"Who knows what Han Mo will do? Of course, the fewer people who know about this kind of thing, the better!"
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"Why did you two come out?"
Maria, who had just gone to buy coffee for Jiang Fan, came back and found that Glico and Miaomiao were chatting quietly outside.
I suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Seriously asked: "What's going on?"
Seeing Glico and Miaomiao hesitating.
He strode to the dressing room and pushed the door open.
An Qicheng had already left, and Han Mo was shaking her hands with a "shashasha" sound.
"What happened?"
"Ah... nothing, just keep painting."
Han Mo gave Sister Gao and Miaomiao a quick wink.
The two came in and continued to work.
Although Maria felt something was wrong, there was no gap in the tacit understanding between the three of them.
He only glanced doubtfully among the three of them for a moment.
I went back to accompany the boss with my coffee.
The dressing room door closed again.
The three of them breathed a sigh of relief.
"Take your time painting. There's no rush. We may not be able to take the photo today."
"What happened just now, Sister Momo? Did An Qicheng do anything to you?"
"It's okay, I just slapped him."
"My hand hurts from the beating."
"Look!"
Han Mo stretched out her delicate hand, palm facing up, to show to Sister Gao and Miaomiao.
It’s really red.
Han Mo complained shyly.
"My hands are all red."
"I feel like he won't be able to shoot this commercial today."
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