, gloomy and indifferent, even if he suddenly falls to the ground while walking, everyone will say-"Ah, this kind of person really can't live", and then or in a hurry Pass by, or kindly call the police and call someone to collect the body.

He Chang shook his head and lowered his head, pinching the surface of the still-hot Nuanbao tightly with both hands.

He recited the script and knew why.

I also know what kind of person Mawson was before he was hurt.

At that time, like any ordinary boy in high school, he didn't like to study very much, with a smile on his face, and his eyes would light up when he talked about the games and stars he was interested in.

Guilt and fear gripped He Chang's heart severely, squeezing him almost out of breath.

Tian Gang was the last snowflake.

The avalanche of school bullying buried Mo Sen into the icy abyss, making him what he is now.

He is the victim.

Tian Gang too.

He is the perpetrator.

Tian Gang too.