Cosmetic composition

Collection of 8 practical cosmetic ingredients

In daily study, work or life, everyone must have been exposed to writing. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. Have no clue when writing a composition? The following are 8 makeup compositions I have compiled for reference only. Let's have a look.

1 My good friend and classmate will have a birthday. This colorful little "Mimi" has been circulating wildly in the class for several weeks. The big cake has been ordered. It is said that it was specially made in a big cake shop in Shanghai, and the hotel has reserved seats. It is said to be a luxury hotel in Qingpu. Anyway, it's getting weirder. Let's talk about the saliva that everyone is greedy for. ...

Time flies so slowly, why can't this day come? Don't worry, it will arrive today. On Saturday morning, my mother sent me to dinner. On the way, I met Yue Yue and her mother at the same destination, so I was transferred to go with them.

I was very surprised by the natural grandeur of the hotel. We were introduced into a big private room by the waitress, and many students came. We greeted everyone with warm hugs until the big round table was surrounded, and the birthday party was grandly started.

"Today is Peng Yuqing's tenth birthday, so I invite you to play together, because the tenth birthday is the most important. The tenth birthday marks that she has grown up. " Qing Yu's mother ended her welcome speech with emotion. Peng Yuqing played a passionate piano piece by herself, and another student played a happy birthday song on the flute. Then, accompanied by piano, flute and other musical instruments, we sang "Birthday Song" in both Chinese and English. When the candle went out, the light instantly lit up the room and a group of innocent children. A beautiful big cake was quickly distributed to each small plate. It's a pity. I don't know how much effort the cake maker has put into it.

Everyone was full, enough, and began to chase each other and put cakes on each other's faces. Everyone's face is colorful and really happy. Of course, the most beautiful protagonist made of cake is Peng Yuqing's classmate. ...

Then we played like this, everyone chased each other madly, chased the hotel, had a good time, and forgot the big meal coming from the back end. I only heard my aunt shouting at the door of the private room: "Come and eat! The food is cold ... "

Make-up composition article 2: A plain mother is still the most beautiful angel.

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On weekends, my mother accompanied me to go shopping. I put on my beautiful clothes and took care of my hair with gel water in front of the mirror. Mother pushed the door and came in. "Little spray. Too much is not good for hair. " My mother wears simple clothes as usual. I know mom can't bear to wear beautiful clothes. "Mom, it will be more beautiful to put on some makeup." "What kind of makeup do people in their thirties need?" "I am not old in my thirties." I said. My mother didn't answer, so she picked up a comb to help me comb my hair. After a long time, my mother said, "I never wear makeup." Words, there is a faint sigh.

When I was a child, my mother always liked to wear light makeup, light makeup, light lipstick, light gardenia perfume and elegant long skirts. At that time, my mother was beautiful. My mother takes me out to play, and someone always praises my mother for her beauty. At this time, my mother will smile brightly, just like a blooming gardenia.

Later, as I grew up, she had more and more things to do and no time to make up every day. Like all girls who love beauty, I like to collect beautiful accessories and am interested in makeup. I buy a lot of things every time I go into a boutique, but my mother always goes in empty-handed and comes out empty-handed. Once, my mother took a fancy to a ten-dollar lipstick, hesitated repeatedly, and finally didn't want to buy it.

Mother is busy with housework and farmland all day and has no time to pay attention to her appearance and clothes. Because she often works in the sun, her original white skin has become dark red and rough, and fine wrinkles have climbed onto her forehead.

One day, my mother was sitting alone in front of the dresser, muttering to herself in the mirror: "People are old, old." But she still didn't wear makeup. Mother's fresh light makeup, faint gardenia fragrance and elegant long skirt are gradually blurred in my memory. "Girl, what are you doing?" Mother smiled and nodded with her hand. "Mom, I put on makeup today. I haven't seen you make up for a long time. " "What's good. It's not that my mother is old and ugly, is it? " Mom laughed and joked. I put my mother on the stool in front of the dresser and said, "Mom, what are you talking about? You are the most beautiful in my daughter's mind. Make up, you will be more beautiful. Don't worry, your daughter's makeup skills are first-class. " Mother smiled and said nothing.

I looked at the cosmetics on the table. Few belong to my mother. Most of them belong to me, hairline, nail polish, lipstick, hand cream, moisturizer, everything, but my mother only has a cheap bottle of facial cleanser aside.

