"Puff." Jia Xiaoming sprayed at the time. He dully took out his ears: "I'm sorry, what did you just say? I might have fainted because of the sun today."
The solar energy in February can dazzle people? Laila didn't bother to complain about him.
"You heard me right. I said I want you."
Jia Xiaoming didn't know what she was thinking and suddenly said: "Although I am handsome, you make me a little embarrassed so suddenly. Why don't we start with friends?"
Laila smiled, and the next action was to grab the cushion next to her and slam it on his flat face: "This is a good sentence. I will use it in my next horror movie. It should scare some people."
Jia Xiaoming also knew that she didn't mean that. He was not narcissistic enough to believe that a girl like her would suddenly be fascinated by his chic demeanor. If they get along for a while, she will understand how powerful a man like him is.
"Okay." He raised his hand and surrendered: "What can I do for you?"
Laila leaned against the back of the chair, squinting at him with icy blue eyes, "I want your skills, your makeup skills."
"Huh?" Jia Xiaoming subconsciously took out his ears again: "My makeup technique?"
"Yes. Your makeup is good. I think it will have a good effect when used in movies."
"Please wait a minute." Jia Xiaoming felt that he needed to be quiet: "If I remember correctly, I can be recognized by you every time I dress up? Are you sure you need that kind of technique?" Although he is proud of himself, being able to disguise himself to anybody of his choice, Laila always sees through the disguise. Every time he was recognized by her, he felt that his life was bleak!
"You know, I make movies. Makeup special effects are used more. I lack a good special effects make-up artist now. Your craftsmanship seems to be good. Don't you have any interest in trying it?"
After several meetings, it can be seen that his outfit is not just a change of face, but also that there are no flaws in his body, skin color, accent, etc. If these can be dressed up, then there shouldn't be a problem turning into a monster and zombie, right?
Jia Xiaoming looked at her with weird eyes: "Is this your condition?"
"Yes, this is my condition."
Laila answered very simply, but Jia Xiaoming seemed to be a little bit unbelievable in his ears to confirm again: "Really, it's such a simple condition?"
In his opinion, as shrewd as her, how could she give up so easily when she knew there was a stick to knock. She should have mentioned a bunch of conditions that make him a headache.
"If you don't want to talk about it, just forget it." Laila said impatiently: "I don't have to do it with you." On your side, it is with me. She didn't say this. Anyway, it was something that both of them knew well. She didn't worry that he would throw his sleeves away because of her bad treatment.
She knows very well that even if she wants many benefits, someone will help her realize her wish. But she didn't want to get too involved with these people, and she didn't lack anything. She has money, and problems that can be solved with money are not problems. And the other party who can't solve it with money won't stand up just because she helped a little.
So she simply asked for a small, innocuous, but very helpful condition for her. As she said, she lacked a makeup artist. Although she could tell Jia Xiaoming's disguise every time, she judged it not from his appearance but more like a mysterious feeling.
It can be seen that his dressing method is so good that outsiders can't detect it, and it is precisely the helper she needs in future movies. As for his identity, there is always a solution.
"Talk, of course, talk." Jia Xiaoming sat across from her with a look in his eyes that had never been serious. He no longer treats her as a teenage girl at all. It turns out that there are such people in the world that cannot be judged by age and experience.
He understands her thoughts, knows that she only wants such a little deep meaning, and it is precisely because of this that her weight in his heart is much heavier.
"If you need me to do anything, just give me instructions and promise to complete the task." He grinned and punched his chest with his right hand. In exchange for this cooperation, he felt it was very worthwhile. And to be honest, acting as a makeup artist in a movie is also very interesting to think of, and maybe it can bring him a different experience.
Laila stood up, walked up to him under his incomprehensible gaze, and then… pulled both hands towards his face.
"It hurts, it hurts!" Jia Xiaoming was so embarrassed that he was about to lose his face and quickly wailed: "Miss, it's not like that!" If it is so easy to be torn out, wouldn't it be easy to be discovered?
Laila withdrew her hand with interest: "What material is this? It feels similar to human skin." In addition to the slightly lower temperature of the hand, it feels more like real skin than the stumps she used in previous movies.
"Sorry, this is a unique family tradition. Passing on from men to daughters, from sons to daughters-in-law. Understand? It means…" Jia Xiaoming was trying to instill orthodox Eastern culture into her, but he accidentally forgot the girl in front of him.
"I know what it means. Okay, I respect your rules." Laila asked the bodyguard to take out a business card and hand it to him: "Call this number if you have anything to do, and leave another number to contact you."
"Okay." Jia Xiaoming took out a business card from his pocket and wrote a series of numbers on the back: "I need to arrange for at least two people to join the crew. I will be notified when I can arrange it."
Laila took the business card in her hand and raised her eyebrows when she saw an unfamiliar English name on the front: "Since they are already partners, don't you think you should tell me a real name?"
Jia Xiaoming pretentiously touched his chin deeply: "My real name has long been forgotten. You can call me by any name if you want. In fact, don't you think Jia Xiaoming is a good name? It is fresh and cute, and easy to remember. "
Easy to remember and understand, where is fresh and cute? Laila murmured in her heart, but she still had a mysterious smile on her face. The man in front of her seemed to be pressed by her step by step, but if he thought she was a rookie who could knead at will, he would be miserable.
How could he not order the city if he did his job. The reason for showing a weak chicken in front of her is nothing more than two reasons, one is to weaken her vigilance, and the other is to show her kindness. Since he was willing to pretend to be like this, Laila would naturally not be so stupid to force his true colors out.