Male God, a Little Su

Chen Fan immediately understood, "Is it from Rouge?"

Last time she said she would send something to her, and then talk about cooperation, but because of what happened on the Internet, Su Yan was scolded bloody, and she forgot it in a blink of an eye.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Su Yan sent a courier instead.

She couldn't wait to take it apart and looked at it. Through the foam paper, she could see that there were several glass bottles and jars inside, and the jars contained some paste and liquid.

"what is this?"

Chen Fen picked up a jar suspiciously, and saw a label scribbled on it, which was still handwritten, as if it had been taken out of the laboratory in a hurry, not at all distracted.

"Calm repair cream?? This is something that wipes your face?!" Chen Fan suddenly couldn't help laughing. Could it be that Rouge wants to talk to her about the skin care product business? But she does make-up...

Skin care products are easier said than done.

Top foreign skin care products are very popular, but domestic skin care products are not cheap. Young people will choose Japanese and Korean skin care products even if they are not well-off, as if using domestic products would be humiliating.

Even Chen Fan herself, although the makeup she has done in the past two years, is called the light of domestic products, but in fact the skin care products she uses are also various foreign brands.

But recently, she didn't even dare to wipe the water—

It rubs the face when wiped.

Of course it's not going anywhere right now.

She didn't care about those skin care products anymore, but took out her phone in a funny way and sent Su Yan a message.

Fendai Maruko: [Rouge, did you send these things to me? But I don't do skin care products. I'm afraid this cooperation will not be completed... But thank you for choosing me, and I wish you to find a better partner as soon as possible! 】

Seeing that Su Yan didn't reply, she didn't care, but put down her phone and threw herself into work.

When she got off work at night, Chen Fan twisted her neck and looked out the window to find that it was already dark.

She sighed, and when she got out of her work, she felt dry and itchy on her face, but she didn't even dare to touch it, for fear that it would continue to deteriorate.

"Ah boss!" The assistant at the door was stunned when he saw Chen Fan like this, "You have more pimples on your face! You should go to the hospital for a check up!"

"what?"

Chen Fan hurriedly took out the mirror from her bag and looked at herself, she was disgusted.

Those pimples were layered on top of each other, like toads, more terrifying than when she had allergies before.

"I'm going to see the doctor tomorrow. I'll come to the company later. If you have anything, you can call me. It's getting late, so I'll get off work soon. I'll go first."

After all, she took out her mask, put on her sunglasses again in the middle of the night, and then walked out of the office.

"Okay, then boss, take a rest."

Chen Fan nodded, suddenly she didn't know what to think, she thought of the bottles and jars that Su Yan had sent her, she suddenly turned around, opened the locked office, went in and stuffed the bottles and jars into her bag and took them with her. gone.

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Chen Fan returned home and played the song of her goddess as soon as she entered the door.

The ethereal and melodious singing is like telling a story.

She stood at the door and listened to a song quietly, then took off her clothes and went into the bathroom.

After washing up, she swiped her fingers over the row of high-end skin care products, and finally sighed, "When they sell each of them, they are praised to heaven, but the effects are worse than each other."