Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Li Huan and several other models are all dressed up... very different.

With the previous foreshadowing, Ling Huang didn't think it was too strange for a big man in 188 to wear a skirt and curly hair, but now seeing Li Huangen coming out of the backstage, Ling Huang felt uncomfortable. To extremely intense discomfort.

Although Li Huan himself made an exaggerated look, it was not so strange.

And how to describe this weirdness...

Yes, vulgar.

Ling Huang frowned, it was vulgar, this place recruited tall men to dress up as women, but the costumes lacked respect for both men and women.

Forcibly covering up their masculine qualities, and greatly exaggerating their non-existing feminine curves, the final result is a very vulgar effect.

Ling Huang can imagine that those who like to watch this kind of show are probably people with low quality, and those on the discussion stage who want to make fun of it with a humiliating nature while watching it.

How can Li Huan do this?

Absolutely not.

Ling Huang raised his leg and took two steps, but this is Li Huan's way of making a living... He stopped and looked at Li Huan's face.

Li Huan was also grabbing the very short skirt that collapsed on her body and looked up at Ling Huang.

Smiling awkwardly, Li Huan pointed at herself and raised her eyebrows, as if asking for Ling Huang's opinion.

Ling Huang restrained himself from frowning.

Blinking his eyes in confusion, pursing his lips, Ling Huang gestured with his hands on his chest, then covered his face with both hands, turned sideways and walked to the wall.

Li Huan froze there for a while, then smiled compensatingly and went to talk to the person who organized the interview, and then went back to the backstage.

When I saw Li Huan again, he had changed back into his men's clothes, and was running over while wiping his face with a disposable face towel.

"It's showing too much, right?" Li Huan pulled off the false eyelashes rudely, and Li Huan turned back to look at T, "Their style is a bit too kitsch. I didn't even look at this kind of style before, but this time it's really out of date. I was so flustered that I reluctantly agreed to do the styling."

"I don't know." Ling Huang still pouted, "I just think that if you show it to others like this, I...I..."

"Aren't you happy?" Li Huan laughed, "You don't like me being so revealing, do you? Ouch, I was too uncomfortable just now, the skirt is here."

As he spoke, he pointed at the base of his thigh, "It's fine if it's short, but it's still tight. The muscle lines that collapsed on purpose can be seen at a glance. It's disgusting."

"Well, I don't like it." Ling Huang said, "It's better to look at your own skirt, wig, and makeup. I feel ashamed when I look at them."

"Tasteful." Li Huan patted Ling Huang's head, "I made it myself much better than them."

"Agreed." Ling Huang nodded vigorously, "Then let's go see the snow scene of the church!"

"Just want to play?" Li Huan finished wiping off her makeup, threw the face towel into the trash can, and hugged Ling Huang, "Let's go! Play with my little tiger first! When my little tiger is happy, I'll go Consider finding another part-time job!"

"By the way, there was a bionic person just now..." Ling Huang remembered that there might be another job opportunity waiting for Lihuan, but when he looked at the position just now, the assistant-type had disappeared.

"What bionics?" Li Huan also looked over there, "No, have you made friends with bionics yet?"

"No, it's not." Ling Huang smiled and shook his head, since he was gone, there was no need to tell Li Huan about the matter.

Taking the bus to see the snowy road, Li Huan still accompanied Ling Huang in the back compartment.

It's just that the words are obviously much less. Although they are still smiling when they look at each other, they are obviously absent-minded.

A heavy snowfall decorated the Gothic-style church a little strangely. There were not many people coming and going, and occasionally those who passed by would shrink their necks from the cold.

Li Huan took Ling Huang to look up at the panoramic view of the church from the front, his face was still a little lonely.

"Let me take a picture for you." Ling Huang patted him, "Give me your phone, you go and stand in the middle of the square."

"Good suggestion, but don't just take pictures of me, let's take a photo together." Li Huan took out his phone.

Sweeping Bai Xue off the bench with one arm, Li Huan adjusted the angle, set automatic shooting and ran back to Ling Huang.

"Yeah!" Ling Huang made a 2 gesture to the phone.

"Yeah what!" Li Huan bent down and hugged Ling Huang, "Look at the camera!"

What the mobile phone captured was Li Huan's bright smile and Ling Huang panicked and hugged Li Huan's neck anxiously for fear of falling.

The second photo was taken by Li Huan and asked Ling Huang to do the moves designed by Li Huan.

Hold the snow up, raise your head and close your eyes, and smile sweetly in front of the majestic church.

The third melancholy route, leaning against the outer wall of the church in a relaxed manner, lowered his head, looking at the ground obliquely below with mournful eyes, his small face was covered by the exhaled steam.

"Isn't it good to take a photo together?" Ling Huang was miserable.

Because Li Huan had already told him to start teaching the movements of the fourth photo.

"I like taking pictures of you, you are so pretty, so cute, so good, so so so..." Li Huan raised his chin, "You are so good, I can't put it down."

Can't put it down?

Ling Huang had a black question mark face for a moment.

"Okay, let's just kneel like this, still looking up, but it's different from before. Before, I was smiling, but this time I'm going to cry, crying with my eyes turned towards the camera." Li Huan ran back to his place, and the phone turned on the screen , "If you can't cry, I'll give you P tears in the later stage, just make a crying expression."

"How can you cry?" Ling Huang was amused, "Why cry when nothing happened? I can't even make an expression."

"Just imagine, imagine that... um... I don't want you anymore, yes, think about this." Li Huan anxiously wanted to take a picture, but he couldn't count what he said.

Ling Huang froze for a moment, then turned to look at Li Huan, his eyes were cold and heavy.

"Why don't you want me?" Ling Huang's voice was cold, and the circles of his eyes quickly turned red, "Are you going to throw me away? Or are you going to sell me to others like Xiao Bei?"

At this time, Ling Huang suddenly thought of Xiaobei's experience, and substituted himself into Xiaobei's story, crying became a natural reaction.

Li Huan's breathing was stagnant, and when Ling Huang's tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, he clicked and shot continuously.

"Is it okay?" Ling Huang waited for the clicking sound to stop, wiped away his tears, jumped up and ran towards Li Huan with a smile, "How do I look when I cry? Show me."

Snatching Li Huan's phone, Ling Huang wanted to check it, but he caught a glimpse of a strange expression on Li Huan's face out of the corner of his eye.

Be Sad, Merge Shock.

"Are you okay?" Ling Huang patted Li Huan's cheek with his mobile phone, "What's wrong?"

"Is that your desperate look?" Li Huan's expression became anxious, he grabbed Ling Huang's hand and stared at him and asked, "Did you really feel sad just now?"

"Desperate?" Ling Huang recalled, "Ah, I thought about it, but it didn't happen to me, I was just looking for a feeling, even if I was sad, it was only a blink of an eye, and now I have..."

"I was wrong, wrong, forget what I just said, I won't want you, never will."

Being hugged tightly again by Li Huan as if swearing an oath, Ling Huang's bionic breathing system was almost squeezed to the point of strike.

Patting Li Huan on the back heartily, Ling Huang really wanted to say that he was not so thoughtful and hypocritical, but he felt like pouring cold water on Li Huan when he said it.

"Idiot master." Ling Huang bent his fingers and knocked Li Huan on the head with his knuckles.