Zhao Xuan's own phone really can't be helped, he knows that his grandfather must be looking for him because of Yan Chengmo, but he also has to answer: "Hey, grandpa." "Hey, Xiao Zhao, have you eaten?" The old man said with a smile.

"Eat, grandpa, what are you looking for me?" Zhao Xuan went to the edge of the corner, staring at Yan Chengmo fiercely through the gap in the kitchen door, and talked to his grandfather on the phone.

"Xiao Zhao, tell me what Yan Chengmo's bastard is busy with-"

Zhao Xuanru said in detail, around Yan Chengmo's life and work, bit by bit, and talked to his grandfather repeatedly for an hour, and finally let his grandfather hang up the phone.

Whew-

Zhao Xuan put away his mobile phone, walked to Yan Chengmo's side, lowered his voice and deliberately said in Yan Chengmo's ear: "My grandfather, when I call, it's all you who say Chengmo, and my ears are all-"

Yan Chengmo immediately smiled and handed Zhao Xuan a glass of warm lemon honey water.

Zhao Xuan took the warm lemon honey water, looked at Yan Chengmo with a smile on his face, Yan Chengmo, who rarely smiled, smiled so sweetly that Zhao Xuan couldn't say anything.

Zhao Xuan looked down and saw that it was his favorite lemon honey water, so he was full of joy to smell the fragrant honey aroma, couldn't help but take a big sip, nodded with satisfaction, and the lemon honey water made by Yan Chengmo was indeed exceptionally delicious!

Yan Chengmo can be different from what he eats and drinks, and he can also customize it privately, pinching your taste, not hot or cold, not sour or sweet, everything is just right!

"Zhao Xuan, you come out and tell you something."

"What's the matter?" How did Zhao Xuan feel that his cousin was looking for him with a bit of courtesy, so that he didn't dare to continue drinking the lemon honey water in his hand.

"Come out!"

The two old watches walked into the rest room, Yan Chengmo looked at no one outside the door, and looked back at Zhao Xuan, who was half short of him.

"How much money do you have left in your card?" Yan Chengmo stroked the thick black hair on his head while brushing it, and whenever he was uncomfortable, he liked to reach out and brush his hair.

"What?" Zhao Xuan's body turned to the side of the white wall in the lounge, and his face resisted and looked at Yan Chengmo.

"Borrow me first, isn't this new store just opened? A lot of things have to be paid, and when the Mid-Autumn Festival arrives, the moon cakes have to be paid for bonuses. How can you give a hundred thousand? Yan Chengmo pulled Zhao Xuan's body around.

"You borrowed 200,000 yuan from me for the opening of your new store, and you haven't had any savings as a chef for so many years?" Zhao Xuan looked at Yan Chengmo with a pointed mouth and a slanted face, and after speaking, he put down the lemonade.

Zhao Xuan was so nervous that he felt that he reached out and touched the folded wallet in his trouser pocket, and the hardness was still there, which made him much more steady.

"Tsk, long-winded, bring it." Yan Chengmo forcibly stretched out his hand, waited for Zhao Xuan to take out the card from his black wallet, and then took it away.

Zhao Xuan's slender fingers were still pinching his bank card and refused to let go: "You have to, you have to remember to pay me back quickly, I still have to-"

"Alright, let's go!" Yan Chengmo finally grabbed Zhao Xuan's bank card and immediately put it in his pocket.

Zhao Xuan pouted, put away the money and packed it into his trouser pocket, turned his head to look at the lemonade and honey water on the table, and shook his head helplessly: "100,000 for you for a glass of lemonade, it's not delicious at all!" ”

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Tang Yiling returned to the red iron door, went upstairs, and asked Zhang Miao to find out the makeup and new clothes and shoes she bought, she sat on the seat in the cloakroom, staring at the dresser in a daze, the pile of rouge and gouache in front of her eyes, varied, she took a big red lipstick and wiped it on her mouth, and took an eyeliner to draw on her eyebrows by mistake.

Ay!

"Zhang Sanshui, isn't that Suna looking good when you visited the restaurant today?" Tang Yiling asked Zhang Miao behind the mirror.