I felt my nose was sour, so I took cosmetics and put on my mother's makeup. Although I am not a makeup artist, I will try my best to make my mother more beautiful. My mother kept her eyes closed, with a faint smile on her mouth, and a face of happiness and enjoyment.

It is said that mothers in the world were originally beautiful angels. For children, they shed their gorgeous costumes and put love and beauty on children.

‖ Beimenhu Literature Society, Yangzi Middle School, Zhongxiang City, Hubei Province ‖ Instructor: Wang Wenchao

Zhang Xiaofeng wrote in "Mother's Feather"-which mother was not changed by a fairy? Just like the little weaver girl in the story, they weave rainbows, spin neon lights and hide clouds to catch the moon. How often do they worry? They are the most pitiful little daughters of the gods. They look at the water all day and are surprised by their beautiful feathers and skin. They focus on their youth for a long time and revel in its brilliance. One day, her feather clothes disappeared, and she became coarse cloth on the earth-she decided to be a mother.

Mother's feather clothes represent youth and beauty, and when she entered the role of mother, she put this beautiful feather clothes on her children. In this article, my daughter wrote about her mother's change and her contribution to her family and children. Just because her mother put on makeup when she was young, she is now neglecting to take care of herself. What is commendable is that the author did not blindly praise or lament this, but put it into action. The moment she personally made up her mother's makeup, she not only left the most beautiful and affectionate silhouette in the world, but also injected the warmth of love into our hearts.

My hobby after school is broadcasting host. My parents gave me after-school training hosted by children's broadcasting when I was in primary school, hoping to expand my hobbies and cultivate my sentiment. Some of the courses hosted by the radio are cosmetic surgery, because this hobby sometimes requires taking the stage to host some small programs, and the school performance host also needs to prepare some clothes and make up himself. Because I am still in junior high school, my parents are not particularly supportive of my makeup. Although I have learned relevant knowledge, I only use being hosted on formal occasions.

Once I secretly observed that my mother was very interested in my little cosmetics, but she just took a look. In my impression, my mother doesn't wear makeup, but she takes photos in the studio. I think my mother must be a girl who especially loved beauty when she was young. Like other young people, she likes new clothes, fashionable skirts and high heels. Maybe when she was a student, she would spread her hair gracefully, choose her favorite cloth to cut new clothes, and like to dress up beautifully and go out with her good friends. It's just that after she got married, all her thoughts were on her husband and children. This kind of dedication is possessed by many mothers. I feel a little distressed about my mother. Everyone must have a dream of loving beauty. So I sat my mother in front of the dresser and told her that I would paint her makeup.

Mom was a little embarrassed at first, and kept saying that she was too old to take care of the whole thing of these little girls. I just smiled and continued to insist on painting her makeup. Later, my mother also became interested in those cosmetics. She asked me what this is, how to use that, whether the lipstick of this color is too bright, and when I learned this knowledge. She was a little relieved when I told her it was part of the remedial class.

After putting on makeup, she smiled in the mirror. My mother looks much younger after putting on makeup. My mother is also a very beautiful person. If my mother had a senior makeup artist, I'm afraid she was as beautiful as a star.

Make-up composition 4 ink and paper are interlaced to create a dance of words. The ink ribbon floats over the valley of the heart, and the valley is full of clear springs and drums. This book removes the makeup from my heart and outlines thousands of scenes.

Poetry is like powder, drunk, and hits the soul of life directly. A complicated and twisted sentence reverberates in the ear, beating the strings of life. Tracing back to the military line, "the teeth are parted from the phoenix, and the iron ride around the dragon city." They decorated horses one by one and besieged the city. In order to defeat the enemy, restore military orders, and defend their hometown, they waved halberds, walked through the Jin Ge iron horses, and killed bandits and thieves. The soldier's heavy but not heavy sweat, the hero's soul is not as precious as the land. With an unshakable childlike innocence, even tigers and leopards dare to fight, and wolves and wolves dare to fight. Zhan Ge rested in peace and the sky was calm, but the struggle between Wangjiang women and lovesickness did not end. "Oblique light tenderness" is scattered on "water length", which is worrying. The weak woman in Wangjianglou lives alone, but the temperature in Wangjianglou is not as warm as that person's arms.

