After nibbling on the apple, taking out a handkerchief paper and wiping her hands, Wen Yueling smiled and said, "Let me see what your dress looks like, I can decide what makeup to put on you."

Song Huanxi was as good as a stream, and was about to take out the dress, but Wen Yueling stopped her again: "Let's go to your house!" Dress first, then put on makeup, so that you don't have to make your clothes dirty!"

Song Huanxi nodded, that's true, the last time he made a cameo appearance as an Arab beauty, he also put on clothes first and then put on makeup.

Wen Yueling's house was a little far away from her house, and the two of them took a dingding car and it took more than half an hour to arrive.

Song Huanyun hasn't come back yet, and Song Huanxi is not worried, the second child only likes to fight wits and courage with her, and she is still more reliable when she is doing her right thing.

After entering the bedroom and changing her skirt, even if Wen Yueling saw more beautiful costumes, she couldn't help but widen her eyes and look amazing, she grabbed Song Huanxi's hand and turned around a few times in a row.

Song Huanxi realized that when she turned in a circle, her skirt was flying, as if she was surrounded by layers of waves.

Wen Yueling praised: "This skirt is very suitable for dancing!"

Song Huanxi nodded in agreement, she was in the church school, rehearsing dramas, and learned a little bit of the basics of Western dance, but she was not going to sacrifice ugliness tonight.

Wen Yueling looked at it again and said with a smile: "This skirt is westernized, which is a bit incompatible with your classical beauty's temperament, I'll try to deepen your silhouette and make your facial features look more three-dimensional——"

Song Huanxi blinked and said sincerely, "Sister Ling, you are so talented! The owner of this skirt is a mixed-race beauty with three-dimensional facial features!"

Wen Yueling laughed, "Then it seems that we are in the right direction! Come on, this makeup will probably take a long time!"

Priming, powdering, blush and eyeshadow are especially laborious, and the bridge of the nose is highlighted -

An hour later, Song Huanxi looked at herself in the mirror, a little incredulous-

It doesn't look like she originally imagined that she was wearing heavy makeup like the Arab beauty she had played.

The makeup is not thick, but the facial features look different!

Song Huanxi got close to the mirror, observed for a long time, and gradually reacted: This is to deepen the contour of the facial features!

If her original facial features were like a hilly area, more delicate, then now she is a mountain rising from the ground, three-dimensional and distinct.

She was beautiful and gentle before, but now she has added a bit of heroism and heroism.

Song Huanxi excitedly praised, "Sister Ling! You're so powerful, you're just turning decay into magic!"

Wen Yueling smiled dumbly: "How can it be so magical! It's better for you, I'm just icing on the cake!"

"By the way, what is this?"

Wen Yueling curiously held up the paper bag, which was originally in the dress bag.

Song Huanxi glanced at it and said with a smile, "It's a few violetes, I'm going to wear them on my head to decorate them."

Wen Yueling sighed, opened the paper bag, looked at the three small violets, a whimsical idea suddenly popped up, she raised her head suddenly, and looked at Song Huanxi: "Ah Huan! How about we make violets into earrings?"

Song Huanxi was stunned: "How to do it?"

Wen Yueling rubbed her hands excitedly: "Just leave it to me!"

As she spoke, she took out a pair of earring clips from her makeup case, removed the pearls on them, and took out two thin fishing lines, carefully threaded them through the pedicles, and then tied them to the ear clips.

In the blink of an eye, a pair of flower drop earrings was made.

Song Huanxi looked at it with a good eye, and the moment the earrings were completed, her eyes lit up: "Sister Ling, how can you do anything, it's amazing!"

Wen Yueling smiled: "We don't just paint our faces with makeup, especially when we are in costume dramas, we also have to put on hair accessories for the actors, these jingling things are easy to damage, you can't buy a new one if you can't break it, and over time, you will make some small things yourself!"

What a champion!

Song Huanxi sighed in his heart, and he did not hesitate to praise him, and the boastful Wenyue Ling's heart was full of joy, and he started to pull a princess's head for him: take each sideburn

Some of the hair was tied up at the back of the head, the rest of the hair was rolled into long curls, and finally, a third violet was pinned.

Song Huanxi held her breath and looked at herself in the mirror, just like a Western princess walking down from a medieval oil painting.

In the next second, Song Huanyun screamed and jumped over, jumping around her like a big horse monkey, and it could be seen that the second child wanted to touch her, but he was afraid of being beaten.

Well, the second child's hunch is right, if she dares to get started, Song Huanxi will dare to do it - it has nothing to do with what she wears!

Wen Tsai stood timidly at the door, tilted his head and looked at it again, his immature face was full of doubts, obviously, Wen Yueling's makeup was too successful, which made Wen Tsai completely confused: This sister who looks very much like the eldest sister is not the eldest sister!

Song Huanxi smiled dumbly, squatted down slightly, and stretched out his hand: "Wen Zai, it's my sister!"

Wen Zai's eyes lit up, and he rushed like a small cannonball, but when he was about to rush into Song Huanxi's arms, he stopped, carefully touched the hem of his skirt, and looked up at Song Huanxi: "It's so beautiful!"

Tong Yan is the most unscrupulous and the most real, and Song Huanxi's smile is even bigger: "Wen Tsai is also very handsome!"

Song Huanyun hurriedly said, "What about me, what about me?!"

Song Huanxi: "......"

Wen Tsai had already preemptively replied: "The second sister is not as good-looking as the eldest sister!"

Song Huanyun: "......"

Wen Yueling couldn't help but laugh when she watched from the side, and giggled: "Ah Huan, your brother and sister are so interesting!"

Song Huanxi shook her head helplessly, pulled the puffing dick over, and pointed to the pouting girl in the mirror: "Look at it yourself, do you think it's good-looking?"

Song Huanyun glanced at the mirror, then turned her face, Gu Jing felt sorry for herself for a moment, and burst into a smile: "It's good-looking!"

After a pause, she added, "At least it's better looking than Chen Jiazhu!"

This time, Wen Tsai nodded without rebuttal.

Well, the second sister is not as good as the eldest sister, but she is definitely better than the people outside!

The aesthetics of the little boy are as simple as that, and they are completely arranged according to the distance between the near and the close.

Seeing that the hour was not early, Song Huanxi sent the second child to cook again, and stayed with Wen Yueling to eat together.

After eating, Wen Yueling said goodbye and left.

The sky gradually darkened, but Pei Yuanyang never appeared, Song Huanxi knew that most Western-style dinners were late, but now it was past seven o'clock, and if Pei Yuanyang didn't come to pick her up, he would be really late.

Song Huanxi took a deep breath, put her anxious mood aside, took out a pen and paper, and began to record what she had seen and heard this week - this is also a habit she developed after realizing that her shortcomings lie in her lack of experience.

Clear Water Bay set.

In the huge studio, there was silence, and it was even darker in the originally lively studio.

Only the office building was brightly lit, but not a sound came out.

Pei Yuanyang held the first draft of the script of the Red Mansion, and a group of directors and editors were not out of the atmosphere, waiting for the results of the boss's review.