I don’t know if it was my ravaged look that inspired the makeup artist.
The makeup artist simply put some blush on her face, the corners of her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her chin, and used the lightest cinnamon powder to reapply her lipstick.
Looking at Lin Yike again, she had become frail and unable to take care of herself. She clearly had an aloof air about not wanting to fight the world, but the makeup artist's skillful hands had transformed her into a pathetic little girl, about to cry.
Lin Yike looked at the color on his face and hesitated, "Doesn't this make me look too delicate? I'm going there to fight with my gun, not to scam people!"
The makeup artist didn't say anything and looked at Yin Yiqian with confidence.
Yin Yiqian moved his Adam's apple and said, "This is it. It looks good. Also, do you want to come to my house tonight? I can introduce my mother to you."
Lin Yike quickly shook her head. Luckily, she understood Yin Yiqian's personality and had discussed it with Zhao Siru in advance. Otherwise, she would be extremely embarrassed to meet his parents like this. "Ruru already knows that I'm in North City. She said she wants to come visit me and let me stay at her house."
Yin Yiqian was stunned. "Isn't Xiang Jiangyuan at Zhao Siru's house? How can her small piece of land accommodate so many of you?"
Lin Yike was a little speechless. Was it because she thought money was too precious?
Zhao Siru is a single girl who lives in a two-bedroom apartment, but it can still be said that she has only one acre and three mu of land!
Damn! Damn bourgeoisie!
"Of course, Xiang Jiangyuan has already left the Zhao Zhao family! Humph!"
As soon as Lin Yike finished her explanation, Yin Yiqian took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Jiang Yuan, "Can you please not just take a back seat after finally living together?"
The other side quickly replied, "There's nothing we can do. My father-in-law is coming. Looking at Zhao Zhao's physique, I can't even defeat his father!"
Yin Yiqian was disappointed with the iron that could not be made into steel, [Waste!]
The two put on their makeup, then answered a few questions in the "fake reporter, real publicity" interview, and easily ended today's filming.
With all the back and forth they've been going on, it's already very late.
Lin Yike gave Yin Yiqian a location and asked him to take him there.
Yin Yiqian was reluctant to leave, so he took Lin Yike to buy clothes and eat. It was not until eight or nine o'clock in the evening that he sent Lin Yike to Zhao Siru's apartment.
As soon as they got downstairs, they saw a little girl standing at the entrance waiting from afar.
Lin Yike patted Yin Yiqian and said, "That's Ru Ru, drive over there."
As soon as the car stopped, Lin Yike jumped and ran towards Zhao Siru.
Zhao Siru also ran over as if she hadn't seen the other person for more than ten years.
Yin Yiqian got out of the car and felt disdainful in his heart. Damn, she’s just a little best friend, is she that rare?
But Zhao Siru passed Lin Yike and ran to Yin Yiqian's face.
Yin Yiqian was suddenly a little at a loss.
Zhao Siru was very familiar, "Ahhhhhhhhh, you are..."
Halfway through her words, Zhao Siru remembered that the other party wanted to conceal his identity, so she held back the three words "Yin Ba Ba".
Lin Yike kicked back with a flying kick, "Damn it, if you don't care about me, why do you care about Yin Yiqian?"
Zhao Siru glanced at Lin Yike.
Lin Yike immediately understood what Zhao Siru meant and formally introduced her: "This is my boyfriend, Yin Yiqian. Ahem, he's also the prince of Kangyuan International!"
"Ahhhhhhhh, Yin Baba, Prince Kang Yuan?!!! Oh my god, Yin Baba look at me, can you take me flying backwards?" Zhao Siru finally shouted out.
Yin Yiqian's face was filled with black lines, thinking to himself, "Doesn't Ni'er know her identity? Is she acting? How can she be so sincere?"
While reaching out and shaking Zhao Siru's hand, he went to the trunk and took out a lot of things.
Zhao Siru: "Oh my god, are you guys going mining?"
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