under the mandatory requirements of two top-notch makeup artists and hairdressers, Yang Guo had to bite the bullet and take off his coat.

It's really tough. Yang Guo is ready to run away - although Yang Guo can beat them with two fists, he really can't do it!

The Black Polo shirt was taken off under Yang Guo's teeth, and the muscles covered by the clothes usually exposed: the not thick but strong chest muscles, the lean and distinct eight abdominal muscles, and the internal and external oblique muscles of the abdomen that can't even be covered by Yang Guo's pants - that is, the mermaid line that makes the rotten women daydream.

What if dawn? Johnson and Schwarzenegger's wrestler and fitness champion muscles are called bull or tiger, so Yang Guo's symmetrical, beautiful and explosive muscles can only be matched by a vigorous leopard.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Too, too, too handsome!"

Not surprisingly, the dressing room was filled with the harsh screams of two crooked men. Hairdressers and makeup artists, regardless of whether each other is around or not, grasp their mouths, raise their hips and stamp their feet, as if they were excited to see the fans of idol stars.

Fortunately, these two people are very professional, so they can't help jumping on their knees and licking. But their bright eyes made Yang Guo really ashamed. Yang Guo looked at the crooked couple, and really some roast, "are you really good like this? Won't you quarrel when you go back?" Of course, he didn't say it out of respect for the "gay" community

"Pants, pants!" The makeup artist scratched with his left hand in the air, as if touching something.

"What?" Yang Guo couldn't believe his ears.

"My pants are off, too!" The hairdresser was also urging him. His saliva was so drooling that he could hardly swallow it, and it was almost flowing to his beard!

"No!" Yang Guo desperately lifted his pants and protected his buttocks with one hand. He looked at them with some shame and indignation, but he couldn't take them off any more. If he took them off again, he wouldn't be able to protect the chrysanthemums!

Under Yang Guo's strong protest, the two finally gave up the idea of letting Yang Guo take off his pants, but Yang Guo still paid the price - he rolled up his trouser legs and let them touch and touch them on his calves... Many times, if Yang Guo hadn't resisted the reflex action of his legs, they would have been kicked to death by Yang Guo by a "wave turning".

"What do you think?"

"What do you think?"

The two put down Yang Guo and stood up, asking each other in unison.

"I think..." the two men stood side by side and whispered. Of course, they didn't plan to hide from Yang Guo. They could hear anything Yang Guo said, but Yang Guo didn't want to listen!

"Hello, can I get dressed?" Yang Guo asked weakly.

"Baba! Baba!" The door of the dressing room was suddenly pushed open. Qiqi and Luo Danni, a little girl and a big girl, stood at the door, staring at everything in the room.

"Hum..." eight year old Luo Danni still knew the difference between men and women, and she shyly covered her eyes.

"Baba, eat! Diner_time!" Qiqi cheerfully called out the words that had poured into her throat, and then scratched her head. She asked in some confusion, "why doesn't Baba wear clothes?"

Yang Guo didn't wait for the hairdresser's and makeup artist's promise. He put on his clothes with all his hands, flushed his face, waved his hand, and said, "Qiqi wants to go to dinner with sister Rodney, and dad still has a job." What can I do? He had to avoid talking.

"Qiqi, go to dinner quickly. Dad will come to you when he is finished!" Yang Guo pushed Qiqi involuntarily. He didn't dare to look at Luo Danni and felt that he had lost his old face in front of other little girls.

"Mr. housekeeper." Yang Guo said to the Western housekeeper who followed him, "please ask the nanny to feed my daughter dinner. She can have a bowl of porridge for dinner. If there is no porridge for Chinese food, she can also have a glass of milk and some jam bread."

"My pleasure, sir." The housekeeper answered flatly.

Qiqi obediently let Luo Danni lead her to the restaurant. Curiously, she asked in English mixed with a little French words, "Luo Danni, why doesn't my Baba wear clothes?"

"I don't know, but I know the other two are gay." Rodney also said childishly.

"What is gay?" Qiqi asked.

"Men like men!" Rodney also explained very seriously. Then she asked, "is your father gay?"

"It shouldn't be..." Qiqi thought for a long time, and said with some uncertainty, "Baba likes Qiqi and sister Beibei, so Baba likes girls."

"It doesn't count to like you..."

Two small voices gradually left. Yang Guo stood behind the door and heard their dialogue. Thousands of alpacas in his heart began to rush up: "it's over, the image is ruined..."

The hateful thing is that the two creators are still standing there complacently, proud that they have found the best makeup scheme. Yang Guo sat back angrily. After thinking for a while, he calmed down his anger - forget it, is it all for work!

Because it's rare to meet such a good material as YangGuo, the three people didn't eat, and they planned to get the makeup photos of YangGuo out tonight.

It may be that the two have been working together for a long time and are familiar with each other's work. When the hairdresser is making up, he also helps hand over paint, eyebrow pencil and so on. From time to time, he also puts forward some suggestions.

Yang Guo completely tied himself to the chair and was at the mercy of the other party on his face. It's not that he hasn't painted makeup. In the past, when foreign trade companies performed on stage at the annual meeting, they also invited makeup artists to make up. Then he had makeup experience when holding a press conference in Beijing and shooting "never thought of it".

However, no matter which time, there are not as many programs as today.

Although Yang Guo thought that the makeup artist was hundreds of times more powerful than any one he had met before, it took him an hour and a half to stop with satisfaction after brushing - he did it again twice because he was not satisfied with removing makeup

“Perfect！” The makeup artist pressed Yang Guo's shoulder and said with a smile.

His "boyfriend" - or "partner", the hairdresser also held his chest and said, "yes, this must be the most handsome and temperament Oriental I have ever seen!"

Yang Guo finally broke away from them and looked at himself in the mirror.

"Darling... Is this still yourself?" Yang Guo couldn't believe his eyes.

On this face alone, Yang Guo used to think that he was just a handsome level. His handsome face was even inferior to song Zhiwen's "guanxige" type girl killer level face. However, after putting on makeup, how did Yang Guo feel that he was even more handsome than "brother Leehom"?

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