In the past, every time Yan Miao took a makeup photo, she would stand in front of the mirror and admire herself for a long time, and then run to look at herself in the camera, flipping through the photos one by one. If there was anything that didn't look good, she would directly ask for it to be deleted and retaken.

Because he is too troublesome, many photographers don't take his orders.

The person sent this time was a new photographer, and the process was unexpectedly both smooth and not smooth.

Yan Miao admired her face in the mirror, and immediately her face looked bitter, like an eggplant hit by frost.

"It's not good-looking, not as good-looking as him!"

Now he only wants Yan Mofei's face and figure.

Because Yan Mofei was too perfect, he even started to find fault with his face and figure, to the point that he didn't even want to look in the mirror.

After leaving the mirror, when taking pictures, the person looked dying, without a trace of life.

If you take makeup photos like this, no matter how many you take, they will all be waste.

The photographer had no choice but to try his best to guide Yan Miao to think about happy things. The assistant also helped, which made Yan Miao continue to cheer up and barely took a few decent photos.

I thought that Yan Miao would come over and pick carefully as rumored in the industry, but I didn't expect that this time Yan Miao didn't even take a look and just walked away.

The photographer breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Miao changed into her daily clothes and went directly to her fan meeting.

In the venue, all the fans were already waiting.

Although a lot of money was spent to get this seat, and some people did not enter at the regular price, but bought scalper tickets, which were several times higher than the regular price.

But it is definitely worth spending so much money for my idol.

"Our Miaomiao is the most handsome in the world."

"He's not only the most handsome, but also the most beautiful. None of those actresses are as good-looking as him."

"Brother Yan is naturally handsome. Have you seen his childhood photos? If everyone hadn't said he was a boy, I would have thought he was a little girl."

"He looks exactly like he did when he was little. That photo is so beautiful. I've even saved it."

"A lot of people say he had plastic surgery, and that his nose is translucent. I think they are just jealous. My brother is so good-looking, how could they not think of getting plastic surgery?"

"That's right, my brother is a handsome man that can only be seen once in eighty thousand years. They can't even envy him enough."

The young girls were filled with joy, holding fan light boards and cheering sticks. Each of them was holding a photo of Yan Miao, and they were very happy.

There are male fans, but not many. Those who are male fans are all pretty and have pink hair and pink fingers, and everyone knows what kind of people they are.

The male fans who fall in love with Yan Miao are attracted by his looks.

Nowadays, of course, people chase after the best-looking ones, and who cares about acting skills and abilities? Appearance is everything.

"We made a lot of money this time. Not only did we get to hear Yan Miao sing two songs, but we also got an autograph and a five-second hug."

"I spent all my New Year's money on this occasion, but I don't regret it at all. Being able to hug Brother Yan is my biggest wish."

"When I return this time, my status will be elevated. Those who haven't been intimate with Brother Yan are no longer worthy of me."

"Ah, Brother Yan is here!"

As soon as they saw Yan Miao, the fans immediately became excited, constantly screaming and waving things in their hands, as if they were afraid that Yan Miao couldn't see them.

It was also thanks to these fans that Yan Miao finally regained some confidence.

Look, he is still very handsome and popular.

At least he gets much more attention than Yan Mofei. At least he's a second-tier star, while Yan Mofei is just an 18th-tier star. So what if he looks good? He still can't compare to him.

As he continues to improve his appearance and becomes more and more handsome, even if Yan Mofei becomes more popular, he will never be able to compare to him. He will always be stepped under his feet and left far behind.

A smile finally appeared on Yan Miao's listless face and he waved to his fans.

He sang two songs and soon livened up the atmosphere. The entire venue was filled with crazy screams and cheers.

Although his singing was not very good, the fans were still fascinated by his singing, and all their attention was focused on Yan Miao's face.

Just by looking at this good-looking face, even if they sing out of tune, they can automatically adjust back and have a perfect filter.

Yan Miao's confidence grew, and after singing, he began to sign autographs and hug every fan.

But soon, his smile gradually became stiff.

He gritted his teeth and said to the assistant beside him, "Who on earth came up with this? Not only is it just signing, but they also have to hug for five seconds."

"A few dozen is fine, but now there are five hundred. Five hundred, how long will it take me to hold them?"

He felt like he couldn't lift his arms, his face was stiff, and from sitting up so often, his legs felt like they weren't his own.

My butt, which had just been repaired not long ago, is now between sitting and not sitting, and it feels like it is about to break again.

Some fans took advantage of him, clinging to him even after five seconds had passed, and he couldn't even speak up to get rid of them.

It’s so frustrating. It’s really frustrating.

"Brother Yan, please bear with it for a while. These are all arranged by the company. These people were paid to come in, at least two thousand each. Some people bought scalped tickets, and I heard they've been sold for over ten thousand each."

"The more people there are, the more money you'll get."

Yan Miao still had a smile on his face, like a zombie, and he couldn't move his face at all.

He is just a second-tier actor, and he earns several million for each movie he makes. Does he really need to earn such a small amount of money?

"How many more people are there?"

"Brother Yan, you've only signed over a hundred people so far, and there are still over three hundred left."

Yan Miao was almost unable to hold back his smile and wanted to throw his things away and leave.

"Tell them to pause and say I need to take a break."

The assistant shook his head: "That's not good. They are still waiting."

"There's nothing wrong, hurry up."

The assistant could only pass the message on. The fans complained for a moment, but when they saw Yan Miao's face, they swallowed all the complaints.

"Brother Yan has worked hard, you deserve to take a rest."

"Brother Yan, drink some water quickly. You must be very tired."

"I feel bad for my brother."

Yan Miao smiled and waved, then walked to the backstage and sat down on the sofa.

After a while, the agent opened the door and walked in. When he saw him lying on his back, he was instantly furious: "Yan Miao, what's wrong with you? How could you make such a serious mistake!"