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Chapter 51 Doing Styling
Yan Qingqing received a call from Mu Yiheng early on Sunday morning.

She is a star person who will die if she doesn't stay up late, and she is basically on the verge of sudden death when she receives such a call.

Opening the phone, it was the screen saver that was just changed yesterday.

An emoji.

It reads "Sleep, sleep, dog's life matters".

She felt particularly slapped.

Get up at seven o'clock, and the dog's life is basically at risk.

The Naihe Chamber of Commerce starts at nine o'clock. Before that, she has to complete many tasks such as washing, eating, making up, changing clothes, and hairstyle.

Waking up at seven o'clock was Mu Yiheng's mercy.

Struggling to get up, Su Yan rolled to the hotel where Mu Yiheng was staying, there was already a room full of people waiting for her.

Yan Qingqing let others point fingers at her and drag her around.

"Miss, close your eyes."

Yan Qingwei obediently closed her eyes, taking the opportunity to catch up on sleep.

"Miss, lift your neck."

She raised her head and felt a chill on her neck.

Yan Weiwei trembled all over, opened his hazy eyes and looked down at his neck, there was a string of sparkling diamond necklaces.

This necklace looks a little familiar.

Although she has never worn it, she seems to have seen it somewhere.

"Mu Yiheng," Yan gently stroked the facets of the diamond, pouted, "I remember this necklace from your grandma, right?"

Mu Yiheng was sitting in front of the mirror letting the stylist blow his hair, he didn't hear what she was saying, only heard her calling him.

He glanced back, a look of amazement flashed in his eyes, he narrowed his eyes, smiled slightly, and told her with his mouth: "It's very beautiful."

Yan Qing said: "..."

I tell you about necklaces, you tell me about styles, I tell you about grandma, and you tell me about looks.

Not on the same channel at all.

……

The stylist gave her a ball head loosely tied up, with tiny diamonds falling around it, leaving two strands of hair on both sides of her cheeks, curled into a slight arc.

When she raised her head occasionally, she was as clean as an elf with pointed ears.

It is true that her ears are not sharp, but the little mole under her eyes makes this "elf" come alive.

Yan Weiqing was very satisfied with the mole that was dotted with waterproof eyeliner, and looked in the mirror for a long time.

The makeup artist is more satisfied with his own work, and can't wait to see the afternoon with the little girl in his arms.

"I've never seen such a good-looking little girl. Why don't you just make your debut like Yiheng, and you'll definitely be popular."

She also controls this agile style very well.

The problem is that when she came, she was still without makeup, wearing a school uniform, which was simply synonymous with innocence.

This kind of girl with changeable styles and a tenth level of plain makeup is simply a scarce resource.

Yan Qingqing refused, "My family won't let me, and I have higher pursuits."

If she dared to make her debut quietly, she would definitely break her legs if she said too much.

Needless to say, literally.

The stylist, a young, capable woman, looked her up and down.

Seeing it, Yan Weiwei was terrified.

She took a champagne-colored dress from a stand-up hanger, "Go and change."

Yan Weiwei obeyed her, and obediently went into the bathroom to change clothes.

Through the frosted glass, she also heard Mu Yiheng talking to the stylist.

"Sister Li, cherish that moment just now, it may be the pinnacle of your life."

Sister Li: "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I've never heard anyone dare to talk to her like that, and I think it's quite strange."

Mu Yiheng didn't say much, and started humming a song.

I have heard all his songs, but not this one.

Probably the new song released by the team recently.

After changing her clothes and coming out of the bathroom, she was still fiddling with her skirt.

"Don't move!" Sister Li stopped her.

Yan lightly paused and raised his head in a daze.

(End of this chapter)