The Dazzling Princess in Modern Times
Chapter 856: Overview
The publicity event for “Moon As Frost” has been announced on Weibo. Since this is publicity for the school, only students in Beijing can participate.
However, the attractiveness of Yan Ci and Xia Wanyuan was too strong. The promotional event starts at seven. At six o'clock, there was already a sea of humans in front of that huge art building.
Just as everyone was waiting anxiously, a loud voice suddenly came from not far away.
“Sial, there are so many people.” Mu Feng held the steering wheel with one hand and looked up. He gradually slowed down.
The originally crowded street forcefully paved the way for him.
As the crowd gradually retreated, the people standing behind saw an arrogant person driving a sports car.
The sports car slowly came in. The man in the car had silver hair. His androgynous face revealed several different charms in the afternoon sun. His nose was straight and his lips were bright. Sometimes, he would look up with a lazy and impatient look in his eyes.
Just when Mu Feng parked the car and entered the hall, the crowd suddenly shouted.
“Ahhh, he is so handsome!! Is he a celebrity!”
“This is the famous Ghost Hand of Mu Feng in the entertainment industry. Do you not know him? She's Xia Wanyuan's special makeup artist. I heard that she has a strange temperament.”
“Who cares if he has a strange temperament? As long as he's handsome! I think he is even more handsome than many celebrities!”
The discussion of everyone was left behind by Mu Feng. He stepped backstage and raised his silver hair.
“Why do you still have to work at night? Can your product team comply with labor laws?” Mu Feng's eyes were filled with impatience, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes were still filled with drowsiness.
At this moment, when she should be preparing to start her nightlife and the lights were already waving at her, who would have thought that she would be summoned to this damn place for makeup by Xia Wanyuan?
He hated the most in his life. It was fine if it was only Xia Wanyuan. Besides, he's handsome. He really felt uncomfortable coming to a place full of clerics.
“It will only take you half an hour.” The people beside him knew that Mu Feng had a strange temperament and had long avoided him. Xia Wanyuan was not afraid and comforted Mu Feng. “You have worked hard.”
“This is considered overtime. It costs me three times my salary.” Mu Feng took out a tool from the side and helped Xia Wanyuan apply makeup on her face.
“No problem.” Xia Wanyuan smiled and shook off the flowing light.
Mu Feng glanced at him. Forgetit. Since there is a smiling beauty, I will work overtime.
When Mu Feng was working, he was impatient as usual. He is very serious and efficient. Soon, Xia Wanyuan's makeup was done.
The other actors secretly glanced at Xia Wanyuan's pretty face, then quietly stared at their own faces, and finally at the makeup artist standing beside them.
Why is the difference between people so great?!
“You're done? Missy? Can I go now?” Mu Feng looked at the time. It's time to eat.
“See you soon, thank you.” Xia Wanyuan looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction.
“Remember to pay three times my salary. Goodbye to.” Mu Feng took the jacket beside him, put it on as he walked, and stepped out from backstage.
At school, before 12 o'clock, it was very crowded everywhere. Mu Feng was used to driving at high speed. He was so angry that he stopped every three steps in the crowd.
After finally taking the opportunity to miss the large wave of people, Mu Feng changed the direction of the car into a small street on the side.
“F *ck! As expected, I shouldn't have come to this bad school!” Mu Feng stepped on the brakes. “I was born to clash with these places!”
Ever since he was young, Mu Feng hated schools and books. Ever since he became an adult, Mu Feng had avoided these places. Every time he passed the school, he wanted to stay eight hundred miles away.
Mu Feng was an expert in the racing arena. He's a 400-speed race champion, but it's just a competition.
Once he returned to the city, especially the winding school road, it was a nightmare for a top racer like Mu Feng.
He could never understand why they could make seven or eight small roads within three hundred meters. What the hell are they doing? Walking through the labyrinth?
Certain maps are useless. Mu Feng circled around for a long time but was unable to find anything.
“What rubbish road? Is it for humans?” Mu Feng was furious that he had failed to break out of the siege again. He wanted to go somewhere with people to ask a student, but he did not expect a strand of silver hair to be wrapped around the chair behind his head.
He moved and was immediately pulled. “Mendesis.” Mu Feng flinched.
I have to ask Xia Wanyuan ten times my salary today.
Mu Feng tried to pull it but could not. He couldn't see what was going on in the back. He pulled out his phone and dialed the number.
“Halo, Brother Mu, why haven't you come yet?! We are waiting for you here!” The music on the phone is deafening.
“Come to Qing University. I'll book a place for you. Quickly and bring scissors.” Mu Feng was extremely frustrated. Today is really a bad day.
“Hah? Why do you need scissors? Qing University? Brother Mu, are you kidding? Don't you hate that place the most? Last time, I introduced you to beauty at Qing University."
“Stop arguing and go here.” Mu Feng interrupted the other party. “I'll send you a message WeChat.” Then, he hung up the phone.
“Other times, even if you give me a hundred times my salary, I won't come to this bad place again.” Since he could not pull his hair, Mu Feng could not be bothered to struggle. He just lay on the chair and looked at the stars.
“Master, are you lost?”
Suddenly, a soft and clear voice came from behind. Mu Feng somehow felt that a bunch of orchids had bloomed around him with a scent.
Mu Feng looked over. His entangled hair limited his movements, so Mu Feng could only give up. “My hair is stuck.”
“Wait a minute, I'll come back and pick up the scissors.” After saying this, the soft female voice disappeared. If not for the gradually fading footsteps, Mu Feng would have suspected that he had bumped into the female ghost in the chat house.
Shortly after, the footsteps returned.
“Halo, Sir. Where are you stuck? Let me help you take it off.” This time, the woman walked in front of Mu Feng. Her soft voice had a hint of coolness, and there was a dark orchid scent in her movements.
Mu Feng turned around and was stunned.
A woman in a cheongsam was holding a hairpin of flowing clouds. His dark brows were bright, and his eyes were flickering as if they were filled with rain all over Jiangnan. He had a polite and distant smile on his face. He stood upright like a pine bamboo and crossed his hands naturally in front of him.
It was as beautiful as a painting, a painting that had come out from ancient times.
Mu Feng felt that she was so beautiful that she did not look like a human, but the lack of literary skills and short-circuiting in her brain made her say,
“Nie Xiaoqian?”
