Wan Qi was awakened by the noise. Although she was asleep, Wan Qi was actually just in a shallow sleep. When she woke up, the crew had just arrived and the staff were busy decorating the scene.

"Male God, you're awake." Lin Ke waved beside Wan Qi with a small fan, and kept fanning Wan Qi in the wind.

Wan Qi was stunned when she looked at the fan in her hand. She said why she always felt windy when she was sleeping. Although she had strengthened her tolerance for the outside world after becoming a psychic, she did not feel that it was too hot, but Lin Ke was really careful and had good intentions.

Wan Qi reached out to take the fan in her hand. The round plastic fan was printed with various advertisements. The most eye-catching thing on the fancy page was the sentence "Fu Yanjie, it's healthier to wash."

Lin Ke blushed, coughed twice in embarrassment, and hesitated: "This was what I received in a small pharmacy on the street when I was on the way." If she hadn't forgotten to bring the fan, there would be no one on the road. She was afraid that the male god would be hot, so she wouldn't have to pick these up. What's even more bizarre is that she, a flower-like girl, actually squeezed into a large group of old grandparents, and lined up in a long line.

Wan Qi smiled, didn't say anything, his eyes drifted to the prop set ten meters away, and then walked over and when he came back, he held a few of the most common brown thin linens in his hand.

Lin Ke looked curious, what is the male god doing?

Wan Qi clamped the hemp rope and tied a knot at the fan handle ring. His wrist shaking slightly, and the hemp rope in his hand was wrapped around the fan in a very regular circle. Sometimes she stopped to tie a knot, and occasionally added a few more ropes to it. After a while, the hemp rope was tightly placed on the fan, tightly wrapping it around, completely wrapping the entire fan surface and the fan handle.

Wan Qi weaved the last few long ropes that he dragged out a few more times. In the blink of an eye, a Chinese knot hung at the tail of the fan, forming a beautiful fan pendant.

Wan Qi reached out and handed the finished fan to Lin Ke, who had been stunned for a long time.

"Send you."

Lin Ke took it over blankly. Her male god actually had this skill!

She tossed and turned, couldn't let go, and she loved her more and more.

The originally fancy fan was blocked, and the ordinary brown hemp ropes were woven with a bit of literary atmosphere. What surprised Lin Ke the most was that there were words on both sides of the fan! The fonts made of thin hemp ropes were flying and phoenix, which was grand and beautiful. On one hand, it was written as "Shen Hand Makeup Girl" and "Lin Ke".

Lin Ke was stunned for a moment and looked at Wan Qi.

Wan Qi's gentle expression made the person being watched suddenly have an illusion, as if she was her beloved lover.

"I think you are very talented in makeup. I know a senior who is superb in his first-hand makeup skills and was once called the 'God-hand makeup girl'. Lin Ke, I hope you can catch up with her and replace her with this title."

Although the people around her did not object to her learning to put on makeup, no one thought she would continue on this road, including her parents, who only regarded makeup as her interest. After all, the daughter of the great director Hu Qinghe has a bright future. No matter how good the makeup is, what can she do? She is still a makeup artist.

No one knows how much she loves makeup. In her eyes, this is not just a technique. Isn’t makeup and art, singing actually the same? They are just pursuing beauty, but the form of expression is different. So why is singing, art called literary creation, but makeup is just a technique of "modifying skin"?

If she wants, she can create the most beautiful side for everyone!

Wan Qi's soft voice came again in his ears: "This knot is a traditional knot, meaning a bunch of flowers and a bright future."

Lin Ke's heart moved. She had been hiding for so long that she didn't even see through her closest mother. She was actually discovered by the male god?

Lin Ke tightened the small and delicate knot in his palm, raised his head and eyes full of firmness, and the deep dimples on his cheeks filled with two deep smiles.

"I will work hard, but the male god promised me, would it be good to let me be your chief makeup artist when I become famous?"

The girl's expectation was full of hope, but Wan Qi felt a little embarrassed when he looked at it. Although it was sincere to give a fan, the words and fan buttons on the fan could not help but have some selfishness. She originally wanted to point out Lin Ke's words and push them, but she didn't expect to directly attract a general for herself.

There are not many such simple girls, so I should keep them beside me and protect them.

Wan Qixin was so shameless that she immediately threw away a little guilt in her heart and showed a sincere smile to Lin Ke: "Don't wait to become famous, it's OK now. I believe in your ability."

Wan Qi's smile was like spring flowers blooming in the garden, bright and dazzling, suppressing a lot of the lights in the room, giving people the illusion of dawn. For a moment, everyone in the crew looked straight, and Hu Qinghe shouted in the distance, looking unhappy: "Stop watching, work!"

After that, he shouted at Wan Qi's direction again: "Don't laugh."

This brat is really, it’s not enough to harm everyone in the crew, but also harm his daughter. Why is a boy so beautiful? He’s a witch?

Thinking back then... I was much handsomer than him.

As Director Hu’s confidant Yu Qingtao glanced at his expression and immediately guessed Hu Qinghe’s inner monologue, and continued to complain in his heart: It’s a pity that time is a killer.

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The second update today ~

Time is a killer... and he ruined the handsome Ah Jin.

A Jin can do that fan, but he won’t do that word (laughing and crying)
Chapter completed!