Good Wife of Rebirth

"Tian Qingning, we have to hurry, we are in a hurry," Fang Lin stood at the door and urged, when her eyes fell on her fingers, she slightly raised the corners of her lips, "Remember the time," she said, turned around and left, only

The sound of high heels was like stepping on Tian Qingning's heart, one after another, the pressure was very heavy

Tian Qingning closed her eyes slightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly. Then she cruelly tore off the gauze on her finger, revealing the extremely long wound on her finger.

"Here, are you okay? Are you injured?" When the model saw her fingers, she asked worriedly. If you are injured, you cannot touch them, otherwise you may get infected.

"It's okay, thank you," Tian Qingning took the foundation and endured the pain from her fingers. She was still the first person here who cared about her, and now that she was here, she would not give up.

A little bit of sweat broke out on her good forehead, and even her face became much whiter. The pain in her fingers continued. She wanted to ignore it, but she couldn't. People can get used to pain, but they can never numb the pain.

However, her hands kept moving. After putting on makeup, she was still doing her hair. Sometimes she would spray hairspray on her fingers before doing her hair. It was an indescribable pain.

Her fingers had been soaked and turned a little white. The wounds, which were not good in the first place, were now turned outwards. The flesh inside could be vaguely seen, and some thick water even leaked out.

She bit her lip, trying not to let herself cry or shout.

Sixteen models, a total of sixteen. By the time she finished putting on makeup, five hours had passed. She was trembling with her fingers, as if she was exhausted. She was hiding in the corner to rest, and her lips were constantly trembling.

, Tired, hungry, thirsty, and in pain, she hid her fingers in her sleeves, and then turned around. Not far away, it seemed that the employees were celebrating, celebrating their victory this time. It was, very smooth, I guess.

With another income of hundreds of millions, she walked into the elevator and pressed the elevator button, which seemed to have completely closed the door to her heart.

She was disappointed, too...

desperate

Walking back to her office, almost everyone inside was getting ready to get off work. She took out her lunch box from her bag, then walked to a deserted place, sat on the floor and ate, with very little food.

It was very simple, but she ate it very deliciously. Her fingers still hurt, but she just stuffed the rice into her mouth one bite at a time and swallowed it with her tears.

And the 18th floor is indeed celebrating

"Mr. Tang, that makeup artist is really amazing," the organizer kept smiling, "I have never seen such speed and level. He is on par with Manager Fang. No, maybe even better than Manager Fang.

"He was really scared this time. If Manager Fang Jing transformed these dozen people, it would take at least seven hours, but it only took her five hours, and they were all so beautiful.

His mouth opened and closed, but Tang Yunmu never said a word. He held a cigarette between his fingertips and kept puffing away. In the hazy smoke, those eyes that had always been too calm, at this time

But he has changed and become a little confused.

The organizer kept talking, but Fang Lin was unhappy when she heard it. Even if she was a makeup artist, she could do it. "Yun Mu, it's almost time to get off work. Let's go to dinner," she didn't care at all.

When others see the two of them being intimate, they are even proud of it

"Well," Tang Yunmu put out the cigarette in his hand and followed her out of the company. What they ate was good food from a French restaurant.

Tian Qingning swallowed the last mouthful of rice, and then poured herself a glass of boiled water. After drinking, she felt less hungry, but strangely, her fingers kept trembling.

The entire arm is almost numb.

She washed the lunch box, but she didn't even dare to lift her left hand. Her hand hurt. This seemed to be a psychological suggestion that her hand was hurting. It hurt.

Walking into the office, there were more than a dozen models waiting for her. Her fingers in her sleeves continued to shake, and she let out a soft breath and sat down. A model had already come over, and she mechanically

The model was applying makeup, but her hands were still shaking. The makeup came out, but it still looked good.

This lasted for another three hours, until the last model left. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening. Just when she was about to pick up her bag and leave, Fang Lin walked in again, followed by five others.

Model, "Tian Ning, there are five more, please continue." She raised her red lips maliciously, and her smile looked complacent and intentional no matter how she looked at it.

Tian Qingning was so tired that she didn't even want to say anything anymore. She stared straight at Fang Lin, her chest rising and falling. That look showed all her resistance and dissatisfaction.

"This is an order from Mr. Tang," Fang Lin raised her chin very high, "If you don't want to be fired, then please do it." She said, winking, and five models filed in again.

Standing in front of Tian Qingning

Tian Qingning could hear her breathing clearly. She was also using her own breathing to suppress her urge to be angry. But now she actually didn't even have the strength to be angry, or even to speak.

"Start, Tian Ning," Fang Lin sat down, stared at her with a half-smile, and then played with her fingers. Thinking about it, she really liked doing this kind of thing, especially when this woman was in pain, she was happy.

The model is already in place, but Tian Qingning is still carrying her bag and standing upright

"Tian Ning, how long do you want to stand? Why, do you want us to work overtime with you? People can't be so selfish," Fang Lin raised her red lips and was smiling all the time, but for Tian Qingning's sake

The smile in her eyes made Tian Qingning really want to kill someone

There was some complaint on the model's face, "Yes, Teacher Tian, ​​could you please hurry up, otherwise we won't be able to get home, and my mother will be anxious," the model pouted coquettishly, a bunch of

Everyone was staring at Tian Qingning at this time

Very good, there is still someone waiting. Tian Qingning is not silent, but there is an indescribable sadness in her heart. She has someone waiting for her, but it is just a cat. There should be only cats waiting.

"Yes, Teacher Tian, ​​you don't know how difficult it is to ride in the car at night. It will take me at least half an hour to get home?" Another model complained.

Tian Qingning still maintained her previous actions, but there was a white haze in front of her eyes. She didn't know if the car was easy to ride because she walked back for more than an hour.