Good Wife of Rebirth

"Tian Ning's fingers are not imitated. We haven't understood the method she used for so long, let alone her. We just thought that I could do makeup like Tian Ning's.

But it takes more than two hours, but it's still not as translucent as hers. Do you believe it? The same goes for you."

Li Shini shrugged, "I believe it, because I can do it, yes, and it can be up to five copies."

The two of them's voices reached Fang Lin's ears without revealing a single word, and Fang Lin's face turned a little blue again.

Shangguan Qingqing and Li Shini looked at each other, wondering how these two people who were at odds with each other from the beginning came together.

In fact, they are not too bad people in the first place, one is just arrogant, and the other is just self-paying. They hate Tian Qingning, but they seem to hate Fang Lin more than Tian Qingning, so they are rare if they can be seen. Fang Lin, this woman, absolutely has no

Tian Qingning feels comfortable watching

Fang Lin had been busy for nearly two hours, and she had only finished putting on one model. She was already exhausted, but there were still nine more waiting for her.

She put down the makeup brush in her hand, took out her mobile phone and dialed a number

"Yunmu, where are you?"

Tang Yunmu was drinking a glass of wine, "Home," he said calmly, sitting on the sofa, not even wanting to say a single extra word.

You're back, what about me? Fang Lin's voice became louder, how could he leave her behind? She's still working overtime in the company.

Tang Yunmu took his cell phone away. He didn't like the screams on the phone.

"Zhao Yan said that you would stay in the branch and work overtime for a long time. He also said that you didn't want others to disturb your work, so I came back." He put the phone to his ear again, his eyes always staring at the animation on the TV.

After finishing the movie, I hung up the phone and looked at the TV, but my eyes kept passing through the TV and I didn’t know where I was looking.

Fang Lin closed her phone hard, "Zhao Yan," she yelled almost angrily, startling the models, but Zhao Yan was sitting in a restaurant, eating takeout, only a fool would do that

He works overtime in the company. After all, he is also the manager, so he must have his own time.

Not to mention that Fang Lin didn't know if it was her own fault. Tian Qingning was unable to get off work before. This time, she also experienced it. What does it mean to have a home and not be able to return?

All the lights in the Tang family were on. Tang Yunmu turned off the TV and stood up. He was the only one in the house now. It was so quiet that even the cat was gone. He walked into the kitchen and was hungry.

There was a grunting sound, and when he opened the refrigerator, there was nothing in it. It was empty, not even a single noodle. In fact, even if there was, there was no way he could make it.

He walked out, picked up the car keys from the table, and drove to the city. Many restaurants in the city were open. Although he was obviously hungry, he had no appetite until he came to a restaurant.

When he came out of the KFC store, he already had a family bucket in his arms. He was sitting in the car. He originally wanted to take it home to eat, but suddenly remembered that someone once told her that this should be hot.

It tastes good when you eat it, but it loses its taste when it’s cold.

He picked up a burger and ate it. The taste was still the same as before, but something was always missing?

"It turns out, it's not delicious," he said to himself, threw the half-eaten hamburger into the family bucket, and then drove away in the car, even driving aimlessly.

Because he doesn’t know where else he can go after leaving the company, and he doesn’t know what he can do when he returns home.

He walked around the street countless times, and finally returned home. When he opened the door, the inside was still the same as when he went out. A pair of slippers were crookedly placed at the door, and there was only one pair of his, those small cartoon slippers.

, but it has disappeared, along with its owner.

He sat on the sofa again with a family bucket in his arms, and turned on the TV, or a cartoon channel. He didn't know when, but he also liked watching it. It seemed that only by watching these, could he find the memories of the past.

However, everything will become pale, including himself

He went upstairs, but did not go back to his room. Instead, he opened the door that he rarely entered recently. The quilt on the bed was neatly folded and spotless. However, he knew that no one lived here anymore.

, he walked over and gently touched every place here. Suddenly, he stood up vigorously, and then locked the door. From now on, he will never open this door again.

, and everything about that woman must be sealed up by him.

Tang Yunmu still went to and from work the same way, but he always felt that something was different. The CEO's office on the top floor had become a forbidden area. I heard that the big boss seemed to be crazy and kept talking about business, so that all departments were confused.

Things got busy, and the busiest one was the planning department. As the time for Oriental Licai’s launch was getting closer and closer, everyone was working overtime day and night. However, for the planning department manager, these were not enough.

It's his nightmare

"What kind of photos are these?" Zhao Yan threw a bunch of photos on the table and said, "Don't take these photos anymore. Do you think it costs no money to develop photos? Doesn't the camera require electricity? Don't you get overtime pay?"

He cursed and spit, but all his subordinates lowered their heads and allowed him to curse.

Zhao Yan patted his chest hard. It was an ugly mess. "Don't develop these photos anymore. Just put them on my computer. You won't be able to take any good photos anyway."

The photographer also had dark circles under his eyes, "Manager, I've been working overtime for half a month, do you really have no one to choose from?" He was not complaining, but pitying himself.

"What do you think?" Zhao Yan threw the photo in front of him, "Look at it for yourself. Look at it." He opened the drawer again and took out a magazine that had been ordered from it. "Look at it again.

Take a good look at this." He took the photos he took in the past and compared them with the current ones. "The good and bad are obvious at a glance. Don't they all say that people will get better and better? Why do you just regress? The more you take, the more you take.

The more outrageous it is, the more you shoot it, the less good it becomes.”

The photographer touched the sweat on his head and said, "Manager, I can't blame us. There is a problem with the level of the makeup artist. Can't you just bring back the previous makeup artist?"

"Get it back?" Zhao Yan jumped up fiercely, "What does it mean to get it back? If I can get it back, do you still need to tell me?" His spittle splashed on the photographer's face again,

The photographer made a grimace. Don't talk to him. It's so unhygienic.

"Later stage, find me a later stage." Zhao Yan kept walking around impatiently. Soon, two young men walked out. He waved to them, and the two young men walked away quickly.