Yan Yao pursed her lips and thanked her with a smile, and then concentrated on letting the makeup artist start putting on her makeup.

Cheng Qianxin didn't need to try to chat with Yan Yao anymore, and after sitting on the sofa for a while, she suddenly said, "Yan Yao, my agent found me a makeup artist again, and I asked her to come here and make up for me." ”

Cheng Qianxin didn't use an inquiring tone, so Yan Yao didn't find a chance to refuse.

In fact, she didn't understand why Cheng Qianxin had to stay in her studio, this place was not very big, after all, it was temporarily found abroad, and it was not as good as the conditions in China.

The two of them are crammed into a dressing room and it is very cramped to make up, and Cheng Qianxin can go back to her original place as she wants.

Yan Yao had already determined in her heart that Cheng Qianxin was likely to dig a pit for her again, so she kept an eye in her heart and paid attention to Cheng Qianxin's movements, and also held her mobile phone in her hand to send a text message to the assistant to ask her to pay more attention to the dress.

Because after thinking about it, if Cheng Qianxin wants to do something, the best thing to start with should be the dress.

When the assistant received Yan Yao's message, he secretly made an "OK" gesture to Yan Yao like an agent joint, and then began to stare at the dress with burning eyes.

After Cheng Qianxin's makeup artist came over, he immediately began to put on Cheng Qianxin's makeup, without saying a word of nonsense.

And Cheng Qianxin seemed to be immersed in the process of preparing for makeup, and she didn't think a little bit about it halfway.

Just when Yan Yao thought that maybe Cheng Qianxin wouldn't be a demon when she was putting on makeup, the assistant suddenly exclaimed, followed by a loud sound of the glass cover smashing on the ground.

Yan Yao replied immediately, and saw the assistant taking a hand of foundation and glaring at Cheng Qianxin's makeup artist, "What are you doing?" Intentionally, isn't it? ”

The makeup artist bent down again and again to apologize, looking sincerely frightened, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I wanted to go to the bathroom to wash the puff and prepare to put on makeup for Sister Cheng." ”

She was still clutching the puff on one hand, but the other was empty, and the liquid foundation that was still in her hand just now smashed on the ground, and the powdery white paste splashed in all directions, and the assistant was rubbed a large piece of liquid foundation on her hand because she tried to pick it up.

The assistant didn't bother to listen to the makeup artist's argument at all, so he wiped his hands casually and began to inspect the dress.

Because Yan Yao had the right angle, she could clearly see a piece of foundation that was splashed on the bottom of the haze blue skirt.

Soon the assistant also saw the foundation, and his expression suddenly became even more angry, "It's spilled!" What do you say now? Can you be responsible? ”

The makeup artist looked at the piece of foundation with an embarrassed face, as if she was about to cry, and frequently looked back at Cheng Qianxin.

And Cheng Qianxin stood up, looked at her skirt with surprise on her face, and then conveyed her apologies to Yan Yao with her eyes.

And Yan Yao faced such a situation, I don't know why there was a kind of calm in her heart that "what should come will always come".

The assistant knew that it was useless to blame the makeup artist now, and he also felt guilty that he was not optimistic, and looked at Yan Yao, "Yan Yao, what should I do now?" ”

Yan Yao waved her hand weakly, she was already out of temper, "Go and ask Sister Guan to see if you can borrow another dress?" ”

The assistant said yes, and Yan Yao looked at the staff in the studio who was in charge of her makeup and hair, "Let's see if we can find a way to wash the foundation on the dress." ”

The staff is a foreigner, and Yan Yao's foreign language is very pure, after listening to it, a faint surprise appeared on his face, and then he also said in a foreign language: "This is not good, the fabric of the dress is basically a material that cannot be washed, and it can only be sent back to the brand for the brand to take care of itself." ”

Yan Yao could only sigh in her heart, and Cheng Qianxin seemed to be a little emotional with guilt, so she actually stopped the makeup artist from putting on her makeup, and walked over to Yan Yao and said, "Yan Yao, I'm sorry, I would have gone back to my own studio to make up." ”

Faced with Cheng Qianxin's hypocrisy, Yan Yao looked at her, and her tone finally showed a little sharpness, "It's okay, but it's still too late for you to go back now." ”

Cheng Qianxin was stunned for a moment, and at this time, the assistant came back after making a call, her expression was still solemn, "Sister Guan said that she had to think of a way, and she might not be able to borrow it." ”

So Cheng Qianxin didn't seem to hear Yan Yao's words, not only did she not get angry, but offered to help, "Actually, I borrowed two dresses at one time, why don't I give you one first?" ”

Yan Yao turned her head to look at Cheng Qianxin, a little unbelievable that she would be so kind to lend her another dress after going to such great lengths to stain her dress.

Yan Yao didn't speak, Cheng Qianxin paused for a moment, and added: "But with my ability, that dress may not be as good as Yan Yao's one, it's just a little-known small brand." ”

From the international first-line high-end dress to a small brand, the gap is not a big one.

Could this be Cheng Qianxin's purpose?

Yan Yao looked at Cheng Qianxin's expression, and then showed a happy look, "Okay." ”

Cheng Qianxin breathed a sigh of relief, as if she felt that helping Yan Yao was to atone for a little sin, "Then I'll send it over immediately." ”

She took out her mobile phone and typed it cracklingly, while Yan Yao looked at it coldly, not knowing what tricks Cheng Qianxin would play.

After a while, Cheng Qianxin seemed to have finished communicating with her team, raised her head, and looked apologetic again that made Yan Yao full of ominous premonitions, "I'm sorry Yan Yao, my team thought I wasn't wearing this dress today, and I was already on my way to return the clothes." If you want to send it back, it is estimated that it will be more than 7 o'clock in the evening. ”

When the assistant heard this, he was relieved, "Just catch up, didn't Fashion Week start at half past seven?" ”

No, of course not.

Yan Yao looked at Cheng Qianxin with a solemn expression, and said with regret on her face: "No, the notice time of Fashion Week today has been advanced to seven o'clock." ”

The assistant's face that had just let go of his breath fell again, and the corners of Yan Yao's mouth pulled out a sneer.

It turns out that Cheng Qianxin got this idea? Soiling her dress, not only to make her wear a dress from a small brand, but also to make her late for Fashion Week.

Maybe the atmosphere in the studio at this time was too depressing, Cheng Qianxin suddenly read Yan Yao's sentence that she had to let her go, and hurriedly said: "I've already asked people to send it over, Yan Yao is sorry, I still won't bother you, I'll go back to my own studio." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Yan Yao to say anything, he hurriedly left with his own people, leaving only a mess in Yan Yao's studio.

The assistant gritted his teeth in anger, "Who is this?" I think they're here on purpose! ”

Compared with the assistant, Yan Yao's mood was much calmer, "Yes, of course she came on purpose." ”