This novel is like that painting. Wipe it on my mind and stimulate my sensitive social nerves. Kong Yiji's tall body was crushed to ashes by society in the late Qing Dynasty. Chief chameleon changed his color seven times. Ah Q's "spiritual victory law" was of no help in the society at that time. The novel depicts the gloom of society and gives me a pair of eyes to judge the right and wrong of cars.

Prose is facial cleanser, which cleans my acne and blackheads and makes me quiet and natural. Talking about Life has no reincarnation and no regrets; There is only one life, and happy flowers are in full bloom, which reminds me of my understanding of life, and the wise proverbs drive away the "acne" of doubt. Be wary of Mongolia's "black head" worry. The vigorous vitality and freshness of the underground forest wash your face first, and its unwilling degeneration and positive growth make the spots disappear. The doubts and irritability of youth have been absorbed. Prose makes me feel refreshed and open.

Books make up the makeup for life, naturally whitewash and carve, imperceptibly, so that the life repair of the broken walls becomes full and complete, and the words and dialogues in the stream of consciousness also melt away. "My mind is full of poems and books."

A dim lamp, a glass of milk, a three-foot desktop, some good books and a pen-this is my reading room and the dressing room of my life.

Sip warm milk, carefully read beautifully packaged books, beige elegant paper, and square words, like a clean stream, flowing in my turbid heart.

I sigh that ordinary words, after magical softness, have become beautifully decorated articles. Between the frozen words, the author's thoughts are rippling freely; However, between the solidified paragraphs, there are vivid characters that become the colors of everything, forming a dynamic style painting. Various colors, although quietly condensed into black letters, really dazzled me.

I picked up a pen and walked into this strange and clean world, purifying my body and putting on a natural and pure makeup.

I groped in this world, timidly dotted with incomplete flowers in my heart. With the increase of pages, my clumsy and polluted thoughts have been taken away by the dust. The new page has blossomed with new sparks and new ideas. Like a profound wisdom mage, it has cleared the secular thoughts in my heart and led me to new ideas. I groped silently all the way.

The light is silent, and the milk is mellow, which keeps me going on a clean long road.

In a trance, the words spilled at the bottom of the pen are more beautiful and violent! It is like a boat, sailing in the direction of the sea. In an instant, my heart slowly calmed down like a river, no longer a simple desktop and paper, but a clear and brand-new world.

Turn to the last page, the end of the song, the end of the road. Close the book, the distant road to purification has been quietly settled in the rear. I got up and looked out of the window, and my eyes seemed to be much clearer. All the worldly dust has disappeared, leaving only the vast sky and faint clouds. I feel refreshed and consciously turned into a truly elegant makeup from the inside out. I don't know which hand put on the perfect makeup for this book and my life. He just drifted away?

The cardamom years are getting farther and farther away from us, and we are no longer the little girl who used to focus on beautiful flowered skirts and steal a look. A neat ponytail shows our pure sunshine; As fresh and generous as wearing a neat and clean school uniform; A plain face without decoration makes our life more beautiful and moving. If you don't believe me, just watch.

On the dining table at home. It's a holiday now, before the whole family has dinner. Mom and dad are busy in the kitchen. I am also very happy in the kitchen, constantly passing bowls and serving dishes. Of course, don't forget to say a few words "Wow, it smells good! Mom and Dad, you are really talented. I must eat three bowls. " Waiting for such sweet words to make parents happy. Watching my parents smile happily, I will also raise my mouth. Parents say that a clever and sensible daughter is the cutest.

On the campus playground. In summer, put on thin school uniforms and running shoes as white as new, and the hard journey began. It seems that the sun is shining overhead, but the methodical steps of your legs are firm. Even in poor health, I will follow the army step by step. Every time the PE teacher asks me to cook, I will try my best to complete each group of leapfrog. It is the gorgeous season of summer flowers, and the PE teacher praised that "people are brighter than flowers." Because people who struggle and persist are always the most dazzling.

Inside the dormitory. The air conditioner makes a wheezing sound, just like an old man with asthma. Although you can't spit out too much air conditioning, it is also the only cooling tool in hot summer days. "Well, my throat is so dry, uh-huh." My roommate complained early in the morning, and I kept it in mind. As night fell, we also went to bed. I took my own plastic basin for washing clothes, filled it with half a basin of water and put it in the middle of the bedroom. Before going to bed in the morning, I always open the doors and windows, introduce the breeze and warm sunshine into the dormitory, and let them dance to their heart's content. From then on. Get up in the morning and cough less. Roommates say careful and enthusiastic friends are the best.

