To be honest, we can't blame these people. These people are almost all visual animals. Unless they have too unique and heavy taste, any individual will retreat from the current image of this little model.

Water is a mess of cosmetics. Although the makeup used by this little model is not cheap, it is not a shot that requires contact with the water. Therefore, under normal circumstances, no one will use cosmetics with specific effects, so no wonder this little model has a tragedy.

In order to make herself more prominent, the young model really feels that she is very wronged today. After all, for a person who attaches great importance to her appearance, crooked nose and swollen face are definitely unbearable. Now that the backer is here, how can she not cry? How can she be worthy of the grievances she suffered today? Don’t let her godfather know how miserable she is today? How can she let her godfather punish these people heavily and make her angry?

Unfortunately, this girl had forgotten her current image problem.

If she had the face before, it would be fine. Although this was a scheming person, unless she was a very ordinary person of level similar to J, it would be impossible for normal people to see that his bright and glamorous face, convex and convex figure, and his little aggrieved look, would definitely be the effect of being pitiful. But now, when Fitt hit, the corners of his mouth were swollen and his nose was crooked, and even the prosthesis in his nose was exposed, just like a rhino, with a point on his nose. No matter how you look at it, it makes people get small bumps all over his body.

Especially in order to gain the sympathy of her godfather, this man threw himself on Nehru and cried so hard that he snot and tears. He forgot that he needed to put on heavy makeup for the sake of shooting. The tears fainted the model's exquisitely depicted smoky eye makeup, and his crystal eyes fell down, leaving black ditches. In addition, this man habitually rubbed his face against Nehru (it is said that Nehru liked the little model to do this move the most, saying that she was like a stingy Persian cat when she did this move, which made her love her), so the little model's face completely became a palette.

Fortunately, it will be during the day. If this is the day, this young model will be able to scare away the old and young men on the street with her current phenomenon!

The little model raised her head blankly and looked around for a moment, not understanding why everyone looked at her with such a gaze. Finally, in the end, Jian'er couldn't help it, and gently patted Lei Na's arm around her, signaled him to let go, and then took out a small and delicate mirror from her bag (in the space), walked forward, and put it in front of the little model (Jian'er definitely does not admit that she deliberately beat this person because she was unhappy in the unhappy person in front of her before blocking her from leaving, which led to her being in trouble again. Knee, she just wanted to help others and save her from being pitiful.)…

"Ah! Ghost! Help my godfather! Help me!" The little model screamed, and the high dolphin almost broke the window of J. The next second, the man rolled and crawled toward Nehru again (Jian'er exclaimed: As expected, this person's potential is really an amazing ability. She really never thought that someone could be so agile if his legs were broken). Unfortunately, before the person touched Nehru's clothes, he was kicked away by the man who had opened the door with a big foot for Nehru with a look of no legs.

Good job! Nehru gave the man a look of admiration and was so happy that the man almost couldn't find him.

Nehru ignored the little model who was kicked back to the ground by a man and was thrusting there. After all, this little model is nothing different from a pet to him. In the past, her face was so pleasing to the eye, so she naturally had to be more pampered at hand. But now that face has become this kind of ghostly virtue, what value is there? Is it worthless? Is it necessary to say that the fate faced by this little pet without value? Naturally, it was discarded. So Nehru didn't look at the little model who had been thrusting there all the time. At this time, Nehru focused all the attention on Jian'er, no, or more accurately, that girl was on a certain young master behind Jian'er.

"So beautiful!" Nehru's small eyes narrowed into a slit flashed with a hint of intoxication. What should I do? How could there be such a beautiful person? Look at his silver half-length with brilliant brilliance, perfect, perfect face like the Apollo god of xL, cold temperament, and indifferent silver eyes make people feel like they want to conquer. Nehru's breathing became a little rapid. If such a beauty could lie under him...

Suspiciously, the crystal liquid flashed at the corner of Nehru's mouth, and then a drop of saliva uncontrollably slipped down from Nehru's mouth. Well, this person's image became more and more similar to that of an unhygienic animal who slept in. However, when he was a second brother of the same kind, he would feel a cute feeling. When this person made such an expression, he left the feeling that others could only want to lift his big feet and leave a mark of "going here" on this person's face.

There was no consciousness at all how disgusting the image of Tian Tian was at this time. Nehru pulled his clothes, cleared his throat, and tried to tighten his abdomen to make his waist look thinner. He pushed his toes and turned around like a giant compass, half tiptoed, walking towards Lei with a very elegant gait that actually looked extremely funny.

Standing three steps away from Lei, Nehru spread his hand, and his other arm that was comparable to the pillar drew an arc in the air and gave Lei a very elegant gift. Then he raised his head and looked at Lei obsessedly and said, "Nehru, who is your pride?"

"Get out!" Looking at the compost meat standing in front of him, Lei coldly spit out a word.

"What did you say?" Nehru's face changed, and a trace of evil aura escaped from Nehru. He actually dared to tell him to get out. He was so brave!

When Ray's handsome face entered the eyes again, Nehru's anger seemed to be poured on a bucket of cold water, and disappeared without a trace. The obsession rose again. So beautiful, so beautiful, this face is so beautiful!
Chapter completed!