MTL - Rebirth of a Supermodel-Chapter 105
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As the first-line stylist of Muse, Ren Huaqing has won many awards in the industry and has been praised by many people. Even Zhou Weizhuo once felt that Mr. Ren’s eyes are very good, and he has a unique feeling for the beauty of the lines, and often can create stunning shapes.
As a good stylist, it is natural to say that it is not acceptable.
The reason why the original Ming Yu made Zhou Weizhuo design a short hair style was because he thought that since he was an adult, he could try some mature points and slant into another image. But this is not to say that he can't try long hair style at all.
After obtaining the consent of the simile, Ren Huaqing let the assistant prepare the materials and began to send and receive.
It’s a very patience to pick up your hair. If you are an ordinary hair stylist, they may only take an hour or two to pick up your hair. It seems that the time is a lot faster, but the quality is not good. The hair was fluffy and messy, and a pair of "wigs, I was the wig that I picked up."
However, if they are top stylists like Ren Huaqing, their methods are not necessarily slower than those of ordinary stylists. On the contrary, his movements are quick and smooth, simple and simple, but the quality is higher than one level.
Through the reflection of the mirror, the simile only saw a small bundle of hair was used by Ren Huaqing with special glue and stuck to his hair. The newly picked up hair is almost identical to the hair color of the Mingu. After being glued, there is no difference at all, as if it was originally grown there.
When a bunch of hair was picked up, Ren Huaqing's movements became faster and faster.
It took only four hours to complete. When the simile once again looked up at himself in the mirror, it was also slightly stunned. After a while, I couldn’t help but laugh down: "I don’t really think so. Know yourself, Ren Ge."
Wen Yan, Ren Huaqing wiped the fine sweat on his head and said: "Come on, let me see, it's not bad, and I don't think much difference. So, I will give you a little haircut, this hair is a few days. It won't fall inside. The time we have to make an appointment with the photographer is the day after tomorrow. No problem will arise."
Ming Yu gently decapitated and agreed to this proposal by Ren Huaqing.
After another half an hour, under the hands of Ren Huaqing, the hair that seemed to be somewhat dry and fluffy actually fell down naturally and steadily, blocking the half of the juvenile cheek. The hair is black and bright, soft and natural, and Luo Ru and his assistants, who are on the sidelines, are all stunningly wide-eyed, shocked by such strange and moving beauty.
After a little bit of makeup was tried, Ren Huaqing confirmed the style.
Due to the reason of the hair extension, this test styling took a simile for an entire afternoon. When he and Luo Ru left the Muse magazine, they were already dark and the sunset was only half a body. Still hanging on the horizon, the light is shining.
Sitting in the car, Ming Xiaoyu looked down at the email from Zhao Rui, and Luo Ru could not help but secretly looked at him from the rearview mirror.
On this way, Luo Ru spent almost all of his time on the teenager after stealing the driver's seat. When she saw the 23rd time, Ming Xiaoyu finally put down the mobile phone and sighed helplessly. Sister Luo, do you really have to look at me like this? If you look at it again, I will be blushing."
This is the second time Ming Xiaoyu said "blushing", but this time, it is not him, but Luo Ru.
After listening to the words of Ming Yu, Luo Ruqi coughed and said: "Xiao Yu, your style is really...the amount...very unique, I have never seen you like this, I feel very Not the same, it is very beautiful."
Wen Yan, Ming Xiaoyu said with a smile: "Sister Luo, this sentence has been told me the third time since leaving "Muse"."
Luo Ru: "...............? Is it?"
Ming Xiaoyu reluctantly beheaded: "Yes."
"...oh, that's it."
Ming Xiaoyu: "....................."
Until the car, the Ming Yu did not understand. I have done a lot of beautiful and beautiful looks before, and Luo Ru did not have much reaction. How did she suddenly react so much today, completely without the calmness of the past?
Where does Xiao Xiaoyu know that Luo Ru is almost desperate!
Indeed, in the past, Ming has also done many beautiful and outstanding styles, no worse than this time. But... this time, Luo Ru felt the heartbeat and blood smash for the first time! Luo Ru was calm and self-sufficient since he was a child, and he did not follow the stars. He did not recognize himself as a color control, but why, when the teenager took on her long hair, she actually felt that it was so beautiful!
Can you say that... she actually likes long hair...
amount……
Qaq can't! ! ! Was she bent by this kind of metaphor?
It’s not right, Xiao Yu is a man, is this a bend or a straight line...
Today's Luo Ru, caught in the painful tangled self-reflection. At this moment, Luo Ru, who believes that he is not an eye-control, still does not know that there is a class of people in the world who can bend and bend, and they have a great name, called-
Yan Yan sex.
Ming Xiaoyu’s new high-end apartment is located in the third ring of the Imperial City. The traffic is very convenient and the surrounding area is very prosperous. Many are large shopping malls and supermarkets. Most importantly, the security of this community is very good. It is said that many artists and people in the circle have bought houses here for their good law and order, in order to avoid some inaccessible paparazzi.
So when the simile swiped the access card into the first door, the security guard sitting at the front desk looked down at the phone just now. After hearing the sound, he planned to look up as usual.
After looking at this, the security staff bowed his head casually, but the next second, he suddenly realized what he was, then quickly looked up and looked at the Ming Xiaoyu who was pressing the elevator over there.
