Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

There were side rooms on the second floor of the theater, and Hu Zihan was waiting for him in the side rooms.

"Girl?"

Liu Rumeng went upstairs, pushed open the door, and deliberately lowered her voice. The ending of her originally clear voice had a seductive flavor.

When Hu Zihan heard the voice, he drank the wine in the glass and looked up.

The person in front of him had taken off all the heavy headdresses, and his long hair was tied up, looking lazy and casual.

His face was covered with thick lead powder and oil paint, so his true appearance could not be seen.

Hu Zihan was a little disappointed, but as he got closer, the facial features of Liu Rumeng became clearer.

With a face like this and a figure like this, she is definitely a beauty.

"I heard from the host that a distinguished guest was coming, so Rumeng came in a hurry and hadn't taken off her makeup yet, which stained the girl's eyes. Rumeng will drink a glass as punishment, please forgive me."

Liu Rumeng walked forward a few steps, picked up a clean wine glass, filled it up, and then poured it all down her throat.

He didn't seem to be very good at drinking. He coughed several times when he put down the glass, and tears welled up in his beautiful eyes, making him look pitiful and sympathetic.

Hu Zihan was not very angry at first, but when he saw the beauty crying, he no longer felt angry, but another kind of fire was burning in his heart.

But since it was their first official meeting, Hu Zihan was not so anxious. She held the empty wine glass and asked:

"Your name is Rumeng?"

"Yes. My surname is Liu and my given name is Rumeng. Liu is like Yangliu and Rumeng is like Rumengling."

In a country where women are superior, men of lower status would call themselves servants, and women would call themselves slaves.

Liu Rumeng's voice was timid, soft and vulnerable when she replied, like a frightened little rabbit, which could easily arouse a woman's sexual desire.

But his voice was timid, his movements were dignified and polite, and his eyes did not have the usual fawning look of someone trying to curry favor with a noble lady.

Hu Zihan laughed twice, extremely satisfied with his performance. Because of these two words, he thought of other things and curled the corners of his mouth with ill intent.

"Like a dream, like a fantasy, like entering a dream. And the surname is Willow Tiaoer, hahahaha, it is indeed a good name."

Her eyes were a little cloudy, probably due to the decadence brought about by indulging in a life of debauchery. Although she was good-looking, Liu Rumeng still felt uncomfortable looking at her.

But it is only with such people that he can hook up.

Seeing her like this, Liu Rumeng became more certain that her plan was feasible.

He sat opposite Hu Zihan, smiling sweetly, and talked to her about romantic matters or flattered her in subtle ways.

There is a skill to flattery. If you flatter too much, people will feel that you are fawning and no different from other people.

She was neither humble nor submissive, which made playboys like Hu Zihan feel noble and proud, and look down on powerful ladies like them who had no real power.

Liu Rumeng did an excellent job in this regard. He was good at observing people's words and expressions, and always changed his words and attitude according to Hu Zihan's small movements or subtle changes in his expression.

Hu Zihan felt that he had found a confidant and was very happy. He even forgot his initial thoughts of only paying attention to the actor's color and figure.

After all, it was their first meeting, and the two didn't have much to talk about. Soon, there was a hint of subtle boredom in Hu Zihan's eyes.

Liu Rumeng noticed this, stood up, bowed, and spoke in a soft and charming voice.

"I am lucky to have a good chat with you today. But I have not removed my makeup yet, and I am afraid it will hurt my face if I keep talking for a while. I am afraid the host will scold me. Can I leave now and meet you again tomorrow?"

Hu Zihan originally wanted to leave, but he didn't want to tell the beauty who had just shown him an interest. Now that he had taken the initiative to propose, Hu Zihan naturally wanted nothing more than to do so.

"In that case, I won't keep you."

Liu Rumeng bowed slightly, and her back was graceful as she left.

Hu Zihan was so fascinated by his back that when he saw him disappearing from his sight, he couldn't help but call out to him.

"and many more."

Liu Rumeng turned around in confusion, her affectionate eyes seemed to speak as she asked Hu Zihan why he called her.

"In two days, the family will celebrate my grandfather's birthday. I wonder if Rumeng has time to prepare gifts for the birthday banquet?"

The "additional gift" was fake. Why would a general's mansion be interested in a birthday gift from an actor?

She was making excuses to see Liu Rumeng more often.

Liu Rumeng was secretly happy, but then she thought of something and asked hesitantly,

"Rumeng can also enter the General's Mansion? I wonder what music Taigong likes to listen to on the day of the festival, so Rumeng can prepare early."

"what?"

Hu Zihan didn't understand his question. He lowered his eyes and saw his fingers twisting the handkerchief in a mess and his helpless look. Then he realized that he had misunderstood what he meant.

Liu Rumeng was an actor, and when Hu Zihan invited him into his house to bring gifts, he might have mistakenly thought of inviting him to perform in the house to liven up the atmosphere.

Then, Hu Zihan relaxed his expression and said jokingly:

"Ru Meng, you don't need to prepare. You are my guest. You just need to come to the mansion and enjoy the banquet. As for the music that grandfather likes, I will tell the owner of Qiulou and let her arrange the others."

Having said that, she strode up to Liu Rumeng, took out an invitation prepared for a good friend from her arms, and forced it into his hand.

Allowing an actor to be a guest in the general's mansion can be said to be a great honor to him.

Hu Zihan looked at Liu Rumeng with some unknown expectation, and seeing the admiration and flattery in his eyes, he felt very happy, and walked downstairs with a swagger, fanning himself.

In the wing room.

Liu Rumeng's expression suddenly became cold, and the little boy's anger disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

One could even seem to see some disgust in his eyes towards his performance.

The plan went better than expected.

Liu Rumeng threw the handkerchief in her hand casually on the ground, stood up, walked out of the room, went down the stairs and went to her room.

I had only walked two or three steps downstairs when I heard a questioning voice behind me.

Liu Rumeng didn't want to pay attention to it, but the voice caught his ears.

It was clearly a woman's voice, but it was crisp and sweet, not sticky at all, just like fresh fruit just picked from a tree, moistening his long-dry heart.

Even the feeling of disgust from Hu Zihan's eyes just now was dispelled a little.

"Is today's show over?"

Liu Rumeng turned her head and answered her question in gratitude for this "favor of dispelling nausea."

"It's been half an hour. I'm afraid the guests are late today."

When the woman heard this answer, she groaned in disappointment. Then, she saw the man who answered her question and said in surprise:

"Are you the young master who performed on the stage three days ago?"

How strange it is that a noble lady would call an actor "little master".

Don't those noble ladies who are so high-minded think that only men who are raised in the boudoir and have a great reputation for talent are worthy of being called gentlemen?

Liu Rumeng sneered in her heart, but the ice in her eyes melted a little without her noticing.

He also began to look the person in front of him in the eye.