Third Comb

or two seconds and raised his brows, “The one to draw on eyebrows?”

“En.”

“Sure.”

Jiang Tiao breathed a sigh of relief and took out the hexagonal Shiseido eyebrow pencil and handed it to him.

“Where do I sign?” The man looked at the little pencil head in his hand and unscrew the cap.

“Can you sign my phone? I have a matte white case on.” Her reaction was to the peak of her life like all the problems are solved in one moment.

Fu Jing Tian took Jiang Tiao’s phone and turned it over.

It really is a matte white shell, there is nothing on the back.

His fingers are slender, his palm generous.
Holding the tiny eyebrow pencil almost seemed like a violation and unsuitable.

But he still flamboyantly signed his name.

Jiang Tiao took back her phone.

Fu Jing Chuan.

Three words, black marks against the white surface.
The sincerity is exactly the same as the signature she had seen online before.

Like moving clouds and flowing water, it was natural and unforced.

She didn’t dare to put her phone back in her pocket, afraid that it will rub off.

Along the way, she contemplated whether she should put on a top coat to prevent the color from fading.

After all, from now on, his phone case is no longer a mobile phone case.
It is an heirloom.

“Your handwriting is very beautiful.” Jiang Tiao sincerely praised.
She is so happy now, every nerve in her body is full of satisfaction and warmth.

“If you sign a lot, of course, it will look nice.” He put the cap back on pencil and returned it to her.

She took it and said, “I didn't expect to meet you here so you have to use this to sign.
My apologies.”

“It’s fine,” The man encountered, “I think this kind of method is very…”

His phone rang, interrupting him.

But Jiang Tiao could probably guess that he was trying to compliment her.

“Okay, en, delay some time, no, no need to pick up, I’m not a three-year-old child, I don’t need someone to pick me up from the restroom.
En, I’ll go myself.”

While the male god talked freely on the phone, she also raised her ears and listened carefully.

Who would’ve thought that not only is Fu Ting Chuan close to other people, but he also has a sense of humor?

The corner of Jiang Tiao’s lips rose.
Her happiness could be described as a bird fluttering its wings, desperately trying to squeeze out of her chest.

When the other party hung up, Jiang Tiao hurried to put on a straight face.

Fu Ting Chuan looked at the girl in front of him and asked, “You’re part of the crew right?”

“Yes.” Jiang Tiao immediately straightened up.

“Do you know where the dressing room is?”

“Yes.” Jiang Tiao is probably the person most familiar with that area.
She felt this was the right time to introduce herself to him.

“Mr.
Fu, I am your makeup artist.”