After Exchanging Shadows

Chapter xi

“Nguyen Nguyen, you're kidding.” Feng Tangtang stood still, laughing.

She was timid and most afraid of ghosts. She never dared to touch the edges of horror films. Scary pictures didn't want to look even once, and hearing similar topics had to cover her ears.

Mo stopped and took a very serious stance, telling her that this was the truth that could not be true anymore: "I'm not kidding. ”

Feng Tangtang did rarely see this face of Nguyen Nightingale appear. He was brought in a little suddenly. His back climbed a little cool, and his eyes drifted around the living room: “You... don't lie to me. ”

Mo looked at Feng Tang Tang and easily made his eyes more sincere and natural. “Sugar, when did you say I lied to you? ”

Others dare not assure that Mo is very confident in saying this. According to the way Nguyen Nightingale used to be, lying and lying must have been a piece of cake, but Feng Tangtang's cotton candy was really too sweet, saying she was just fine, she was just stupid. Anyway, Feng Tangtang's intelligence and her goodness to Nguyen Nightingale's friend collapsed, 100% can't see that Nguyen Nightingale used to lie.

Therefore, in front of Feng Tang Tang, Nguyen Nightingale must have been an image that would not deceive her in the past, which can never be misjudged.

Feng Dongton went down and said, “Well, you never lied to me. ”

Mo: “...”

Nguyen Nightshade, you are a sinful man.

Her Ladyship forgot that she was truly guilty and continued to deceive the poor piece of sugar: “You can't actually say it's haunted. After all, ghosts are nothing like this, who can really see it? The apartment is a bit evil to be exact, I always sleep poorly at night, I have nightmares and I am not lucky to live here. You see, this isn't it. I had a hotel fire before, and I almost got killed. ”

Feng Tang Tang suddenly felt the room cool after listening to this reasoned words.

Mo Sha sighed about it: “Living here, I feel like I'm really unlucky, like I'm a plague god. ”

Nguyen, you plague god.

Feng Tang Tang hastily said: “Since you feel so uncomfortable here, then move, change the environment, change the mood. What specific options do you have now, where do you plan to move to, where do you land? ”

"I contacted the agency, and they showed me a lot of listings, and now I've made up my mind. Take a closer look in these two days and be satisfied to move. ”

Feng Tang Tang was reassured: “Well, you can do whatever you want. However, Sister Xiao has just been discharged from the hospital, things may be a lot, I don't think I have much time to help you.” She walked over and tidied up what was in the box for Ink.

“There's a moving company anyway, it's simple, you're busy with yours.” Circumstances have forced, in front of Feng Tang Tang, Mo has become more and more adapted to this role of Nguyen Nightshang.

When she remembered what Nguyen had told her before, she walked into the bedroom with some things to take away from her.

Nguyen Nightshade's bedroom style is very fresh and elegant. Although the owner of the house has not returned for a long time since the accident, the room is neat and orderly except for the normal accumulation of fine dust. It can be seen that Nguyen Nightshade was also very clean before.

A huge picture of Nguyen Nightingale hanging in the bedroom.

This is really written by Nguyen Nightshang when she was red, then after she finished filming "pedaling", the box office burst.

Photography retained her former fragrant face. Compared to now, she was still slightly greener, but the seductive posture had a different rhyme. This writing is really circulating, the delicate and soft Liu Hai is just right covered, and the corner of the eyebrow is lined with flowing souls. Moist, thin lips slightly flattened, gently biting her slightly curved fingers.

Nguyen Nightshade's writing is like really looking at Mo from the wall.

Mo looked up and felt that this was completely different from the face of Nguyen Nguyen when she looked in the mirror the last few days.

This is the real Nguyen Nightingale, even if it's just a picture.

The soul of Nguyen Nightingale is in it.

Sumo was looking at the pulse like water in her eyes, and suddenly she felt a little upset again. She was in a college when she was young, but she never looked at her as closely as she did today.

And the look of Nguyen Nightingale in the picture is like trying to completely peel off her skin bag, which belongs to Nguyen Nightingale, and grab the soul of her ink inside.

The ink twisted over his face and went to clean up.

In fact, Nguyen Nightingale doesn't have much in her room, so she needs less. The desktop is simply framed with a photo of Nguyen Nightingale and her parents in the background on the campus of the Film Academy.

Nguyen Nightshade stood in the middle in a white dress, and the sun lit up her green face, which had not yet fully opened, smiling gently.

This white dress finally reminds me of something a little too old to be dusty.

At that time, due to the bedroom environment, she had a tantrum with the people sent by her home. When she rushed downstairs, Nguyen Nightingale stepped on the outside sunshine in this white dress and ran into her arms.

If you get to the movie, it looks like it should be a perfectly fresh scene, and you should be young and romantic in the light chase mirror, but the reality is a million times more than the movie dog's blood.

Because Nguyen Nightingale had also served her lunch from the cafeteria with a roasted chicken leg.

The soup was stained and the meal was toppled over the ink, including the roasted chicken leg.

Mo Mo was on her agitated head. She was as clean as she was. She almost didn't want to peel the skin off of Nguyen Nightshank on the spot.

This was not a good memory for Ink, so it was thrown deep into the ashes.

The woman seemed to have a good relationship with her parents. Why didn't they come to see her? No contact. Did you leave the country?

