novellhall Chapter 160 Sick Brother (29) [1 more]
Chapter 160 Sick Brother (29) [1 more]
Chapter 160 Sick Brother (29) [One more]
Chapter 174
Although An Mo has no confidence in this shooting, she has An Huaiyu as a big backer behind her. The so-called shade under the big tree is good, and the shooting results are good or bad. She doesn't have the slightest pressure. up.
Sitting quietly on a chair to put on makeup, from time to time peeking through the mirror at Lango behind him and the two sitting lazily on the sofa staring at each other, An Mo filled up more pictures with great interest, secretly sighing that the ignorant are fearless Well, this is the first time she has seen someone silently yelling at her brother in a mighty and unyielding manner.
"Brother Chi!" Trying to hold back the corners of his mouth that wanted to rise, An Moshu heard Lange scream in a high-pitched voice: "Why are you here? Please sit down, please——"
The voice stopped abruptly, and the photographer Lange stared at the two people on the sofa who were exuding a strong aura for no reason for a long time, and finally lost the battle. You move the sofa..."
The man called "Brother Chi" stood at the door. An Mo couldn't rely on the mirror to see even a little bit of his appearance, and his curiosity kept rising, like a kitten scratching its heart with its paws. The tail stood up straight and plucked at the throat.
The footsteps approached, and the man remained silent. An Mo, who was closing his eyes and applying eyeshadow, pricked up his ears carefully to hear something, but when he opened his eyes again, he was startled.
The figure of the man has already appeared in the mirror. He is meticulously dressed in a royal blue suit. According to visual inspection, he is about 190 tall, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and a standard nine-headed body; his short platinum-blond hair is combed back. The fixed hair looked docile and smooth, and before An Mo saw his face clearly, he was infected by a strong abstinence temperament.
It took only a moment to open her eyes. After drawing one eye, there was another one. An Mo was still guessing about the man's appearance. If he dared to wear that hairstyle, he would definitely not be so ugly. Immediately, a deep, numb voice sounded in her ears. Voice: "The pair of strawberry studs are more suitable than the cherry pendant."
An Mo's breathing stopped, his closed eyelids trembled, and he couldn't wait to see the man's face clearly.
If An Huaiyu's deep voice is like a magnetic cello, then this man's voice is like a saxophone with more aftertaste, which is unforgettable and endless aftertaste.
Sensing the departure of the eyeshadow brush, An Mo slowly opened his eyes, trying to see the man's facial features more clearly in the mirror, but when he got closer, he could only see the enlarged waist and the buttons on the suit jacket.
The makeup artist seemed very flattered by the man's suggestion. The hand that was changing An Mo's accessories kept shaking. At a certain moment, the shaking became larger, and An Mo couldn't help but gasped because his ear was hurt.
"I'll do it." A familiar and unquestionable tone sounded behind him, and the makeup artist Dao Guoqian immediately backed away, but An Mo looked back only to find that An Huaiyu had come behind him at some point, and was vaguely blocking "" In front of "Brother Chi", to block the other party from getting close to him.
An Mo felt it was funny, and waved his hand: "Forget it, brother, how could you do this, and you still ripped off my ears." Ignoring his brother's big black face, An Mo said to himself: "It's still -"
The second half of the sentence "I'll wear it myself" before I could say it, was interrupted by another unquestionable tone: "Let me come, after all, it was because of me."
Brother Lang, who was anxiously waiting beside him and had no chance to interrupt, finally had the space to express himself, and hurried over and raised his signature orchid finger in a soft flattering voice: "Oh, how can I bother you to do such a trivial thing, I Just come and help Miss An wear it." After saying that, he glared at the makeup artist with some complaints.
An Mo took advantage of the time when the three of them were scrambling to secretly look at this man who seemed to have a high status. He was indeed very handsome, but he was of mixed race. His blue pupils were like a vast ocean, and the man who stared at him was slightly dissatisfied. Shen will be addicted to it, deep and charming.
"Miss An, you just said something..." The makeup artist nudged An Mo, pulling her back from the vortex to reality.
Only then did she suddenly realize that the atmosphere around her was inexplicably serious. It seemed that her brother and the beautiful half-race boy were... confronting each other?Brother Lang stood aside with a sad face, opening and closing his lips to try to persuade him, but he didn't dare to open his mouth.
"Brother, what are you doing?" An Mo walked over and hugged An Huaiyu's arm. She could feel that her brother's mood was very unstable, and he was definitely angry.
This action made the mixed-race handsome man frown slightly and then quickly retracted it. An Huaiyu, who had keenly caught this change, instantly became more gloomy, his muscles tensed up, and he was about to strike if he said something wrong.
"Isn't it just an earring, I can just wear it myself." An Mo shook An Huaiyu's arm, discussing it half coquettishly.
"No."
"No."
The two men retorted in unison, and then took a deep look at each other. An Huaiyu lowered his head and rubbed his sister's hair. I don't know if it was a habit or a declaration of sovereignty: "You have never worn these things before, and you are not as good as me." Come wear it."
An Mo's ears were pierced during the first photo shoot, and the makeup artist has always put on the accessories for her. With this body, she really shouldn't be able to wear them.
The beautiful mixed-race man on the other side explained unhurriedly under the astonished gazes of the photographer and others: "In the end, it was all because of me. I put it on for you as an apology."
An Huaiyu simply ignored the other party this time, hugged his sister into his arms and continued to rub her hair, keeping silent.
An Mo, however, couldn't stand his brother's behavior any longer, and struggled away from his embrace, saying in disgust, "Brother, you messed up my hair." Then he smiled politely at the beautiful mixed-race man, "You don't have to worry about that, Not to mention apologizing, it's too serious."
Fearing that the man would start chatting with his younger sister, An Huaiyu immediately took over the words: "If your hairstyle is messed up, please sit down, and I will put the earrings on for you first."
In the next second, the beautiful man of mixed race reached out to stop An Huaiyu: "You haven't worn it before, it will hurt her."
An Huaiyu's first reaction was to fight back immediately, "This is my sister, of course I should do it", but the words spun around his lips but swallowed them again. He was really afraid of hurting An Mo, with such a small pierced ear , how can I wear it well, in case my hands shake or get stuck somewhere else...
"That's why I'm here." The half-race handsome man said again.
"No." An Huaiyu immediately refused, resolutely not allowing strange men to get close to her precious sister, especially this kind of flamboyance with evil intentions, human face and animal heart, and a good skin!
An Mo sighed helplessly, didn't he just wear earrings, why did he make such trouble: "Why don't you ask the makeup artist to wear them for me?"
"No."
"No."
It was a unanimous refusal.
Thanks to my friends for the recommendation votes. The display this time is a bit messy and incomplete, so I won’t post it.To be honest, I’m very happy that there are so many tickets that not all of them can be displayed... [face covering]
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(End of this chapter)