The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl

"Let's go, it's time." An Chen took out the paper and threw it into the trash can, then washed his face again.

The make-up was not too heavy, but after washing the face, it was gone, and there were still a few strands of hair sticking to the side of the face, which formed a clear contrast with the pale face.

A few trainees also came here, and when they saw several mentors gathered here, they also froze in place.

"Do you want to go in?" An Chen saw several people.

"The makeup is too much, I want to wash my face." One of them said.

An Chen and the others gave way, and they entered the bathroom, still discussing in low voices.

Ji Xuan took out a tissue and wiped the water off An Chen's face, and could feel the temperature on An Chen's head through the tissue.

"Chenchen, you can't be stupid." Ji Xuan looked worried.

"No way, I'm so smart."

"Do you have any spare clothes? Let's change first." Jun Hao looked at Ji Xuan and asked.

"Yes, it's in the lounge. I'll take Chenchen to change first."

"Shall I go to a makeup artist to fix An Chen's makeup?" Li Weize asked.

"I'm with you, let's go." Jun Hao left with his shoulders on Li Weize.

Zhou Jun went to the lounge with Ji Xuan and An Chen. Ji Xuan took out the clothes from the backpack, and An Chen got into the changing room.

Ji Xuan has always had the habit of preparing an extra set of clothes for An Chen, and this time it just came in handy.

This is a set of purple and white reflective sportswear, and of course it is also sponsored by the young brand.

Since An Chen endorsed Young, the sales of clothing have greatly improved compared to before, and the new styles worn by An Chen are even sold out to the point of being out of stock.

Not only domestic sales have increased, but sales in other countries have also gradually increased. Although they don't know Anchen, the billboards and display boards will still confuse people.

An Chen is like a clothes hanger, he looks good in everything he wears, young really regards An Chen as a lucky general.

After changing clothes, the makeup artist followed Li Weize and Jun Hao to the lounge.

"I'll touch up your makeup, and then give you a simple haircut." The makeup artist quickly arranged things, and then started.

Ji Xuan and Jun Hao sat in a row on the sofa at the back, looking a little strange and funny.

After five minutes, the makeup artist finished his work. An Chen and the others returned to the scene, and Ji Xuan handed An Chen another cup, which contained medicine granules.

Not only Jun Hao and the others, but An Chen also wondered where Ji Xuan kept so many things.

With everyone in place, the radio blared, and the recording of the show resumed.

"Why did our mentor An Chen change his clothes? I didn't expect to pay so much attention to his image." Bai Xia picked up the microphone before Jun Hao, and looked at An Chen sideways from the side.

Originally, this sentence was nothing, but Bai Xia's tone made people feel uncomfortable, with a feeling of cynicism, and it was not the only one who felt this way.

Jun Hao wanted to help explain, but An Chen smiled and took the microphone.

"Of course you have to pay attention to your image. Although I think I rely on my inner and talent to win, my first impression is only on my outer appearance." An Chen said in a joking tone.

Bai Xia didn't know what to answer, so Zhou Jun quickly picked up the microphone and let the next group of trainees come on stage.

Although it has come to an end, the subsequent discussions have not stopped. The infighting between the instructors is also a good show for the trainees.

The director and Ji Xuan on the stage didn't know why Bai Xia would suddenly criticize him, but this conversation would definitely be cut.

Ji Xuan thought about it, the other mentors and directors knew why An Chen changed clothes, and Bai Xia was also on the scene, so there was no reason not to know, so why.

People in the world often say "the sea of ​​suffering in the world", but they don't know that time flowers greet birds and smile, the world is not dusty, and the sea is not bitter, so he suffers from his own heart. --"Talk of Vegetable Roots"