After Transmigrating into a Book, I Have an Entire Family of Cannon Fodder

41

"Star, what do you think?"

"... I didn't think about anything."

Hearing the makeup artist's words, Qi Xingchen, who sat in the dressing room waiting for the makeup to be removed, quickly pulled his thoughts out of "Don't let me wait too late": "I'm almost done with my makeup. I don't need to take it off too seriously, do I?"

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"How can that work? If the makeup is not clean, it will block the pores."

The makeup artist helped him remove his makeup and put a mask on his face. "Not only do you have to remove your makeup well, but you also have to apply a mask. Your handsome little face will not be discounted."

"I know, thank you, sister!"

Qi Xingchen nodded and began to tell the makeup artist how cute Xiangxiang was. Xu Sheng, who also finished shooting all the scenes and removing makeup today, also closed his eyes and waited for the makeup artist to come and apply a mask to him.

After waiting for two minutes, the makeup artist did not respond.

"... Don't talk anymore," Xu Sheng waited impatiently and pointed to Qi Xingchen. "Pry it on me quickly so that I can go back to the hotel."

"Ah, I'm sorry, Mr. Xu," the makeup artist apologized in a hurry. "I brought the mask to the stars myself, and I didn't take your share..."

"... Bang!"

Xu Sheng fell off the stool and cursed and left.

Qi Xingchen has lived by himself since he was a child and has a thorough understanding of the world. In the past few days, he often brings takeaways and refreshments to the crew. He is good-looking and has a good personality. In addition, he can do things, so he has become a good time with everyone.

In 15 minutes, he took off the mask and got into his nanny's car. He collapsed on his seat and typed with his mobile phone.

Anran asked, "Xingxing, have you seen Weibo?"

"No," Qi Xingchen was absent-minded. "What's going on now?"

"I've been fighting for the navy all afternoon, and the other party has been fighting hard. If it doesn't work, I guess the company will make a statement."

Qi Xingchen could expect the other party's behavior. The longer the rumors spread, the more people know about it, the more harmful it will be to the parties involved.

After typing the last word, he sent it, and collapsed into a "big" font like a relief.

Anran saw it and was curious: "Who did you send a message to just now?"

"A person who doesn't like vitamin tablets."

"Who is that?"

"No, it's not that he doesn't like vitamins," Qi Xingchen said to himself. "He doesn't like to take any pills."

Anran: "..."

Her artist is crazy, saying something messy.

The nanny car continued to drive to the hotel. On the way, Qi Xingchen asked Lao Liang to stop at the door of a restaurant. The cap mask greeted his face and got off the car fully armed.

Although he is not to the extent that he knows whomever he sees now, it is better to be cautious in extraordinary times.

He found the private room under the guidance of the waiter. The gray-haired teenager was sitting on the other end of the table in a Croxin T-shirt and a bomber's jacket.