C97 (2/2)

She was like a puppet in Escrow, every move she made was being guided by others. Every day, she would be given a job to do, as for the other things, she did not need to know, she did not need to know either.

Because knowing too much makes it painful.

This kind of life wasn't what she wanted. In addition, everything was magnified in front of the camera. If Tang Xiaoyi wanted to understand everything, then no matter how good her mental state was, she would face collapse.

Lying on the big bed that resembled a palace courtyard, Tang Xiao Ai could not help but feel insomnia as she thought of the person next door was Zhong Yuqing.

The image of Zhong Yuqing was blurred in her mind. The perfect man who had once been an angel was slowly changing his flavor. Perhaps it was because of her own psychological reasons, but she always felt that the God above her also had the aura of smoke and fire on the mortal world.

In the other room, Zhong Daqing was also having trouble sleeping.

The reason for his insomnia is simple... Desire, missing women.

He wanted to knock on the door next door and ask how much it would cost him for a night... She would definitely throw it out with her slippers.

Thinking of Tang Xiao Ai's possible reaction, Zhong Yuqing couldn't help but smile. He had never imagined a woman's expression before. It was as if he had become young and no longer the steady, ruthless fox from the business world.

However, the peach pink dress behind her was really beautiful. It made her look like a peach flower stuck out of an Oriental painting. It was so charming and beautiful that it caused the foreigners to circle around her … He did not like it when someone else touched something he had tasted, so he brought her back in advance.

The next day, Tang Xiao Ai was woken up by a phone call. She was called to wake her up by an insider to prepare for an interview with the French media.

Tang Xiao Yi casually picked herself up and rushed out.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw that his assistant, Lan Xing Qing, was standing in the luxurious living room and smiling at him when he was at Linjia International.

The makeup artist and stylist standing beside her. He didn't know if he was still awake or had just left. The door was closed and he hadn't appeared yet.

”Sleeping badly at night?” Lan Xing Qing greeted her and said with a smile, ”Is it because the jet lag hasn't arrived yet? Their eyes are a little blue. ”

”Love, you have to take some melatonin with you... Pineal drugs do not make you dependent on sleeping pills, but they do make you sleep well. ” She said while giggling lovingly.

”No, I think we should have a professional masseur and doctor … At least I wouldn't dare take any drugs. They're poisonous. ” Stylist Xiao Hui is always cautious.

”Little Love, don't listen to him. Look at his dark circles. If you don't cover it up with powder, you'll be scared to death.” Love shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile.

”But for your health, first have a nutritious breakfast.” Little Zhao walked in from outside and made an inviting gesture towards the dining area on the right, interrupting everyone's chatter.

Seeing that her personal assistant had also arrived and that she hadn't seen Zhong Yuqing, Tang Xiao couldn't help but feel a lot more relaxed. It was just that during the meal, she had to listen to the two people beside her constantly arguing and feeling a bit pained.

Love and Xiao Hui had been partners for more than ten years. They were originally the image advisors of Linjia International, so they didn't dare to talk to each other in front of Zhong Yuqing. They would argue about the same thing no matter where they went.

Strangely, these two people, who seemed to have nothing in common at all, were unexpectedly harmonious together.

Love to create makeup very perfect match with Xiao Hui's model, never make a mistake.

It was because of the perfect combination of these two that the picky Qin Junning had asked Zhong Yuqing to give these two to him so that they could become Tang Xiao Ai's personal makeup artist and stylist.

After Tang Xiao Yi finished eating, Little Zhao pressed the summon bell. The presidential suite door opened and a group of people came in, carrying large and small bags. Their movements were professional and quick as they opened the box, which was filled with clothes and bags of accessories.