Chapter 69: Lancome 505

Rong Rong is actually not very comforting.
She coaxed for about two seconds and lost her patience. She got up and took a note from the table, and then picked up the pen at random. It seemed to write something.
Su An was still wet, and some could not see her face.
All she knew was that she used a pen cap against her chin, her eyelashes drooped quietly, her lips were slightly squinted, and her profile of her side face was beautiful.
"What's your real name?" Rong Rong asked her suddenly: "Is it Su'an?"
Su An frowned, some didn't respond, and she froze for a few seconds before answering: "Su An lemon."
Rong Rong nodded: "Oh."
Then wrote the words "Su An Ning" on the sticky note, in front of which is the beautiful flower body "to".
Her fingers are slender, her fingernails are round and tender, and her middle knuckles are slightly protruding. They are calluses left by holding pens all year round. Holding the piano with a glossy black paint pen, it looks more like white jade.
The written Chinese characters are also clean and elegant, with good writing style, with some traces of pen and scribble writing, and write a blessing to Su Anjing.
When Yinel was painting, it should look like this.
Rong Rong gave her a note after she wrote it.
"In the future for my art exhibition, you are always welcome to come without tickets." She smiled lightly, her eyes flashed and her voice was sweet: "Thank you for loving my painting."
What is this feeling.
It is the natal idol who has been chasing for a long time to use his best killingpart to face you, thank you for your support for him.
At this moment, whether he has any black material, whether his gossip girlfriends are real, whether he is really marketing.
There is only one firm thought in my heart, that is, I will love him forever.
Rong Rong stood up, slightly pressing her right hand on the tube top, and bowed again at her: "Thank you for your contribution to charity."
This is the end of the fan meeting.
Su An held the signature in his hand, and the whole person seemed to be out of the water, leaving the meeting room like a big dream.
Chuannan and Huo Qingchun were waiting for her around the corner.
Seeing her come out and quickly stepped forward to comfort: "Isn't she doing anything to you ?!"
Su An frowned, her expression returned to normal: "No."
"The more than one million people were hit with water. Instead of smashing the woman's hammer, she earned her a good reputation." Chuannan gritted her teeth and speculatively speculated, "I don't believe she can continue to be so beautiful. "
Huo Qingchun did not accept the words of South Sichuan, and continued to comfort Su An: "An Ning, don't be too sad, one million is just a small number for you."
Chuannan nodded and echoed: "Yes, you are not the one who lacks that money."
"Did you finish?" Su An glanced at them both indifferently, "My own money has not been beaten up. Can you help me analyze here?"
They were dumb.
Su An shook her hand irritably, and said directly: "Don't use the set of your clumps on me. If it's not because of your possible starting point, I'll be full if I can support you."
The smile in the corner of Chuannan's mouth was awkward, trying to explain: "An Ning, we are friends. This is not the same as holding a group."
"Friend?" Su An grinned, casually: "Do you really treat me stupid?"
Ignoring the stiff smirk on their faces for a moment, Su An turned around and planned to return to the banquet room alone.
Her back is still tall and arrogant.
When they left, the two men who were thrown in place dare to vent.
"She's ill, we just comforted her." Huo Qingchun was on his hips and looked very angry: "I really thought it would be great if I had two stinky money, and it seemed like who was willing to put on his face She's as cold as a queen. "
Chuannan chuckled: "People are rich, so what cares about our feelings."
Huo Qingchun rolled his eyes: "Compared to her, Bunny has a much better character."
"But she fell down, it's useless." Chuannan looked at him sideways and smiled: "You don't stick Su An, don't you want to hug Da Rongrong's thigh?"
Huo Qingchun opened his mouth and was interrupted again when he wanted to say something.
South Sichuan is a typical southern girl with a petite figure and a pure and lovely appearance.
The voice was also very sweet: "It was so stiff before. Even if you hold it, people may not care about you. Don't dream, wait for the queen obediently, otherwise you have to go back to economy class."

After seeing the buyer, Rong Rong quickly called Shen Du.
It is estimated that at the banquet scene, the man turned on the mobile phone to mute, and even a few people did not answer.
