The two quickly made a decision and agreed to sign a labor contract tonight.

Chef Liao successfully completed the "task", happily said goodbye to Nan Xian and Ding He, went back to pack her luggage, and Nan Xian also seized the time to complete the final look.

Diao Yu, who watched the whole process of this dramatic scene, twitched the corners of his mouth fiercely, and his fingers clenched so hard that he almost broke the comb.

The makeup artist carefully took the battle-damaged version of the comb from his hand, and the gossip gaze flickered over him and Nanxian.

I have always heard that He Mingxiao and Yu Lin have an unclear relationship with Nan Xian, and I thought it was just her deliberately hype, but I didn't expect it to be true, and it seems that Yu Lin took the initiative and Nan Xian avoided it! On the first day today, I replaced the sick Lin Jiaojiao to style Nan Xian, and I ate such a hot melon, and I must share it with my friends as soon as I get off work...... No, if you sell this kind of inside information to the paparazzi, won't you be able to make a lot of money?

The makeup artist's mind was active, and he was suddenly caught off guard and met a cold gaze in the mirror, and "Yu Lin" walked behind him at some point and was looking at him faintly.

He was so frightened that he almost dropped his comb on the ground with a trembling hand, and hurriedly retracted his thoughts and concentrated on continuing to be busy.

After the styling was completed, Nan Xian and the others went out to prepare for the recording, and he was the only one left in the room, and the makeup artist breathed a sigh of relief, he raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from the corner of his forehead, and muttered in a low voice:

"It really scared me just now, I didn't expect Yu Lin's kid to be so young, his eyes were actually quite intimidating, as if he could see through what I was thinking, bah, how could this be possible, I don't believe in this kind of gods, ghosts and ghosts......"

He shook his head amusedly, bent down to collect his things, not noticing a shadow slowly rising behind him.

It seemed like it was just a moment, and the chill filled the entire lounge, and the makeup artist felt that something was wrong and wanted to lift up—

A paw rested on his shoulder.

He glanced at him, and he jerked his head up, only to find himself frozen and unable to move anymore.

In front of him was the makeup mirror, and he was shocked to see a giant white fox standing behind him who was taller and stronger than himself, the white fox had a pair of beast eyes as scarlet as blood, staring at him, and the grinning beast's mouth showed a strange arc, as if smiling but not smiling.

There was a "boom" in his mind, his face suddenly turned pale, he was so frightened that he almost went out of his body, the scream was stuck in his throat and couldn't go down, and the whole person trembled like chaff.

Seeing this, the white fox flashed with disdain in his eyes, and opened his mouth to spit out human words.

"Forget everything you just saw."

With each word, the air around him twisted as if it was being scorched by flames, becoming more and more violent, and the white fox's face became hideous and terrifying, like a ferocious beast in ancient mythology, opening the scarlet beast's mouth to bite off the human head.

The makeup artist kept flashing all kinds of bloody pictures in his mind, and his whole body was weak with fear, but his body was frozen, and he couldn't make a sound, so he could only watch the terrifying scene in front of him, and he only wished that he would faint immediately.

As the words fell, he felt a sudden chaos in his mind, as if it had turned into a mass of paste that was constantly being stirred, and then a hand reached out from nowhere and pulled something out of this paste.

He suddenly felt a pain, his eyes suddenly cleared, and he slowly came back to his senses, realizing that he was standing in front of the mirror in a daze.

He blinked, and touched his head in confusion.

"Hey, why am I here? Hiss - it hurts, did I hit it somewhere? ”