Our 156 years old is an unforgettable, beautiful and moving youth. No glitz; There is only a touch of bookishness and a warm sunshine smile on campus. There is no waywardness, only understanding and heartfelt thanks to parents. There is no quarrel, only mutual help and care. Warm smile, sweet words and silent care have created a beautiful me and formed a wonderful time.

Use these to make up for my life!

No one will have a perfect life. If it is not perfect, we should learn to make up for our lives.

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At dusk, I came out of the library with my schoolbag on my back, and the street lamps were on every second, depicting the colorful nights in this city. The bus pulled into the station. I got on the bus, found a window seat, sat down and closed my eyes.

There was a sound of metal colliding with each other. When I opened my eyes, I saw four young girls, all wearing heavy makeup, and the metal chains on my belts and trousers jingled. M-girls was twittering in our front row, and the strong perfume smelled like tobacco and alcohol.

I opened the window to get some air, and then I sat down and saw four heads with different hair colors struggling to tilt their angles, and four screens glowing slightly in the dim carriage.

Inside the head, Lu Xun is shouting, Bing Xin is smiling, Lin is whispering and Lao She is talking. I closed my eyes and recalled the results of today's "hunting", tasting the ups and downs word by word: "Alas! Look, look, Karen told us to get together at night! " "Is that long Shuai Shuai?" "hmm!" "Then we have to make up our makeup quickly!" There was another chatter, followed by the jingle of rouge perfume and nail polish.

I opened my eyes and looked helplessly at them layer by layer, sticking my face to the wall bit by bit, and my long false eyelashes fluttered up and down into two cyclones.

They praise each other how beautiful they are, but I think they are like dolls with white faces and red lips, false, unattractive and empty. After getting off the bus, there was a buzz behind me, and high heels were banging on the street corner.

Is the beauty of appearance really beautiful? I sigh in my heart. Countless young lives have been poisoned by tobacco and alcohol and corroded by powder perfume, but we have not found that in a place called the library, people's souls have been stretched and sublimated, making people elegant and beautiful from the inside out.

Putting makeup on the body surface will only corrode the body further and earlier, and putting makeup on the essence of life and spirit will make beauty last forever.

My feelings for books are like friends for many years, and there will always be sadness or joy in the morning and evening. Fill life with books, and fill life with real beauty.

The makeup of life is the noblest and hardest to find, but it is also the most common. Make-up for life is to put wings on your heart and fly.

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Pale face, enchanting red lips and messy hair are the characteristics of modern makeup. In this era, who will remember to outline an elegant makeup for their own lives? But this is exactly what we should do.

Making up for life is a simple and beautiful process.

Soft fallen leaves covered the path, and the red maple leaves danced gently like warm sunshine. At this moment, there is a blank sheet of paper under your feet. Can you pick it up? If you have, then you have drawn an eyebrow for life with your kindness.

A terrible test paper, a dazzling fork as cold as a dagger, surrounded by ruthless ridicule, parents' disappointed faces and teachers' puzzled questions, will you still not give up your efforts? If you do, then you have run your life with your persistence.

A casual collision, in the face of scattered books, bruised arms, timid eyes, and a "sorry" from the other side, will you smile and hold back your anger while picking up books and say "It doesn't matter"? If you have, then you have used your tolerance to make you blush for life.

Watching the ebb and flow of the tide and facing the changes of the sun, the moon and the stars, will you be curious? Will you ask questions and solve them? If you do, then you have powdered your life with your thinking wisdom.

Family changes, the departure of friends, and the hatred of relatives, when these hang over you, will you choose to be positive? If you do, then you have added elegant lips to your life with your optimism.

These are the real makeup for life, very common, but also difficult to do. To pursue perfection, we should read more books and cultivate our temperament. Then your soul is beautiful.

These are trivial things, but they can add the best color and charm to life. Life at this time, just like bamboo, although not very beautiful, has a thousand integrity.

Make-up is a simple but extraordinary insistence on life. Make-up in life is to cleanse the soul in the green mountains and green waters. Make-up for life is to put wings on your heart and fly in a more beautiful and broader sky.

