Today is Also a Mudslide That Crosses the World

Xing Yun's clear eyes blinked slightly, and the temperament of the elegant and indifferent young man on the opposite side was very soft, which was completely different from the cold singer Mo Qingxun on the stage.

But Xing Yun still asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

After all, he is a very popular star, and it is also a headache to be photographed by the paparazzi media and make a fuss.

Mo Qingxun raised the corners of his lips, and made an OK gesture with his fingers, "No problem, celebrities are people too."

Xing Yun nodded and said with a smile, "Okay."

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Even though he said so, as an assistant, Xing Yun still dutifully used her superb makeup skills to transform Mo Qingxun into another person.

The eyebrows and eyes are still Mo Qingxun's, but they are not so delicate and cold.

In the crowd, although it is still eye-catching, it is not the level that will cause commotion.

Ordinary good-looking.

Looking at her masterpiece, Xing Yun nodded and clapped her hands in satisfaction, "We can go!"

Mo Qingxun opened his eyes, his original slender and deep eyes were slightly modified by Xing Yun's eye shadow, and became much gentler. Although the light in his eyes was still clear and shallow, they did not look cold and heartless anymore.

In addition, Xingyun matched Mo Qingxun with a slim black windbreaker and lined woolen sweater, dark blue jeans, and a snow-white scarf covering half of his face, making him look like the big brother next door.

Putting it in the crowd will not attract too much attention.

Seeing herself in the mirror, Mo Qingxun was a little dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, the girl's make-up skills are so exquisite, comparable to the make-up artists in the royal team of first-line artists.

Mo Qingxun raised his eyes and looked at Xing Yun, who was cleaning up the mess, his eyes softened. From his temperament and appearance, he couldn't tell that this person was the cold and all-powerful one. Since his debut, every album has been sold out First-line singer Mo Qingxun.

"Very powerful."

Mo Qingxun tugged at the bangs on his forehead with his hands.

He now has a middle-parted hairstyle. In order to cater to his temperament, the previous hairdresser would always make his bangs up, or make them look more icy.

Now he sees himself in the mirror, almost unrecognizable.

Xing Yun stuck out her tongue mischievously, "Girls have to learn how to make up, whether it's for themselves or for others."

In order to make myself more beautiful, and to prevent others from looking down on me.

Mo Qingxun's eyebrows drooped slightly, his eyes were soft, and he stroked Xing Yun's soft and warm short hair, "Thanks for your hard work."

"Girls work hard."

Xingyun sighed.

Mo Qingxun nodded in agreement, "Yes."

Seeing him bowing his head in thought, Xing Yun didn't bother him as if he was thinking about something very important.

The weather in the north is still very cold, but today is the Lantern Festival after all, the streets will be much more lively, and there must be a lot of people. In order to prevent the flu virus, Xingyun has done a complete preparation, masks, gloves, scarves, hats, and even sunglasses I have a pair and wear them when necessary.

Although Xingyun thinks it won't be used.

After all, wearing sunglasses is already very conspicuous.

"Rhyme."

When she was worrying about how to stuff so many things into her small bag, she heard Mo Qingxun's deep, shallow and melodious voice, Xing Yun turned to look at him, "Huh?"

Mo Qingxun pursed her thin pale red lips, and buried her face in the scarf again.