Doomsday boss aspires to the top of the entertainment industry

Chapter 81 Makeup Photos

Qin Jue had New Year’s Eve dinner with the fans on the other side of the screen.

Half of the dishes were ordered in advance, and the other half were cooked by herself. Her cooking skills are not very good, but the funny thing is that the dishes she cooks are no different from the take-out meals. They taste the same in the mouth.

It's boring.

Qin Jue finished eating with a smile.

When it was almost midnight, she stood up and showed the fireworks outside the window.

【Wuhu! Happy New Year!】

[I wish Lang Lang a successful career in the new year!!]

【Happy New Year~Does Little Wolf have any New Year's wishes?】

Qin Jue's face appeared in a corner of the live broadcast, and he smiled lightly:

"World peace?"

【Good guy】

【As expected of you 2333】

She smiled, did not explain, said goodbye to everyone at a few o'clock, and turned off the live broadcast.

There are no lights on in the room.

Qin Jue leaned on the window edge and jumped lightly, sitting down by the window.

Mentality has always been a mysterious thing. After returning from Dr. Lu, she has tried to relax herself as much as possible to prevent her way of thinking from appearing too mature.

Even so, while quietly looking at the lights in the distance, she couldn't help but sigh that the peaceful era was so good.

Compared with before, there is no sense of relief, just a rather complicated emotion expressed by an old man who has experienced the smoke and fire of war.

After all, who in the apocalypse still remembers the days? He escaped death this time during the New Year, and will move camp next time. There are new emergencies and crises every day. The most common reunion is to die together.

"Little fox, call the deputy captain and Qi'er..."

As soon as the words came out, Qin Jue was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.

Alas, habits become natural.

She closed her eyes, leaned her head against the glass and stayed quiet for a while, then stood up and jumped down.

"A Ran, do you want a red envelope?"

In the kitchen, Qin Jue washed away the foam on the dishes and chopsticks and asked with a smile.

"Well——"

The considerate Moriran, who had not made any noise just now, thought seriously for a few seconds, "I've already given it to you!"

Qin Jue knew in his heart that she was referring to the strength of his soul, so he smiled and said:

"That's really three years without opening, and three years after opening."

Then asked: "Where is he?"

"I ate it too!" Mori Ran snorted and smiled, "Three years and three years, A Ran received six years of red envelopes!"

Qin Jue smiled and nodded.

It seems that her dog finally no longer suffers from the overload of soul strength. In this case, she is relieved.

During the time when she and her daughter did not come back, from the age of fourteen to twenty-four, he had worked hard.

After wiping his hands, Qin Jue stopped playing riddles and returned to the familiar steel bed alone.

"Abba, your current state is not suitable for entering the film and television space." Mori Ran reminded in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter." Qin Jue fastened the restraint belt, "As an actor, you have to be in the show."

Some past moments flashed back before her eyes.

Thanks to the reminder from fans, after watching those videos, she recalled a little bit of herself decades ago.

"That's a good idea."

Qin Jue smiled and moved his head to a comfortable position.

Wouldn't it be possible to experience the past a few more times to help her find a mentality more suitable for this age group?

…….

Forget it, it’s pointless to deceive yourself and others.

The smile on Qin Jue's face faded away little by little.

"Let's get started."

She said softly.

Entering the drama and looking for a mentality are nothing more than excuses.

It's just that the thorn has been stuck in the pit of my heart all year round. I thought it had healed long ago, but I didn't expect it would still hurt.

Fortunately, there is Mori Ran.

This way, she doesn't have to slowly tear off her nails and make her fingers become pitted.

Senran didn't say anything to persuade him, and took Qin Jue's consciousness into the film and television space.

The actual scene is rippling and changing like water, and it is fixed on Qin Jingsheng's irritable face.

……

In mid-February, the crew of "Daytime Rain" resumed work.

He Chang traveled for a week to announce New Year's Eve. He only rested in his hometown for a day and a half on New Year's Eve and rushed back to Ni Province early.

The production team headed by He Xu arrived earlier, and things were 90% taken care of. By the time the actors arrived one after another, filming was just about to start.

