Fang Ge is also smart, but when the matter came to his head, he didn't go around for a while, and when Ye Yi said this, he immediately understood.

"Ethereal, are the crew so sinister? We're just going to audition for the role of a palace maid. Fang Ge sighed.

Ye Yiyi said: "This movie is an absolute big production, for many people, it's good to show their faces, let alone characters with a few lines?" ”

Fang Ge asked urgently: "Then do I still have a chance?" ”

Ye Miaoyi groaned slightly, "I'll ask again." ”

She comforted Fang Ge again, and then hung up the phone.

"Finished fighting?" A deep, magnetic voice came from the living room.

Ye Miaoyi quickly jumped off the bed and changed into a shirt before walking out of the door.

She hadn't cooked anything in her room since the last time she had boiled the soup and it was all poured out.

The first thing she does when she goes back to the room every day is to light incense, and then make sure that there is not the slightest smell in the room until He Nanjin comes back.

She was still wearing the same pair of slip-ons on her feet, presumably He Nanjin would not be rare for a pair of shoes.

However, when she saw He Nanjin wearing an identical pair of leather slippers the next day, she knew that she was wrong.

She looked at his feet, and then at her own, and felt that something seemed wrong.

She walked to the living room, and He Nanjin was leaning on the sofa with her eyes closed, wrapped in a slim shirt, and her arms resting on the armrests of the sofa at will.

His eyebrows are deep, and when he closes his eyes, his eyelashes are perched like butterfly wings, slender and thick, casting dark shadows on his eye sockets.

He lifted his eyelids, lazily raised his watch to look at it, and said lightly: "Ten minutes." ”

Ye Yi froze in place, looking at him inexplicably.

"I've been waiting for you for ten minutes." He Nanjin repeated.

Ye Yi hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, Mr. He, I didn't hear you come in." ”

People have to bow their heads under the eaves, and Ye Yiyi has practiced it very thoroughly.

He Nanjin glanced at her and said, "Apply a mask for me." ”

After saying that, he closed his eyes again.

Ye Yiyi's face was full of question marks, she was upgraded from a maid to a cook, then from a chef to a nurse, and now it seems that she is going to be upgraded from a nurse to a makeup artist.

She didn't dare to ask anything, didn't dare to say anything, so she immediately started looking for a mask, and finally found two pieces in He Nanjin's special bag for skin care products.

When she saw the packaging, she was shocked, it turned out that this kind of mask, which was comparable to the price of a pure gold mask, was really bought.

Carefully taking out the mask, Ye Mi took a few steps closer and looked at He Nanjin who was sitting on the sofa.

Her gaze ranged from slightly messy bangs to elegant eyebrows and eyes, and then to the outline of a knife carving, and she always felt that she couldn't start.

Faced with such an almost perfect face, she was really worried about her own craftsmanship, and how easily she could pounce on him if she was unsteady on her feet.

"You don't know how to wear a mask?" He Nanjin squinted her eyes and asked.

The lazy, careless voice and scrutinizing eyes made Ye Yiyi feel very uncomfortable, and instantly threw away the concerns just now.

Who doesn't know how to put on a face mask?!

She sat down next to He Nanjin at once, raised her hands and approached his face, and a translucent, essence-soaked and cicada-like film immediately pasted onto He Nanjin's face.

The sudden cold touch made He Nanjin's eyelids tremble slightly, and his eyebrows furrowed, as if he was enduring something.

He felt a little uncomfortable about the wound on his arm after removing his makeup on the set just now, so he hurried back to the hotel, but he didn't feel the wound after a while, but he forgot to ask the makeup artist to apply a mask.