Yang Pengpeng looked at her for a long time and asked doubtfully, "Who are you?"
Zheng Xinxin laughed angrily and pointed at herself: "Who am I? You ask me who I am? You invited me here, and now you ask me who I am?"
Yang Pengpeng was also confused: "I never invited you, I invited Teacher Mao, why are you here?"
Teacher Mao is the most famous makeup artist in the industry. Any makeup done by her will be highly praised.
He had never seen this person before.
"Teacher Mao has diarrhea today and can't come, so she sent me, her most proud chief disciple, to come."
"If I had known you were doing makeup for a lousy assistant, I wouldn't have come even if you killed me."
Zheng Xinxin looked at the people present with disdain, crossed her arms over her chest, and looked extremely arrogant.
"Okay, Teacher Mao's eldest disciple, right? I'd like to ask her about it."
As he spoke, Yang Pengpeng took out his new mobile phone and dialed the number, but the number on the other end showed that it was turned off.
He frowned.
"I don't care whose disciple you are. I'll give you three seconds to get out of here."
They actually dared to say that Yang Xiaoli was just a lousy assistant. That was the spokesperson they had hired with great difficulty, and she was treated as a second-tier star.
What's more, Yan Mofei, who is behind Yang Xiaoli, has an even more noble status.
Does this woman know what she is talking about?
"Let me get out? If you didn't pay me so much, do you think I would be willing to come? You can let me go, but pay the bill first."
She stretched out her hand, clearly begging, but acted more noble than the richest man.
"If I have to settle the bill, I'll settle it with Teacher Mao. It has nothing to do with you. Since you won't leave, I'll have to get serious."
He took out his intercom and said, "Security, come to the dressing room immediately."
"How dare you chase me away! Do you know who I am?"
"Let me tell you, I'm an internationally renowned makeup artist. My reputation is even greater than that of my master, Teacher Mao. Anyone who has had their makeup done by me is a top star. Do you know what a top star is?"
"I can make sure you guys don't get into trouble just by snapping my fingers."
Yang Pengpeng didn't care at all. Although he was just a branch manager, he was in Zuo Group and naturally had some vision.
He knew all the internationally renowned makeup artists, but none of them matched the one before him.
Not to mention internationally, even in the country, I have never seen anyone like her.
When the security guard arrived, another person also rushed over.
"Sorry, my phone died and something happened, so I'm late. Please forgive me."
The person who came was the teacher Mao that Yang Pengpeng mentioned. He was in his thirties, humble and polite, and was completely different from Zheng Xinxin in front of him.
She first apologized to the people present, and then she saw Zheng Xinxin who was blocked by Yang Pengpeng.
"Why are you here?"
Zheng Xinxin was also surprised to see her: "Aren't you having diarrhea? And I also have a puncture tire."
After saying that, she quickly covered her mouth.
Teacher Mao suddenly realized: "Oh, so it was you who put that bowl of mung bean soup on my desk, and it was you who punctured my tire."
She said that when she was about to go out, she saw a bowl of mung bean soup on her table, which was very strange.
Everyone under her knew that she hated mung beans, so they simply threw the bowl of soup away. If she hadn't been in a hurry to leave, she would have stayed to hold them accountable.
After leaving the house, I discovered that my tires were flat, as someone had deflated them. I had no choice but to take a taxi, which turned my free time into being late.
This was one of the few times she was late.
The first time was also because of Zheng Xinxin.
"Master, Master, it's not me." Zheng Xinxin's expression changed instantly, she looked aggrieved and innocent.
"Don't call me Master. I expelled you from my sect a long time ago. And now you dare to cheat people by using my name."
How could the people present not understand? Yang Pengpeng made a prompt decision and with one order, two security guards immediately ran over to arrest Zheng Xinxin.
Zheng Xinxin was so scared that she picked up the cosmetics on the table and threw them directly at the security guard.
"Don't arrest me, I'm an internationally renowned makeup artist. You'll pay the price if you arrest me!"
She threw and screamed wildly.
The thing in his hand was not accurate at all and flew everywhere.
A lipstick flew towards Yang Xiaoli. Yan Mofei reached out to grab it, but was bumped by Zheng Xinxin who was running over and failed to catch it.
"Woo." Yang Xiaoli let out a light hum.
Yan Mofei's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand to grab Zheng Xinxin's hair. Zheng Xinxin screamed wildly, her voice was so sharp and piercing that it made her ears buzz.
He slapped the screaming Zheng Xinxin in the face, and the entire dressing room became silent in an instant.
"You dare to hit me...ah..." She just screamed out, and Yan Mofei threw her towards the two security guards. The two finally dragged her out.
"Xiaoli, are you okay?" Yang Pengpeng was concerned about Yang Xiaoli.
"Boss, are you okay?" Yang Xiaoli asked Yan Mofei with concern.
She took out a wet tissue and wiped Yan Mofei's hand that had just grabbed Zheng Xinxin's hair.
The boss's hands are clean, how could he grab those dirty things?
"That man just now was like a madman."
Teacher Mao on the other side quickly explained, "I'm very sorry. She was indeed my apprentice before, but she was extremely untalented. She transformed herself into a ghost, and was despised by everyone. When she was despised, she went crazy. Once, she even beat a customer and seriously injured him."
This was also the first time she was late, because she was there to deal with Zheng Xinxin's affairs.
"There's no other way. I can only remove her."
"Who would have thought that this time she heard from somewhere that I was coming here and actually got here before me."
Yan Mofei didn't listen to her, but looked at the long lipstick mark on Yang Xiaoli's face.
It should be the lipstick that was thrown at her that scratched her. She wiped it off carelessly, but ended up scratching more and covering a wider area.
Yan Mofei reached out and wiped her gently.
Yang Xiaoli felt a little itchy and shook it gently.
"Don't move." Yan Mofei simply fixed her head and then wiped it.
The warm fingertips brushed across the cheek, and it seemed that what was wiped away was not the lipstick, but the restless heart.
Yang Xiaoli felt her cheeks and body burning hot. She reached out and covered her chest, where her heart was beating violently.
"Okay." After carefully wiping off all the lipstick marks, Yan Mofei let go of his hand.
When Yang Xiaoli turned around again, her whole face was red, as if she had put lipstick on it.
Yang Pengpeng was no longer in the mood to listen to Teacher Mao's explanation. He looked at the interaction between Yang Xiaoli and Yan Mofei, then looked at Yang Xiaoli's red face and the way she covered her chest. He clearly understood what was going on.
Wow, he's so pitiful.
Facing a competitor like Yan Mofei, he has no qualifications to compete at all!
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