Male God, a Little Su

When the lipstick was painted and Jiang Chi's hand left her face, she opened her eyes immediately, "What did you make me look like? The same as you?"

She glanced at Jiang Chi with disgust and said angrily.

Jiang Chi was infuriated by the small eyes she disliked, and regretted being merciful.

He lowered his eyes, and when Su Yan's whole face was exposed under his eyelids, he was startled.

The eyebrows, which were originally light, were drawn, and they were delicate and elegant. The blush is slightly heavy, lining a pair of watery eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Really ugly?"

Su Yan was annoyed, she pushed Jiang Chi away angrily, and was about to look in the mirror.

Several boys also came over curiously, wanting to see what the beautiful young lady was tossed by Jiang Chi.

At that moment, Jiang Chi suddenly felt irritable in his heart, he cursed lowly, raised his hand and covered Su Yan's face.

"What are you doing—"

Su Yan's body vacated, and her feet fluttered twice.

Jiang Chi's long arms easily wrapped around her waist and pressed her head into his arms.

He raised his slightly sullen eyebrows and looked at the boys with a sneer, "So curious? Would you like me to add some flowers to your faces too?"

"No, no need, Brother Chi-"

The boys were so frightened that their legs went weak in an instant, as if they were being stared at by a beast.

"Then get out," Jiang Chi's thin eyelids drooped, hiding a trace of complexity in his eyes.

A group of boys filed out, for fear that Jiang Chi would catch him a second later and beat him violently.

"Jiang Chi, are you sick?"

Su Yan struggled hard in his arms, her voice was glutinous and a little dull.

Jiang Chi gritted his back molars and sneered, "No, you guessed it right. Little fan, do you know? You know my secret, don't try to run away."

He carried Su Yan to the sink, dipped his towel with water, and directly smeared it on Su Yan's face.

Su Rou didn't know what she had become, so Jiang Chi wiped it all off.

She couldn't open her eyes, and felt that Jiang Chi's hands were so strong that her face was about to be scratched.

"Well, Jiang Chi, you bastard!"

She ducked her head.

He was dragged back by Jiang Chi domineeringly.

Most of the makeup on his face was washed off, and Jiang Chi looked much more pleasing to the eye. But seeing her red skin revealed a feeling of being bullied. Jiang Chi tutted softly, "You're so squeamish."

When he was about to start again, he unconsciously relaxed his strength.

...

When Jiang Chi's agent came over, he was shocked.

"What are you doing here? Why are you squatting outside?"

Zhao Yu felt a little funny, looking at a group of big boys, squatting in the dressing room with their heads drooping. There are rows and rows, like a large radish.

"Brother Chi, let us get out."

One of them pouted, very aggrieved.

"What did you do? You offended him?" Zhao Yu was helpless, Jiang Chi was the worst-tempered but most popular artist he had ever brought. As his cash cow, Zhao Yu really couldn't do anything about him.

"No……"

This is what puzzled them. Sure enough, everyone said that Jiang Chi was irritable and moody. To be placed in ancient times, it is definitely the best tyrant.

They felt that there was nothing wrong with this description, and it was quite correct.