The hysterical sound of the system is very clear to An Qingge's heart!
Unlike the arrogant tone of the past, this statement is obviously exploding!
An Qingge is extremely helpless, it seems that she thought...
No... yes... quite right...
It seems...can be confirmed...
This time the male god Qiao Anmu lost his memory!
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Turning around suddenly found An Qingge in a daze, where her thoughts were taking time.
Qiao Anmu felt a bit familiar, and once seemed to have such a girl, she also liked to be in front of him... dazed!
that person?
Is it An Qingge?
But An Qingge's reaction just now did not know him like before!
Movements and emotions are not like performances...
It looks natural.
An Qingge, who was pulled back to God, smiled embarrassedly and shyly: "Sorry..."
Before she finished talking, Qiao Anmu suddenly took her mouth, as if recalling something: "A person I know before is very similar to you, always in a daze, without any warning!"
An Qingge couldn't help widening her eyes, she was surprised: "Is it?"
"It's just that I can't remember who she is!" Qiao Anmu turned around in front of the camera and pretended to be relaxed. "Don't you say you want to take pictures?"
An Qingge nodded quickly: "Well, yes!"
The two people got along very smoothly...
Although Qiao Anmu's costumes and props do not match An Qingge...
But the effect shown in the photos is really amazing, even the cameraman is constantly praised by the side, saying they are suitable!
The cameraman's words, although the road appeared in the voice of a little pink staff!
But it made Qiao Anmu and An Qingge extremely embarrassed.
As a man, Joan Mu felt helpless and knew that she was not good at accepting the ridicule of the people around her. She quickly put her hand on her shoulder and took her out of the crowd to the dressing room.
As soon as he came to the locker room, he quickly dropped his hand, took two steps back, and kept the distance between the two of them: "I just saw that you are not very good...to deal with them... so, I brought you over."
An Qingge nodded: "If it weren't for you, I really don't know what to do!"
"This is your dressing room!" Qiao Anmu looked around with his eyes, still touching the warm touch of her arm skin with her fingers.
"Yes, sit down!" An Qingge walked in front of the mirror and removed the wig from the head skillfully. The slightly curved black long hair jumped out directly. "Thank you very much, Mr. Knight."
Qiao Anmu sat three chairs away from her, looking up at her to remove her hair, and then remove makeup without shy...
An Qingge's plain face is very pure, without makeup, it brings harshness, but it is more gentle, the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, and the side face is very fascinating.
Facing the mirror, she carefully wiped her face with a sanitary napkin, and then wiped the white towel soaked in water that she had prepared before picking it up.
Suddenly, An Qingge turned around and asked: "Is my makeup and heavy makeup very different?"
Qiao Anmu began to enter the house, her eyes followed her all the time, and heard her ask this question.
Quickly closed his eyes, his expression became serious.
"It's quite big," Joan said. "However, I like your makeup..."
Delicate and pleasant, let his heart suddenly develop a desire to protect-desire.
"But my agent and assistant both said, I feel too cold for my face." An Qingge narrowed his smile, and his eyes fell tightly on him, as if asking him if he felt the same way?