"No, I said," Kim Minshuo sat in his seat, stiffly not daring to move, and asked helplessly: "It's just to re-issue a certificate and take a photo. Don't you have to be so troublesome, right? Do you also need to put on makeup?"

Zheng Xiujing was sitting on the sand in the dressing room, looking through the magazine boredly. Hearing this, she raised her head and met Kim Minshuo's eyes in the mirror.

"What do you know? This is politeness and politeness! I often have to see people when I don't take a good look. Is it a disrespect to others?" She rolled her eyes and pointed at Kim Minshuo.

The staff member who is guest-starring makeup artist smiled and said, "Customer nim, please relax a little, it will be fine soon."

"Ai Yigu," Kim Minshuo sighed heavily as he felt his already prepared shape and was smearing with awkward jelly wax on it.

No wonder Koreans have plastic surgery, first-class makeup, and men are all sissy. With this kind of magical social atmosphere, no one can take appearance seriously.

"Okay." Finally, the staff slapped his hands gently and said with a smile: "It's over."

Kim Minshuo heard this and was like a general amnesty. He quickly jumped out of his seat and raised his hand and was about to touch his face.

"Don't touch it!" Zheng Xiujing rushed over, slapped Kim Minshuo's hand hard, interrupting his movements: "I finally made a look..."

"Come on, let me see." It was not convenient to stand on the side, so Xiujing pulled Jin Minshuo's body and turned around for a while.

A delicate and heroic shattered, and the hanging bangs could not hide the starlight in their eyes. Under the bridge of the high nose were lips with lipstick, and their already handsome facial features made them look more extraordinary when they were matched together.

"Well, it's not bad." Xiujing nodded while touching her chin, and expressed her recognition of Jin Minshuo's image, taking the opportunity to hide the panic in her heart for a moment.

"Okay? That's great." Jin Minshuo breathed a sigh of relief and looked in the mirror.

To his surprise, the makeup artist did not give himself a sissy makeup, but combined with his mature temperament to complete the makeup commonly used by an elite. However, the casual outfit on his body looked too incompatible, which really ruined the atmosphere.

Zheng Xiujing also found this problem, pouted and looked at her for a long time, shook her head dissatisfiedly and asked, "Do you have a suit here?"

"Some." As the staff said, he walked to the wardrobe in the corner, opened the door, and smiled confidently: "The clothes here should be able to meet your needs for guests."

Jung Soo-jin's eyes lit up and she turned around and glanced up and down at Kim Min-shuo's body.

Kim Minshuo instinctively sensed a dangerous aura. He took the initiative first, walked quickly to the wardrobe, picked out a suit and a white shirt, and said to Soo-jin while walking to the locker room, "It's all right, it's just a photo, not a purchase of clothes."

Her attempt to let Kim Minshuo try on her clothes was dispelled before she even started. Soo-jin sighed in disappointment and found a place to sit down.

"Then, I'll go to the photo work. Please change your clothes and go directly to the room next to you." The staff had the gaze and bowed and left the two of them with space to spend alone.

"Isn't it done yet?" Xiujing urged.

"Now." Kim Minshuo had just taken off his old clothes and responded helplessly.

"By the way, is the photo on your ID card you are yourself?" Thinking of Kim Minshuo's ID card that he had just seen accidentally, Jung Soo-jin asked curiously.

Kim Minshuo's movements were slowed down for a moment, and he laughed and said, "Aren't you talking nonsense? Of course, the ID card is my own photo."

"No," Xiujing narrowed her eyes in confusion: "How could it have changed so many times? It's just two people! One is a fat man, and the other is..." The handsome guy, she swallowed the words she didn't finish her words.

"It's just that the weight loss effect is significant." Repeating the lie a thousand times is the truth. It reminds me countless times that it is Song Hyuk. Kim Min-soo is still accepting Kim Min-soo's identity in constant deception: "Declare in advance, I really haven't had plastic surgery."

"Tsk, it seems like I've done it." Xiujing cut it disdainfully and praised casually: "But you still like it now."

"Nonsense, who would like a fat man?" Kim Minshuo expressed helplessness about Soo-jin's aesthetic.

"That might be the case. Some people like heavy tastes." Xiujing said, and suddenly fell silent.

"...For example, Shirley?" Kim Minshuo spoke tentatively.

For example, your sister?

"Sherry, hehe..." Xiujing laughed, closed her mouth, and interrupted Kim Minshuo's continued questioning.

After changing his clothes, he opened the door and walked out of the locker room. Xiujing had already stood up after hearing the sound.

Looking at Kim Minshuo who was smoothing the wrinkles on her clothes, she raised her eyebrows and inadvertently pursed a faint smile on her lips.

"not bad."

Not only is it not bad, Kim Minshuo is 187 cm tall, which is a natural clothes rack. This suit is worn on him, and the style is sophisticated, and the breath of an elite person is coming.

"Not bad?" Kim Minshuo shook his cuffs awkwardly. He had never worn formal clothes often. At this moment, he seemed a little uncomfortable.

"Let's go, go and take photos." Xiujing pulled Kim Minshuo and walked towards the photo room next door.

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"Okay, it's done." Seeing the staff printing the photos on the driver's license, two sheets of plastic sealed paper were pressed, and a driver's license was freshly released.

Soo-jin took it first, took out her cell phone and took a photo, and then handed it to Kim Min-shuo.

"Ah, you!" Jin Minshuo felt ominous in his heart: "You won't take me-"

Xiu Jing raised her eyebrows and showed a malicious smile at Jin Minshuo: "Be careful, both of your photos are in my hands. If you dare to dissatisfie..."

"How old is it, why are you so naive?" Kim Minshuo looked at the proud Xiujing with laughter and cry, and nodded helplessly: "Okay, OK, Miss Zheng Xiujing finally caught my handle. I wonder what you are planning to do now?"

"Um." He raised his hand to look at his watch. It was not yet eleven o'clock, because he hadn't eaten breakfast, Xiujing's stomach was already hungry.

"How about we go to Hanjiang Park for a picnic?" She made an enthusiastic suggestion.

"Ah, you are an idol. If someone sees it..." Before Kim Minshuo could finish his persuasion, Soo-jin's cell phone had already ringed.

After looking at the caller ID, Xiujing frowned and a cold expression returned to her face.

I signaled Kim Minshuo to wait for a while, and Jung Soo-jin answered the phone.
Chapter completed!