Jiu Lan sat in the dressing room, several makeup artists all surrounded him, and the fat dragon stood directly to the side and reprimanded.

"How did you do that? Hit a bottom to get it on the ear, you won't do it and change people now! ”

"Our young master's skin is very delicate, if you break it, can you afford it?"

"Tap, tap! You're mopping the floor! ”

Due to the tall appearance of the fat dragon and the loud voice, as soon as it roared, several people were made trembling.

Fat Dragon can be the assistant of the Starry Night Group, and his ability is naturally not a joke, it is completely towards his master.

And the young man sat on the chair, bowed his head and played with his mobile phone, his face was indifferent, and he didn't say a word.

There is a natural sense of indifference to people who are not familiar with it.

The make-up assistant on the side held a puff as if he were a fragile jewel, and there was a door god who looked fierce and vicious and stared at the big eyes of the copper bell, and he was about to cry.

It's really hard to serve......

An Xiaoli thought silently in her heart, stood at the door for a while, and then turned around.

The people in the studio were also in full swing to arrange the final scene, An Xiaoli was small, sitting in the corner, and no one noticed.

I don't know how many minutes I waited, but the door of the dressing room finally opened, and everyone inside walked out.

An Xiaoli reflexively looked up.

The boy was wearing a thin white shirt, the right hem was pinned in his pants, and the beautiful and tight abdominal muscles inside were faintly visible, the skin was smooth and fair, the skeleton was slender, and he had slightly lazy and messy hair, which made people think about it and wanted to have a nosebleed......

"Wow......"

The people outside looked at it and couldn't help but exclaim, their eyes full of surprise.

"Oh God, it's a work of art!"

Editor-in-chief Cindy walked over, looked up and down, and exclaimed.

Jiulan Crack may have been accustomed to such a gaze, and indifferently looked away, but met a pair of glass-like eyes.

Pure and direct.

"Still not shooting?"

The boy suddenly walked straight ahead.

"Ugh." Cindy looked at the young man who suddenly became angry for some reason, was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly walked up.

"We're all ready to go, we'll start filming right away!"

Everyone sprang into action.

The lights in the studio were turned off, the gaffer started to light, and the other staff members were on standby, while Cindy was holding the theme plan and discussing it with Nine Lanchui.

It's like the stars holding the moon.

Soon, filming began.

At this time, the whole studio was dark, only the corner of the bathtub was lit on, and the boy sat in the bathtub, the clear water wet his shirt, sticking to his abs, and the wind blowing the white curtains.

The water in the tub splashed some.

The light hit the side face of the teenager with perfect facial features, a high nose bridge, a delicate jawline, no heavy makeup, only a shallow layer of foundation, and the tail of the eyes was slightly elongated, which was a little more innocent and sultry.

Like a noble, lazy and tsundere Persian cat.

When he closed his eyes, the tear mole at the corner of his eye was particularly lovely, and the long eyelashes cast a shadow on his fair skin.

Slender and fair-skinned, his bony fingers held the bathtub, and when he looked at the camera, a pair of dark eyes were as deep as the sea, as if they were full of stars, which could suck people in.

No more to see.

Leaning in the bathtub, the hair on his forehead was wet, almost covering his eyes, a handsome and suffocating face, full of indifference that has nothing to do with the world, and he was a sick and beautiful boy.