A soft click.
Luo Shimiao flexed her wrists, her little face flushed.
The man following behind had a satisfied expression on his face.
While dining in a private room at the restaurant, Luo Shimiao's hand holding the chopsticks was trembling.
The man sitting next to me saw everything, his dark eyes brimming with laughter that was almost overflowing.
"I'll feed you."
Luo Shimiao squeezed out three words through gritted teeth: "No need! If the right hand doesn't work, I'll switch to the left."
Holding chopsticks in his left hand, he clumsily picked up food from the plate.
"Stubborn." Gu Nian picked her up and placed her on his lap, then picked up a piece of foie gras with his chopsticks and brought it to her lips.
Luo Shimiao hesitated for a second, then shamelessly opened her mouth and ate the foie gras.
......
The next morning,
Luo Shimiao arrived at the studio early.
While adjusting her dress, the sharp-eyed Luo Min noticed a faint mark on her neck and laughed, "Miaomiao, you can't cover it up with a cushion foundation, you need to use a professional concealer."
Her face flushed slightly after hearing this: "It was a mosquito bite. I was just afraid of being misunderstood, so I covered it with a cushion."
“Oh… a huge mosquito,” Luo Min said, looking at her rosy cheeks without exposing her.
Lin Mai glanced at the swan-like neck, which was even whiter than her buttocks, and covered her mouth to chuckle.
After adjusting her dress, Lin Mai carefully explained the event's schedule, the interviews, and the questions the reporters would ask.
Luo Shimiao listened, feeling drowsy, and kept nodding.
......
Before we knew it, it was afternoon.
When Luo Shimiao finished her makeup and styling, an "uninvited guest" arrived at the studio.
Everyone stared blankly at the aloof and dignified man who had appeared before them.
Gu Nian, carrying a tote bag, asked, "Where is she?"
"In the dressing room." Finance officer Feng Siwen stood up and led him to the dressing room.
"Knock knock".
Luo Min's voice came from inside: "Come in."
Pushing open the door, Luo Shimiao sat on the sofa putting on her high heels. When she looked up and saw Gu Nian, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes: "Why are you here?"
Stylist Liang Heng stood in front of her, fixing her hair that she had accidentally messed up.
He suddenly felt a cold glint fall on him. He turned around and saw the person who had come in. He subconsciously put down the comb in his hand and stood aside.
Luo Shimiao noticed the man's gaze, sighed helplessly, and pulled him over: "Keep your eyes to yourself, who are you trying to scare?"
"Xiao Heng is my sister, I can't be jealous of her."
Liang Heng nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I am Mosquito Coil, President Gu doesn't need to worry." He was afraid that if this president got upset, he would have the boss fire him.
Luo Min couldn't help but feel proud of his foresight; besides his ability, it was precisely because of this that he hired him.
He was the only man in the team; the rest were women.
Gu Nian handed her the tote bag: "Here you go."
Luo Shimiao took it, curiously opened the bag, and took out a pair of pants: "Long underwear?" He pinched the waistband with his fingers, and a pair of flesh-colored long underwear hung vertically.
“........”
"This...isn't necessary?" Luo Shimiao put the thermal underwear back in the bag: "Except for the red carpet which is outdoors, the rest of the events are indoors, where there is heating and it's not cold."
"It's cold at night, put these on." Gu Nian said, taking out the pants again: "You guys go out first."
The dressing room was suddenly left with only the two of them.
The man pulled her to sit down, bent down, lifted the hem of her floor-length skirt, and took off her high heels: "It's cold in high heels, change into boots?"
"Female celebrities all wear heels that are over 10 centimeters high. I'll be shorter than them in group photos, so I'd better wear heels."
"Then add a pair of socks."
"..." Wearing high heels with socks, that's a style she can't pull off.
Luo Shimiao nestled in the man's arms, her head resting on his shoulder, her eyes gazing at the ceiling.
"I can dress myself..." This made her sound like someone who couldn't take care of herself.
Gu Nian kissed her cheek and said in a low voice, "I like taking care of you."
......
The event officially began at 8:00 PM sharp.
The host gracefully walked onto the stage, gave a brief opening speech, and then read out the list on the cue cards. When the name of the artist was called, they walked across the 20-meter-long red carpet and came to the backdrop to sign and take photos.
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