Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Mi Bei took a deep breath and said, "I still miss the noodles their mother made, the lively hot pot, and their little watermelons."

Zhuge Qinuo was trying hard to adjust: "These? Am I not right in front of you? If you can shake off the little tail behind you, you are welcome at any time. Except for the little watermelon, which depends on luck, the others are not a problem."

She thought she was trying to relax.

"So, last night?" Zhuge Qinuo couldn't help but ask.

Mi Bei wanted to say something when there was a knock on the door.

"Ms. Zhuge, are you ready?" It was Deng Qing's assistant.

Zhuge Qinuo immediately glanced at Mi Bei.

He pursed his lips and smiled: "Go!"

Zhuge Qinuo then replied: "Oh, OK, I'll be right there."

She stood up quickly and tried to go out. Mi Bei grabbed her wrist with one hand: "Are you going to run away?"

Zhuge Qinuo was stunned for a moment.

He held her elbow with his other hand: "You are wearing a dress, be steady."

She breathed a sigh of relief.

He helped Zhuge Qinuo to the door, and then he stood in front of her and gave her a big hug. If you say they were like friends, his chin was against her head; if you say they were lovers, there was no more intimacy.

The unique perfume on Mi Bei made Zhuge Qinuo dazed. But being dazed did not affect her heart, as if it was held tightly in Mi Bei's hand.

She was nostalgic for this feeling. She didn't want to leave his arms, didn't want to leave him. Many things should be made clear.

"Ms. Zhuge, are you ready?" Deng Qing's assistant outside the door urged cautiously, "Time is a bit tight."

"Don't be nervous later, come on." Mi Bei's voice, with his breath, fell on Zhuge Qinuo's neck. The heat had not dissipated yet, he had stood up straight, opened the door for her like a gentleman, gave her a look and a rather polite smile.

Zhuge Qinuo knew that she had to leave. But she felt relieved when she thought that they would see each other again after the event and there was no need to rush.

A few steps out of the door, Deng Qing was already standing in front of her, waving at her. She looked back again, and the door was already closed.

He calmed down, smiled, and walked forward, side by side with Deng Qing.

With every step I took, Mibei’s voice and breath lingered in my mind for a long time.

Deng Qing: "Are you so worried?"

"Mibei is not going to participate?" She suddenly remembered something and answered the question irrelevantly.

Deng Qing: "I don't think he will come. His popularity is rising. He has more endorsements. This brand is my job. His appearance will affect his future business, so he probably won't come."

"By the way, speaking of Mibei, you must have been paying attention to him, right? I don't know what's wrong with him, but he's been busy for a year without a break."

"According to him, this time his schedule was too full, so he applied for a few days of vacation. If he is photographed with me and appears at a brand launch conference, his agency will not let him go."

"He came here, not to participate in any activities, but just to rest?" Zhuge Qinuo asked tentatively, wanting to hear a different answer from Deng Qing.

"Sister, no matter how much work you have, you must take a break when you have the chance. Don't you often give yourself holidays? In the past year, he has hardly had much free time. When he was free, he seldom went out. At most, he would play games or ride a motorcycle alone. It is rare to have a few days of free time, so let him be more invisible, relax a little, and avoid unnecessary trouble." Deng Qing explained patiently, and Zhuge Qinuo expressed his understanding and agreement.

Deng Qing: "You keep talking about him, why don't you ask me why I'm here?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "Aren't you here to work?"

Deng Qing: "Aren't you curious about how I found you?"

"You have great connections, so it's not easy for you to find me, right?"

After Zhuge Qinuo said this, she realized something was wrong: "Yeah, how did Deng Qing know I was here? I only posted a illustrative circle of friends on WeChat saying "cruise trip, out of contact for a few days". After boarding the cruise, I didn't turn on the WiFi. How did he manage to accurately locate me?" She had a lot of questions, but she didn't want to know the answers.

"I'll touch up your makeup later. Also, you have good taste, the shoes and clothes match very well." Deng Qing said.

"I have repaired it! This shoe..." Zhuge Qinuo suddenly realized.

"When you go to the event and the lights are turned on, your makeup is too light. Go to the studio and the makeup artist will do your makeup. It will make you more charming." Deng Qing was still making arrangements, but Zhuge Qinuo was recalling in his mind.

The shoes were not given to her by Deng Qing, but by Mi Bei! She suddenly understood Mi Bei's "Happy Birthday".

It turns out that he remembered! He remembered her birthday, and the shoes, the cosmetics and lipsticks were all gifts from him. No wonder! She had wondered before, how could Deng Qing be so meticulous, when did he become so meticulous that he could know the brands of cosmetics and skincare products she used and the color of her favorite lipstick. But if it was Mi Bei, she wouldn't be surprised.

It turns out that he was there last night too! He saw her singing. That's why he said "very beautiful". Maybe the one following behind her last night was him, the one that Fly Man mentioned as "following someone behind".

"How many things did this Mi Bei, this fool, do secretly?" Zhuge Qinuo was secretly happy.

The distance that she once thought was so far seemed to become very close as long as she wanted, and it seemed that as long as she looked back, she could immediately have what she wanted.

If he didn't have to take responsibility for Deng Qing and his own reputation, or if she was younger and more impulsive, Zhuge Qinuo would have wanted to turn around right now, go back to Mi Bei, say thank you to him sincerely, and then stay by his side, not wanting to go anywhere else.

However, impulsiveness is not her style. She knows her priorities.

I came to Deng Qing’s temporary workshop and sat in front of the makeup mirror.

"Can we keep our eyebrows unchanged?" said Zhuge Qinuo and Deng Qing's exclusive makeup artist.

Makeup artist: "That depends on the overall makeup being adjusted before making adjustments. I hope you understand!"

Zhuge Qinuo: "I understand. Can you take a photo for me first?"

Makeup artist: "There will be a special photographer and videographer to take pictures of you later."

Zhuge Qinuo: "I just want to take a photo of my current makeup."

This makeup is not exquisite, and it can even be said that the technique is rough. In the eyes of the makeup artist, it is no different from covering the face with a layer of makeup.

The makeup artist was confused, but it really wasn't a big deal. She took a few photos of her with her phone.

Zhuge Qinuo looked at the photos and smiled from time to time.

"Can she be so happy with this kind of makeup? Or is she just narcissistic? If you want me to make her look awesome, won't she be so happy that she can't sleep at night?" The makeup artist thought so and decided to work harder on her makeup to let Zhuge Qinuo see what professionalism is.