"It's not as beautiful as Miss Tang, it's just-" Zhang Miao didn't dare to continue, in fact, she wanted to laugh in her heart, because she noticed that Tang Yiling's eyebrows were very similar to Crayon Xiaoxin, and the big red mouth was very similar to Crayon Xiaoxin's mischief of stealing her mother's lipstick.

But Zhang Miao's expression didn't smile, just looked down at the wooden floor.

"Just what?" Tang Yiling frowned and looked back at Zhang Miao.

"It's just that Suna's makeup is more in line with her temperament." After Zhang Miao finished speaking, she gritted her teeth and looked at the ground, no longer daring to look at Tang Yiling, she was afraid that she would be taken seriously by Tang Yiling, but she smiled innocently.

"Makeup? Makeup artist-" Tang Yiling twisted his face to look at Zhang Miao in the mirror: "You help me find a few makeup artists, I want to hire my own royal makeup artist!" ”

After Tang Yiling finished speaking, she pulled her face and looked in the mirror, this girl is the eldest lady of the Tang family, she can't go out so casually. Half a short cut in front of people, this kind of small taste is not pleasant, especially in front of Yan Chengmo!

"Makeup artist?" Zhang Miao's head turned, then he lowered his head and took out his mobile phone, and then ran downstairs in a panic.

"Zhang Sanshui, let you contact the makeup artist, what are you doing running down to the first floor!" Tang Yi was so angry that he wiped off the lipstick with wet wipes, and after waiting for a long time, Zhang Sanshui climbed upstairs.

"Contact the makeup artist right away! What are you doing downstairs? Tang Yiling said with a fierce face.

Zhang Miao wiped the sweat on her forehead and nodded to Tang Yiling: "The makeup artist is on the way, there is a makeup artist who happens to be nearby, and he can arrive in forty minutes." ”

"Well, you find a few more, this girl has to choose well, I Tang Yiling wants the best makeup artist, and I will never lose to any makeup artist in Qingshan City!"

Aunt Bai anxiously guarded the gate, waiting for the makeup artist to arrive, and immediately wanted to step forward to open the door, but she was worried that if her son failed the interview, she would sweep the "majesty" in this villa in the future, so she calmly asked other aunts to go over and open the door and let the makeup artist come in.

"Second floor." Aunt Bai raised two fingers and motioned for her son to go up to the second floor, and then Aunt Bai nervously followed: "Take off your shoes, take off your shoes!" ”

Bai Liu had to change into a pair of disposable men's slippers, straightened his small body, and pointed to the second floor with an orchid, Bai Liu took a sweat towel to secretly wipe the sweat on both sides of his temples, and he secretly adjusted himself for a while under the air conditioning in the room before greeting Zhang Miao.

Zhang Miao saw Bai Liu's body as thin as bones, and two thick men's eyebrows were painted on his white face, from the skin care, and from the perspective of wearing meticulous elements, it is not difficult to see that Bai Liu is a fanatic in the fashion industry!

"This way, please!" Zhang Miao didn't smile, so she took Bai Liu, who was about the same height as her, and the two entered the dressing room one after the other: "Miss Tang, this is a makeup artist, called Bai Liu." ”

Zhang Miao looked at Bai Liu from behind, and her height should not be much taller than her, about 170 centimeters.

It's just that Bai Liu's fluffy hairstyle is combed back, and it looks a few centimeters taller, maybe she is taller than Bai Liu!

Cut!

Zhang Miao retreated outside the cloakroom and bumped into Aunt Bai who came up and pretended to be on duty.

Aunt Bai clasped her hands together and looked at Zhang Miao with a smile on her face to express her gratitude.

But Zhang Miao just shook his head, calmly suppressed his voice and said: "Whether the job is successful or not depends on him, Miss Tang's temperament, you and I know." ”

Alas, Aunt Bai then stood upright again, put her hands in front of her, and looked at the cloakroom with a tense face, but unfortunately they couldn't hear the sound in the cloakroom, Aunt Bai wished that she was a giraffe, and poked her head into the cloakroom to hear enough.