Zhao Xiaoman walked in front, and when she thought that Lin Fan was following behind, she was a little nervous and unconsciously put her hands in front of her.

"It really looks like a high school student," Lin Fan couldn't help but complain, and then asked, "Are you a makeup artist?"

"Yeah, yes, sit here."

The dressing room was actually next to the studio. After walking a few steps, Zhao Xiaoman led Lin Fan into the dressing room and brought it to a stool. You could see that the tabletop was filled with all kinds of cosmetics.

Lin Fan’s only cosmetics in his life are probably a bottle of men’s facial cleanser. He still didn’t use them after using them a few times. Looking at the cosmetics on the desktop that can’t even be called face, it’s quite novel.

Lin Fan: "Where can I learn how to put on makeup?"

Zhao Xiaoman: "I was interested in college, so I thought about it myself, and later I came to the internship in Teacher Liu's studio. Why don't you change your clothes first? I'm afraid that when I put on my clothes later, I will accidentally make my face makeup."

"Where are the clothes?" Lin Fan was a graphic model for the first time. He felt quite novel. He put on makeup and changed clothes, especially a cute girl's own makeup artist, which was also exciting.

Zhao Xiaoman pointed to the clothes rack on his left and said, "The clothes are there and have been prepared in order. We will wear number one later. Let's take photos in order."

"It's not like every clothing that needs to be painted once." Lin Fan walked over and picked up the number one. Fortunately, it was just an ordinary jacket, not the kind of clothing that surpassed the aesthetics of ordinary people.

If you encounter a so-called "fashion" in a fashion show, you will always cut your clothes into pieces, or use a plastic bag to wrap your body like a rice dumpling, Lin Fan will never try it on.

Lin Fan couldn't help but wonder if sometimes seeing the various fashion shows reported by the media, would it be the Shamatt in their fashion industry?

Lin Fan would definitely not appreciate that thing.

Fortunately,

I glanced at the clothes I would wear later, they were all within the normal range. To be precise, they were within the "fashion" range that normal people understood. They looked pretty good when they were worn, and they were not in conflict with each other.

Since it was just a coat, Lin Fan didn't need to go to the locker room. He just took off his original coat and replaced it with a new one.

"Eight pieces..."

Zhao Xiaoman next to him was blessed. He could see Lin Fan's perfect figure vaguely along with his shirt. When he saw a little bit of abdominal muscles exposed, Zhao Xiaoman's heart was almost half a beat slower.

Do evil,

Why do such a man appear in front of me? I'm sorry, the Oppas in the TV series, Xiaoman has a new love, and will never bother you again,

I'm such a bad woman,

Zhao Xiaoman is lost,

Lin Fan had already changed his coat, "Hmm? Sister Zhao? Put on makeup."

Lin Fan saw the dazed makeup artist and gave a few words to remind him.

“Oh oh oh.”

Zhao Xiaoman took a deep breath, picked up the makeup tool, and his hands were trembling. With such a close contact with the boy, he could more intuitively understand that the boy's skin was incredibly beautiful, his facial features were so delicate that it was unparalleled, and the skin on his face seemed to be as smooth as milk, smooth and flawless.

The foundation in his hand is simply redundant, and Zhao Xiaoman has no idea how to start. In this angel-like appearance, applying a little makeup is destroying a perfect picture.
Chapter completed!