Feng Nai sank his eyes, slid the phone, and locked it.

Then he closed his eyes and let the makeup artist toss around his face.

Actually, neither of them needs to do anything.

It's just a little grooming and a hairstyle.

Of course, costumes are also prepared for the show.

The director thinks that Feng Nai's own private clothes are very OK.

After all, Master Feng, a person who can shoot magazines with a casual poke, even the most inconspicuous bracelet on his wrist is expensive.

Compared to these, what the show provides is really too cheap.

But Mobei is different.

It's not because it's not good-looking.

After all, if Mo Bei casually wears a white shirt, he can send out a clear grass and tree wind.

There will be no character problems.

But the director's eyes knew at a glance that he was a senior face fan.

At least three sets of clothes were prepared for Mobei.

When Mo Bei stood in front of the mirror, his green body was covered with a dark suit jacket, a white T-shirt inside, and a white and transparent cold white complexion on the side face, as if it was a good porcelain jade, which made people just want to look at it again.

Sure enough, her Nanshen was the same as she thought, and she was most suitable for wearing this kind of ascetic suit.

Two people standing together.

It really goes well.

Feng Nai was half a head taller than Mo Bei.

A careless lazy.

A meticulous clarity.

is such a picture, when I do those interactions for a while, I don't poke people's hearts.

The director took a deep breath, and she couldn't help but want to start quickly.

At this time, I don't know who said it.

"Director Wu, Leng Shen, they're here."

Once again, there was some faint turmoil on the backstage side.

Cold God?

Mo Bei's eyebrows twisted slightly.

The one her brother knows?

It doesn't seem to be as simple as recording a show.

The thought just crossed her mind.

Someone from there walked in.

The man was still wearing a battle uniform, his hair was pure black, and the bridge of his nose was very straight, as if he was a little mixed-race, because he was too tall, so he could see it at a glance.

Mo Bei's eyes began to deepen a little as the man approached.

But there was nothing to see on his face.

It's still emotional, so people can't see the slightest inappropriateness.

But only Mobei knows.

This person had seen her brother wear a dress that day.

And he is not the same as Feng Nai.

Feng Nai had never been in contact with her brother before.

We can't meet more than a few times.

It's probably just because they're the bosses at school.

But they didn't fight.

It's not the same to call the cold.

He trained with her brother.

is even more her brother than Lu Yifan.

It's just that Zhao Leng didn't know she existed.

Such people.

How could she not be debunked by him in front of him.

Mo Bei's hand hanging in the sleeve of his suit tightened slightly.

In the eyes of outsiders, she seems to have not changed at all, her figure is slender and clear, and her eyes are very light.

Actually, she was trying to figure out how to deal with it.

Fortunately, her brother said that the last time she saw him in a skirt, she didn't want to see him anymore.

This time if she doesn't take the initiative to speak.

The man probably wouldn't have spoken.

However, there are still things that I didn't expect.

It's just another person.

"Monan, hey, we're meeting again, you're normal this time, don't say, you're quite handsome in a suit."

The person who spoke, Mo Bei didn't know.

But seeing that person was following behind Zhao Leng, and adding the uniform of the same color he was wearing, it was not difficult to judge his identity.

But who the hell is this......