Several makeup artists hesitated, took their own makeup things, and reluctantly left.

Before leaving, he looked at him with that kind of 'you don't bully our cubs' eyes.

It seems that Sheng Junshu, who is defined as a 'wicked person', is rare when he sees this, and he doesn't know what to say.

Of course, he is not a good person, and everyone who deals with him in business knows it.

But there's really never been a time like this one, and I think he's a bad guy because he thinks he's going to bully a child.

Tell me where to make sense?

Sheng Junshu stood up, walked behind Qinghui, and looked at the black slightly curly hair that was tied up high to facilitate movement.

Raising his hand like a ghost, he flicked it slightly.

The slightly cool and smooth touch brought him back to his senses, and he saw the child looking up at him like this.

Look like you're going to do something, whether you're looking for something or not.

Hanging dead fish eyes, looking at people like this, a little fierce, a little underbeaten, and a little handsome and cute.

"After a while, have you read the script?"

He whispered.

Qinghui sighed.

"Divided into two teams, you definitely don't team up with that temporary artist, you don't have to deal with her on stage, if she provokes you, someone will clean her up later."

When Sheng Junshu said this, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with using his privileges to stumble on the other party.

After all, this circle is like this, you are so good, beautiful, but the other party has been thinking about pulling you down from the beginning.

Especially this kind of person who knows that there is a backstage and doesn't believe in evil, he is a little looking forward to whether the other party really wants to do something to his children.

The little girl who had taken off her aggressive makeup looked even more obedient, but she stared at him and didn't speak.

The posture of the two is very delicate.

Qinghui leaned back on the soft chair where he was making up, his head tilted back, the back of his head pressed against the back of the chair, and his face facing the ceiling.

And Sheng Junshu stood behind the makeup chair, bowed his head, and looked face to face with the little girl.

Sheng Junshu raised his hand and pinched the little girl's white cheeks, seeing that Qinghui obviously had no fluctuations in his eyes, but his hand was quickly raised and his hand was waved down.

He withdrew his hand and asked again, his voice was low, completely coaxing the tone of a child, "Did you hear that?" ”

Why is it sentence after sentence, endlessly?

Qinghui straightened up suddenly, and the fragrant scent of his hair skipped the tip of Sheng Junshu's nose.

Seeing the child stand up, he couldn't wait to go to the other side of the stage, and before he went out, he opened his mouth in a decadent manner, "I know." ”

The voice is prolonged, and there is no motivation.

The door was shut, and the tall and handsome man finally lowered his eyes and couldn't hold back his laughter.

Take out your phone and send the photos you took in the background to a small group.

There were only three people in the group.

The photo sent out was the scene where Qinghui was casually leaning on the makeup chair and letting people put on makeup.

The two of them returned in an instant.

Huihui's favorite big brother: Well, that's good.

Huihui's favorite second brother: Ah, yes, our little baby, why don't you move there? Is it too tiring to record a show?

Huihui's favorite big brother: You, take good care of my sister.

watched the two of them gradually go from praising Qinghui to scolding him.

Sheng Jun snorted arbitrarily, and put away the phone.

If she is tired of recording the show, there will be no more relaxed person.