After the simile really entered the elevator, the security staff excitedly called the old buddy who was about to change the class. "Where, the beautiful girl! We have a beautiful girl in the building!!! Lao Chen, you are not I can believe that I just saw a side face, it’s just beautiful! It’s no worse than what you like. It’s so beautiful!...ah? Don’t you believe it? Don’t believe that when you change your class, Look again. But this beauty is a bit tall, I looked at it 1.8 meters..."
These things are not known to Ming Xiaoyu. When he got home, he rushed to take a shower, then wiped the wet hair with a towel, and opened the entangled knot with some trouble.
The level of Ren Huaqing is quite high. As long as he does not wash himself with the medicine, it is impossible to drop it in at least ten days. Therefore, at this moment, Ming Xiaoyu was faced with such long hair for the first time, and he finally understood the distress of the long-haired girl.
Hair is so long, there is no knotting every day!
The hair is so long, the shampoo is three times that of others! !
Hair is so long, blowing hair is not good to blow, feed! ! !
......
Hey, being a woman is really not easy.
——Ming Xiaoyu, who has deep experience (?), is as emotional as it is.
Ten minutes after the hair was struggling with it, Ming Xiaoyu stared at the long hair, and had been entangled and couldn’t wait to take the scissors. At this time, the doorbell suddenly rang. He had to wipe his hair with one hand and got up to open a door to a man.
The door was not fully opened, and the teenager said with no anger: "You finally came, come and help me get these terrible hair."
As soon as the words were finished, Ming Yu turned and walked inside the house, but after a few steps, he did not hear the movement behind him, so he turned around in a strange way. This did not see the people, and suddenly he was surrounded. It was a hot and spacious embrace.
"How many people have you seen this?"
The simile was slightly stunned and replied subconsciously: "...a lot?"
After a moment of silence, I chose to sigh: "Why can't you really be covered by me?"
As soon as I heard this, the teenager sneered and brushed a man and pushed it away. With a look of disappointment, I looked at each other up and down, and the metaphor was scornful: "Shawen pig, masculinity, you, people in society, are to be cast aside."
Xi Xuan did not care to raise his eyebrows, and closed the door smoothly. He said, "I just want to hide you alone and not see it to others." After a pause, he said: " So the sentence you said this afternoon, this time the style is very unique, is it because of this?"
The two walked into the room together, and the Ming Yu softly nodded: "Well, yes, this time the brother gave me the shape is this kind of male and female. Right, you know what you are, Ren Huaqing," Muse's first-line stylist. His technique is very good, the hair is so sticky that it is too strong, I just can't comb it, I didn't even pull off a few."
“It seems that Ren Huaqing is suitable to be a master of anti-hair loss.”
"puff."
Xi selection took care of the sandalwood comb in the hands of the young man. He picked up a long hair with a wet, gentle movement, and began to comb gently. The hair that was tangled in the hands of the Ming Yu was so gentle in his hand that it was like a little sheep, and it was easily combed.
After all the hair was combed, Xi took a hair dryer and started to help the teenager blow his head.
The warm hot air swept over the cheek of Ming Yu, and he could not help but feel a little sleepy, so he lay lazily on the thigh of Xi's choice, narrowed his eyes, and enjoyed the man's service with peace of mind. And a man didn't even ask for a return, and he was very happy to blow his hair.
At the moment of opening the door, when Xi choose to see the long hair and waist boy in the house, his brain burst like fireworks, all the beautiful colors are concentrated together, so that his breathing stops. .
The teenager wore a wide loose white pajamas, a very fragile clavicle, white skin and delicate skin. The water drops flowing down the beautiful neck, and the wet hair stuck to the delicate and beautiful face. Like the charming angel just out of the bath, **** and charming.
When the teenager had a long hair, he did not appear to be feminine. As long as he observed it carefully, he could still see that it was a man. But it is precisely the beauty of this male and female neutrality, the most deadly, seems to transcend the limits of beauty.
Black long hair, white skin, and tan lips...
The sound of the hair dryer is still squeaking, but the choice has already bowed his head and kissed the boy's full lips. Ming Xiaoyu was half-awake at this time. Suddenly, she was so kissed. It was nothing to sleep. He blinked in surprise. After a while, he began to respond to the man’s kiss.
The original teenager was more relaxed, and it was natural to start some shame and shame. Waiting for the moment of the battle, Ming Xiaoyu blushes, very dissatisfied and said: "This time I said good, change me?"
Xi chooses to pick one eyebrow: "I just helped you to comb your hair and blow your hair. Don't you plan to return it?"
Ming Xiaoyu: "................................."
Mom, it’s waiting here! ! !
Overnight, although I know that there is still work the next day, but the two people who know the taste of the marrow can care for so much, this work can not be done three times! In the end, even the choices were felt a little over, but the teenager did not reluctantly sarcastically say: "Are you not doing it? Can you change me?"
Which man can get this kind of stimulation?
I have to let this little goblin know that it is amazing!
Therefore, when the middle of the night was three, Ming Xiaoyu bit the man's hand with resentment and cursed: "You are simply ignorant."
Xi Xie did not laugh: "The next time you should record a sound, see who is so ignorant."
... Hey, don't mention, do you really know how to write the word "temperance"?
When Luo Ru came to the company the next day, he looked at the slightly strange walking posture of the boy. Luo Ru silently twitched his mouth and did not speak. Probably because there is still work in the next day, Ming Xiaoyu sternly rejected the man’s invitation to "help you blow your hair again" and prepared a night at home.
Time flies, finally, the world’s top photographer has made a special trip from the United States to China.