The sky lit up slightly, accompanied by passionate marches, read aloud with our sweet voices, and the ups and downs turned into colorful pastels, making up for our lives.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock ..." With the sound of raindrops, our reading sound is loud and clear. In the early morning, the fog and rain are hazy, the cock crow is clear, mixed with the sound of reading, and together with the early bird singing, it forms a beautiful symphony that ripples in every corner of the campus. Take a deep breath gently, and a fresh air will come to my mind, and all my troubles will be forgotten. From then on, I know that reading is a kind of white, which can wash away unpleasant things in my heart.

At noon, holding fragrant teas, sitting in his corner, carefully watching Bing Xin's works, crying and laughing with the author. When your expression is in harmony with the author, Grandma Bing Xin is like sitting in front of you, crying and laughing with you, telling other people's stories and savoring her own life. Although there is a trace of sadness in it, it is still a textbook of life. Bitterness and sadness are only the second, and happiness is the essence. From then on, I learned that reading is a kind of yellow, symbolizing a positive life.

Reading a section quickly with a book is a fast silent reading method in reading, just like riding a roller coaster. Passion is everywhere, which makes people relaxed and happy. Everything I read about the author in speed reading is not specific, but it is very attractive. From then on, I know that fast silent reading is like a kind of red, strong and lasting appeal.

In class, the teacher asked us to read the text freely and read aloud with music. It feels like running on the prairie, looking up at the endless blue, and we can't help crying, "How beautiful our future is." From then on, I knew that reading aloud was a kind of blue, symbolizing a bright future.

Accumulate these colors in your heart, and with its description, life will be better.

Out of the school gate, it was raining in Mao Mao, and I came home dejectedly, clutching my hands on the crumpled test paper.

I have experienced this scene many times, but this time I was completely disappointed and finally returned to a difficult home.

I gently pushed open the door and my mother was cooking. I put down my schoolbag and locked a person in the room without saying anything.

Somehow, two lines of hot tears could not help falling, and my fist was taken back. I felt sad in my heart, and my hands tore at the test paper involuntarily. I sat by the window and watched the downpour outside, but my heart was uneven, but a butterfly that was about to fall in the heavy rain appeared in front of my eyes.

Its wings were badly beaten by the heavy rain, and several holes have been broken in several places, so it seems that it can't fly. However, the butterfly is still struggling. When it rains, it flaps its wings quickly. Just as the fan was fanned, the raindrops the size of beans knocked off its wings again, but unexpectedly, the butterfly did not give up but tried its best. There seems to be a flame of fighting spirit burning around. It turned its body, its wings danced instantly, and finally it flew, but it didn't last long. After a while, it was knocked down by the rain, but the fire around him was still burning and it began to struggle. ...

Seeing this, my heart suddenly trembled. The little butterfly still worked so hard and persisted in the face of difficulties, and finally overcame the difficulties and made her life more exciting. I should be fearless like a butterfly.

So, I stopped complaining, but worked harder, sat at my desk, worked hard and was busy with my studies. Just as I looked up, I suddenly saw a man who overcame difficulties and succeeded in the distance waving to me.

From then on, I understood that only by persistent and strong efforts can I make my life better, more exciting and more successful. Let your life be better at the end of success!

A ray of moonlight, a cup of tea, a figure, I was blinded by trivial matters all my life.

I did badly in the math exam, and my heart sank to the bottom. I can't stand up anymore. It's just that there are less than two months before the senior high school entrance examination, but I did badly in the exam. I feel ashamed. ...

This time, I am not afraid of being scolded by my parents, because I have nothing to say to myself. Am I afraid their words will hurt people? Unexpectedly, parents did not blame themselves, but comforted themselves. I can't forgive myself for anything. I don't know why, but I feel very sad. What should I do? The entrance examination is so close to me, but I didn't expect it.

I slammed the door and went back to my room. Tears of pain finally flowed down. Why are you so depressed this time? Why so desperate? As usual, I picked up the mp3 player, turned it on, and listened to my favorite songs. Boredom and melancholy calmed my impetuousness, so I sat down deeply in the chair. A ray of moonlight, a cup of tea, a lonely figure of me on the wall, I began to think about my position again, looking for the old me.