She wondered if Shen Du had just been neglected, which made him unhappy.
The agent had just returned from the banquet hall and was sitting on the sofa for a drink.
Today, major foreign shows and events have long become the official carnival of domestic stars. They have just finished the Cannes Film Festival and the fashion show, and the dinner has just started, and they are constantly lending in various luxury companies. Haute Couture appeared on the scene of the charity party.
The star-studded ballroom is no longer the world of those Europeans.
Many domestic media are waiting outside the VIP lounge door.
The agent was still whispering in her ear: "Are you really going out for an interview?"
"Those people already know what yinel looks like, isn't it enough?" Rong Rong played with the wine glass in his hand, and said in a lazy tone: "What big news can I expect to dig?"
The agent was holding the sofa, as if she had expected her to say so, and she was not surprised at all: "How many people ca n’t ask for this opportunity. You were interviewed, and I prepared all the drafts for you. Well, I will arrange a few touring personal art exhibitions in China at that time. Is n’t your price going up? Will you still be afraid that you ca n’t make money by selling paintings?

Rong Rong ignored her, raised her arms and brought the wine glass to her lips, and tasted the wine slightly.
"Ok, I know you don't want to, when I didn't say it." The agent shrugged his shoulders and asked her again, "Will I help you suppress those marketing numbers in China? Your grandfather must already know?"
"Anyway, he is to be scolded. He wants me to stay in the house as a pin-up girl every time I don't get out of the door every day." Rong Rong smiled indifferently, and laughed and laughed at himself. He didn't take it seriously when he posted the video on the Internet. Later, there were more fans and he started to worry. "
The agent's tone was very light: "I can understand your grandpa, but you don't need to face the public eyes at all."
Whatever the golden lady who has everything, why go self-destructive to become a net red.
As long as you obediently obey the arrangements of your family, you can get what you want in this life without any effort, and you can get what ordinary people can't find in this life.
Allowing her to continue as a blogger is already the oldest tolerance of her father.
Rong Rong has also done a good job, always low-key, secretly maintaining this agreement with the master.
But this convention has been frequently broken recently.
From the perspective of the broker, exposure not only makes Rong Rong more noticeable, but also fame and fortune are sooner or later.
But Rong Rong doesn't need these.
Rong Rong smiled at her suddenly, her voice soft: "I wasted with my family's money, but I didn't obey the arrangements at home. I would do whatever I wanted, but I knew that without Rong's family, I would be nothing."
Beauty blogger's meagre promotion income simply cannot support her monthly shopping spending.
Even from the beginning, she could not come to Paris to study art, let alone become a painter.
She knew well, but could not change the abnormal state of mind.
It was not a dilemma, but she was unwilling to advance or retreat.
What she likes to do is just the least lasting and the least acceptable.
If she drew in peace from the beginning, the old man wouldn't say anything at all. He just couldn't get used to his granddaughter being pointed out by the public every day like those in the entertainment industry.
Just like her mother.
The agent sighed and stopped talking.
"I'm going out for entertainment first. I don't want to be interviewed, but domestic painting exhibitions must be held." She stood up and asked: "You must accept this fact, and noble painter, he also wants to eat."
"I know." Rong Rong smiled and nodded: "You can rest assured."
After the agent left, the lounge was quiet again.
Rong Rong leaned on the armrest for a bit of self-loathing, picked up his mobile phone and brushed his Weibo.
After seeing the extremely exaggerated comments left by her fans, her mood finally improved.
People are the product of such self-contradictions. They can't stand the slander, but it's easy to be happy with some simple praise.
She remembers commenting on strangers when she posted her first vlog.
"Miss Sister looks so good, follow me"
"So comfortable video"
"Bgm is so nice"
"My sister's expression doesn't look very happy, the video is done well, come on o (n_n) o"
At that time, she was in a state of depression due to racial discrimination in the college. The professor ordered her homework to be a mess, and the professor who had always given her the first time in the hundred people's university class pointed at her nose and satirized.