He Chang shivered and got out of the nanny's car. The thick down jacket made him look like a fat seal from a distance. When he walked into the shed with fast and broken steps, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The studio is a temporary filming studio that was requisitioned from a garage. It is equipped with background cloth and lighting for the actors to take makeup photos.

He Chang took off his coat layer by layer next to the warm air. He is weak and is afraid of the cold. Now his face is red from the cold and his eyelashes are frosted. The person in charge of today's photo shoot asked the makeup artist to stand by first.

"Okay, sorry."

He Chang trembled and thanked her repeatedly, holding the warm baby and rubbing his face repeatedly.

I was not idle during the process of recovering my body temperature. I glanced here and there, trying to find a familiar figure.

"Sister Xu, isn't Teacher Qin here?"

He Chang hesitated for a moment, then turned to ask the makeup artist.

During the Chinese New Year, he and Qin Jue discussed their rivalry on Feixun. The other party sent him a whole compressed package, which included everything from character biographies to plot analysis of the script, with the postscript "You can use it as a reference." This understatement scared He Chang half to death.
After struggling repeatedly, I asked anxiously, "I don't know how to thank Teacher Qin." The other end only replied:

"If you hold me back, I'll kill you."

He Chang:!!!

Then he added: "Just kidding."

He Chang:......

嘤.

My little sweetheart.

Although he was "intimidated", he must be grateful for this real help. He Chang knew how to repay his kindness, so he looked for Qin Jue as soon as he entered the door.

But for some reason, makeup artist Xu Ying also trembled subconsciously after hearing his question.

"What about."

Xu Ying put on a forced smile and pointed weakly.

He Chang looked along blankly.

Where?

He squinted his eyes and searched carefully among the group of people, then suddenly looked away and shuddered suddenly.

Although he only saw it for a moment, the visual impression of this moment was deeply imprinted on his retina, and He Chang was so shocked that he took two deep breaths.

He was an extremely thin young man with short light brown hair, a dark red sweater paired with gray-blue sweatpants, legs as thin as sticks, ankles exposed, and pale complexion.

He sat quietly on the bench, with his back hunched and shaking his legs. His aura was very ordinary. Apart from his slightly sickly skin, there was nothing eye-catching about his appearance. To put it bluntly, such people can be seen everywhere. Just take a look.

You know the level of "Oh, this person is a scum from the bottom of society".

From that silhouette, people can think of many keywords. For example, "poor grades", "not good at studying", "bastard", "loser", etc., with almost no modification, you can become a parent educating your children.

negative material.

But these are not what scare He Chang the most.

When he looked at Qin Jue, no, when he looked at Mo Sen, the man turned his head slowly, as if an ordinary person had slowly noticed the gaze of others.

On that face with makeup, the eyebrows are thick and messy, the eyelids are bulging, the ends of the eyes are turned down, and the brows are habitually wrinkled, forming a very common depression above the bridge of the nose. The distance between the eyebrows, eyes, and the bridge of the nose is very close, and it is not obvious.

Weird, but it adds a sense of gloomy oppression for no reason. When you look at the person, it will give people the illusion that he/she is being stared at.

The skin quality is not good, including the two nasolabial folds that look aged. The cheekbones are slightly high, the cheeks are thin and sunken, and the lips are a dark purple color that is very conspicuous on the white skin, giving a stronger sense of sickness.

From his face to his figure, from his clothes to his temperament, he is extremely ordinary. He is gloomy and cold. Even if he suddenly falls to the ground while walking, everyone will say - "Ah, this kind of person really can't survive", and then or

Passing by in a hurry, or kindly calling the police and asking someone to collect the body.

He Chang lowered his head tremblingly, and squeezed the still hot Nuan Bao tightly with both hands.

He memorized the script and knew why.

We also know what kind of person Mo Sen was before he was hurt.

At that time, like any ordinary boy in high school, he didn't like studying very much. He had a smile on his face, and his eyes would light up when he talked about the games and stars he was interested in.

Guilt and fear gripped He Chang's heart, squeezing him so hard that he could hardly breathe.

Tian Gang is the last snowflake.

The avalanche of campus bullying buried Mawson into the cold abyss, making him what he is now.

He is the victim.

So does Tian Gang.

He is the perpetrator.

So does Tian Gang.

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