In a flash, I "look for a pair of wings like you …" interrupted my thoughts, "Singing is wings, singing is flies …" I listened carefully, "I can't give up halfway where I dream of reaching", and I seemed to understand something. I rushed out of the room and ran to my parents like a silly child and asked, "am I still in time?" Dad smiled and said, "anything is possible as long as you stand up bravely!" " "I smiled, maybe I can make it, even if it's only ten days before the senior high school entrance examination. As long as I persist in this last journey, I am the winner. What about taking the first exam and taking the second exam? As long as I try my best. Just like "as long as you have paid, you have never regretted it!" "The way you use it, as long as you pay, you will get something. Believe in yourself, stand up and be brave, it just hurts a little, and it will be fine after it!

Face life optimistically, face all the unpleasant things around you, show the blinding makeup for life, let it release its charming charm and activate the most beautiful makeup for life.

Hello, everyone, I have a mother who loves makeup.

Mother loves makeup, and spends nearly half an hour on it every day.

Mom wears makeup every day, even if she doesn't go out.

Once, my mother was going to visit her relatives. She just got up late that day, and it was too late when she was putting on makeup. What shall we do? Mom has her own way, so she takes the cosmetics to the car and continues to make up.

Hey! Does my mother love beauty more than anyone else?

Today, the old leaders come to visit our school, and we will sing their school song-spread our wings and sail for tomorrow.

We came to the music classroom at 6: 50 to make up lessons. This is the second time that I have come to school early in history. We rushed to queue up for make-up, and I looked at the students who had finished making up, and they all became mascots.

It's finally my turn. I am both excited and excited. The teacher first rubbed my foundation, trimmed my eyebrows, applied lipstick, and finally applied blush. I think the teacher's makeup level is much higher than the lovely photo studio. Damn lipstick is naughty, it makes me unable to keep my mouth shut, because if I keep my mouth shut, it will easily get into my stomach.

After putting on makeup, we went to the dance and martial arts training hall and waited for the arrival of the leader. The leader finally came, and more than 20 leaders and some tour guides were taking pictures. After 1000 days of training and fighting, we sang our school song loudly, and the warm applause proved that we sang very well. I think this time it can be said that it is extraordinary. A hard work and a harvest, our hard work these days has finally been affirmed.

In order to prepare for the singing competition in the afternoon class, the teacher asked us to review the songs in the first class this afternoon and tidy up the formation by the way. I heard that you should put on makeup before the game!

As time goes by, more than half of the class has passed. Somehow, the formation suddenly broke up, so I stepped aside and looked at the class blankly. Suddenly, the teacher gave an order on the podium: all the students should blush. Girls have nothing to say, but boys don't want to. Some boys are hiding under the table. I don't know when girls became so "diligent" and took the initiative to catch boys. I sat on the table and looked down: Wow, I hid everything I could, not one left. I didn't like being caught by girls, so I took the initiative to "surrender" to the teacher with my family.

After applying blush, I became bored and joined the ranks of arresting people. According to my years of experience, the best place to avoid girls is the men's room. I hurried to the men's room. As I expected, several people were hiding in it. I grabbed a boy first and pulled him out, but the classmate didn't leave. I can't see the hard way, so I'll use the soft one. I went to them to persuade them, and with great difficulty, I finally persuaded them to go back to work.

For the honor of the class, the boys in our class are desperate today and finally put on makeup.

Qingqing grasslands's makeup artist "Meiyangyang" is well known. But recently, Meiyangyang opened a makeup shop, which caused a sensation throughout the grassland. Everyone came to see this makeup shop.

Meimei Cosmetics Store welcomed its first guest-Kotaro. The Kotaro family opened a pot shop and stopped catching sheep. "Hey, come on, draw me the most fashionable makeup in this grassland." Kotaro cried. "Hey, isn't this Mrs. Reid? You also come to our shop to draw. " Mei Yangyang said enthusiastically. Tell me about your cosmetics store. "Ok, our makeup shop opened recently, but I am a famous makeup artist." All right, you draw it for me. "

"Ok," chimed in Meiyangyang. It will be finished in a short time. Kotaro looked in the mirror, not to mention how happy she was. She nodded with satisfaction. As soon as Kotaro came out of the makeup shop, a group of reporters surrounded her to take pictures. Hongtaro walked away triumphantly.

The reporters and animals in front of the door ran into the dressing room like crazy. Since then, the customers of Meiyangyang's makeup shop have been constant, and Meiyangyang has also become a monopoly.