"Yinel, I'm disappointed in you, genius refuses to pay sweat, and it's no different from waste. Do you want to go to the Seine to paint portraits, do you only earn hot dog money for a picture?"
The white laughter of the audience penetrated her directly.
Those people think that Asians have no artistic talent, and her decadence is exactly what they wish.
It was those messages that let her survive the days and nights of self-doubt when she was facing the drawing board and could not draw it in a foreign day.
It is possible to destroy a person's network arbitrarily, in fact, there is also warmth.
It is the concern of those kind strangers.
"Sit here alone, dazed and unwilling to come to me?"
The low male voice suddenly sounded in his ear.
Rong Rong opened his eyes and wiped the wetness around the corner of his eyes subconsciously, then raised his head and smiled.
Shen Du was still wearing a dress, with sequins shining on his shoulders, and the banquet hall was staggered. He wanted to come after he had finished his entertainment.
The sofa suddenly collapsed, and Shen Du opened her arms at her: "Come here."
Rong Rong twisted for a moment, moved his hips a little, and leaned over to give him a hug.
She leaned on Shen Du's thick shoulders and closed her eyes to smell the faint aura of wine on him.
For a moment, the man asked her in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
She froze slightly and didn't respond. What was he asking: "What?"
Shen Du sighed and put her big hand on her head: "Maybe I read it wrong."
Rong Rong sobbed, and bit his ears with his head: "Why are you here? Is the entertainment ended so soon?"
"Not yet." Shen Du loosened her strength and let go of her, Qing Qing's eyes looked into her eyes: "I know you are here, so come here, by the way ..."
Before he finished speaking, he was hugged by Rong Rong, who was moved by his face.
"Mr. Shen, you are so good!" Rong Rong was so excited that he couldn't even say everything: "I love you!"
Shen Du stunned for a long while, and then pushed her away subconsciously.
As a result, the little girl looked like he was growing up on him.
He held his forehead: "Rong Rong, you let go first."
"I haven't seen each other for two months, shouldn't we have hugged it for at least an hour? Why should you push me away?" Rong Rong wrapped his arms around his shoulders, swearing: "Are you not loving me? "
"Nothing." Shen Du reluctantly whispered, a rare fluster in his tone: "It's not right now."
Rong Rong let go of him, with a gloomy complaint: "You have changed, you were not like this before."
Shen Du couldn't help crying: "I ...?"
He was holding his face, then his soft lips invaded, blocking the man's words.
Then, as if to punish the man, she kissed him heavily, and then gave him another forehead.
One left and one right.
Lancome 505, beautiful cinnabar red, one on the man's lips, one on his forehead, and two on his face, making his clean and handsome face even more handsome.
Shen Du's ears were reddish, and his expression was a little awkward.
Rong Rong thought he was shy, and raised an eyebrow at him: "Ah, we Shen girl are shy?"
"Don't make a noise." He laughed, helplessly covering her lips that were about to come out again.
Rong Rong didn't know how many times he had been teased before, how could he let off this excellent counterattack.
She will come back one by one today!
The little girl was brave, and at this time she was holding on to something, she was going to let her boyfriend show the expression of the little daughter-in-law and enjoy the feeling of being a bully once!
"Are you shy when you kiss?" She wrapped around Shen Du's neck and smiled badly: "What should I do when I go further?"
Today, she did n’t have good makeup for women today.
Get rid of a female hooligan.
Shen Du bit his lip and confessed again: "Rong Rong, stop it."
Rong Rong finally knows why sometimes women want to resist but also motivate men's beasts.
Because it is so tempting.
The smell of this man is so sweet!
"I don't want to. I'm going to kiss you softly today to comfort the pain of my acacia in the past two months." She rushed forward and planned to leave a few more lips on the man's face.
Shen Du couldn't help her.
Had to compromise: "Parents, don't watch."
"..."
She froze and turned her head mechanically.
The middle-aged man and woman who had not stood in the doorway all the time looked at her with interest.
The author has something to say: Today is still the ficus and belly of the wrong script
I remember reading a sentence somewhere, when girls get colored, there is nothing for boys. Hahaha
Seeking nutrient solution at the end of the month ~

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