Xiaoqi: But master, how can we escape?

  Young Master Yan, black-haired, handsomely flung it off: Who said I was going to escape?

   "Steward."

   She yelled, and soon the old butler knocked at the door, and then walked in after hearing the answer, standing with her hands, "Master, what do you want?"

   "Clean up, I'm going out in a while."

  Yantao said something casually, but the old butler seemed to have expected it long ago and didn't refuse. The husband had told her earlier that whatever the young man wanted, he promised her.

   "Master, where are you going?"

  "Museum."

  Yantao smiled slightly, the museum collections are generally genuine, and there should be what she needs.

   "Okay, Master."

  Old housekeeper: "But Mr. has ordered that if you want to go out, you must clean up first."

  If Yantao went out like this and asked others to recognize it, everything Liu Cheng had done would be in vain.

  Yantao also knew that, let the old housekeeper call a makeup artist to apply makeup for her.

  The makeup artist is a man in his forties. When he came in with the makeup case, his eyes were on the peach blossom eyes of the teenager, and he was seldom stunned.

Oh, my god.

  This boy is as perfect as a **** in mythology.

   "You, hello."

  Taylor is a well-known makeup artist. He used to be favored by the Sidney family to work for Liu Cheng.

  The mouth is tight, and he never said a word, which is the reason why he can live so far.

   Yan Tao nodded slightly, her thin red lips outlined a casual smile, "Hello."

  Taylor’s complexion glowed red with excitement, and the more skilled a makeup artist could turn decadence into magic.

  But they are also like artists, with their own pursuit of perfection.

  The Oriental boy who appeared is simply the muse of his dream...

   "Taylor," the old butler appeared at the right time, reminding in a rigid tone, "You can start."

   "Good, good."

  Taylor opened the makeup box, his eyes were full of admiration and surprise when he looked at Yan Tao, which was like a perfect work of art.

  The boy's complexion was fair and so detailed that the pores were hard to see. Taylor only added a layer of water to her face and smeared her face with a makeup stick.

  Half an hour passed before stopping.

   "Master, do you think this is okay?"

   Yantao walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

  A wicked and charming young man appeared in the mirror, and his eyebrows were a little bit of an endless wickedness.

  A pair of peach blossom eyes were deepened and elongated by Taylor, and they were made with dark eyeshadow. The original fine black hair was all combed to the back of his head, revealing a smooth and white forehead.

  The black hair is combed back, which strengthens the teenager's aggressiveness, and his handsome and picturesque face is full of aggressiveness, handsome to almost violent.

  Taylor emphasized the peach blossom eyes of the teenager. Although she didn't make much change, this almost earth-shaking change of aura was unrecognizable by anyone. She was Yan Tao.

  Little Seven: Wow~

  The master is relying on this makeup to press down until the future young lady is just around the corner.

  Master Yan raised his eyebrows, "Yes."

   "You like it."

  Taylor respectfully tied his hands, put away the makeup case, and still couldn’t help but asked, “Can I take a photo of you? Don’t worry, I’ll just keep it for myself, and I’ll never post it on the Internet.”

  The old butler frowned immediately: "Taylor, I thought you were clear about the rules."

  Taylor knew it, but still couldn’t help asking. He put down his phone in disappointment, but he heard a young laugh, "Take a picture, this young master looks so beautiful, so I can’t leave it to myself."

  The old butler...

  Taylor...