Mo picked up the photo frame and looked at it twice, put it down, opened the drawer, packed up several documents related to the work behind Nguyen Nightshang, and walked out.

With money, everything seems to be going very well. Momo's new house was quickly found, the house was moved, and it was well organized. Most importantly, the new apartment was very close to the building where the company was located, and the land price was gold. Nguyen Nightingale was also currently living on the 24th floor of the company, temporarily holding her identity.

Monday was the time to shoot the magazine cover. Mo went to the agreed address and was arranged to wear makeup and clothing when he arrived at the location of the film.

There are five sets of films and the theme is color-contrasting makeup.

As soon as Mo sat down, she was applied on her face by a strange makeup artist, and she came to rub her blood straight into her heart. Usually she was the queen on the set. Now she was pretending to be a nobody. She was so arrogant that she didn't get used to it for a while. She sat on the chair without saying anything, and the air pressure was terribly low.

Naturally, she used to shoot magazine covers, but all the magazines were big brand fashion magazines. Those magazines came to see if she had a date and liked it. Photographers, makeup artists, etc. asked her to use the designation. They were also the best behind-the-scenes elites in the circle, such as Lei Kwong Ear.

Like the makeup artist in front of him, the technique wasn't very good, until he turned the mulch into a purple peacock, which made her hypoglycemic and seemingly impotent: “Miss Nguyen, how are you feeling? ”

Momo looked in the mirror and looked at the makeup artist again. Depending on her level of pickiness about makeup, she almost couldn't hold back her inner agitation.

What's with the makeup?

The transition tone is so ugly, magazines can sell it to get ghosts!

Though this is not her face, when I think of Nguyen Nightingale, this good leather bag has been made like this, I feel a little wasted. Luckily, Nguyen Nightingale is good. She was born with a grumpy fairy, dressed as a flower peacock and can barely control it. Ultimately, Nguyen Nightingale also took the skin, lest the skin be further poisoned by the makeup artist. She smiled slightly and said: “It's good, you can start shooting. ”

The makeup artist was already very fond of her, because although she seemed cold on the face, she didn't move from beginning to end, much less disagree, which made it very convenient for the makeup artist to do things. In the makeup industry, the person sitting on the chair at the bottom of her heart was most annoyed by the choices.

The makeup artist laughed: "Miss Nguyen, you are very kind. ”

Mo: “...”

Your eyes are smashed by your own contrasting makeup, which eye is so nice to see people!

At the end of the day, he went to the studio to shoot a film and went to the makeup artist, who was also careless.

PHOTOGRAPHER: "Miss Nguyen, could you please soften your waist a little bit? Um, go down a little bit, a little softer. Miss Nguyen, your waist is a water snake waist. To take full advantage of it, don't be too rigid. ”

Mo: “...”

I've never taken a cover like this in my life!

Photographer: "Miss Nguyen, please lift your chin up and open your lips slightly. Be sure to be sexy. Look me in the eye, look deeply into my lens, I wish my eyes could electrocute me. ”

Mo: “...”

You're going to die!

Photographer: "Miss Nguyen, can you touch your fingers on your lips, middle finger, your fingers are very pretty, very good for shooting, don't feel a thing. ”

Mo: “...”

To manipulate Nguyen Nightshank's hand to touch Nguyen Nightshank's lips was an embarrassing and disgusting thing. After all, although Nguyen Nightshank's lips touch each other, the real acceptance of this feeling is still the inner Ink itself. Looks like she's touching herself, actually.

Her thoughts were filled with Nguyen Nightshade's limbs, and when Nguyen Nightshade's fingers were affixed, the touch of that fingertip was completely perceived by her.

Momo was annoyed by the photographer, but she was naturally engaged and had to endure it. It was so easy to toss through the third set of films, the person in charge gave them a break, and prepared tea and snacks. Mo dragged the changed third set of peacock clothes to sit at the table and turn on the phone to go online.

It's Monday, the day her company released the news.

Nguyen Nightshang will be replacing her at the press conference, at which point the reception has begun for some time.

The makeup artist in the dressing room rushed out excitedly just after tweeting the blog and shouted to the photographer: "MATT! Check out the Twitter news, my goddess has not ruined her face! My goddess is not ruined! ”

Mo: “...”

The makeup artist's face glistened with hope and tears: "My greatest wish in my life has been to make up for my goddess. I can't craft right now, but I will try. ”

Mo: “...”

Photographer matt looked at the phone and was excited: “I want to take pictures of the goddess too! The goddess can even look at me! ”

Mo: “...”

You were already electrocuted!

The photographer and the makeup artist chatted there, and Momo was stuck by them, focused, and lowered his head to continue reading Weibo.

Weibo came out with live cameras, Nguyen Nightingale dressed brightly, with her skin covered in ink, and her body sat brightly on the table with just the right amount of elegance.

Lu Qingming said warmly beside him: "Thank you for your concern, Mo Mo is fine. On behalf of the company, I apologize to all fans who are concerned about Ming Mok because some reasons were inconvenient before, and mainly because of the consideration of Ming Mok's physical recovery, the company has not released some information for the time being, which has caused some misunderstandings. Today, you're back with the ink. ”

As the words ended, the lens pulled in front of Nguyen Nightingale, brilliant.