The demon king wants to hug me

"Did you call the wrong number?" Wu Zhiyin was sitting in front of the computer with an old popsicle in his mouth, giving Wan Yaoyao a recipe to reduce blood pressure and fat.

The other side was stunned for a while, and cautiously asked, "Teacher Li Xin?"

Wu Zhiyin: You made a mistake.

After a second, I realized, "Sorry, I'm Li Xin."

"Hey," the other side breathed a sigh of relief, "I said, how can I make a wrong call? I can recite your phone number."

"That... can you say it again? What dance?" Wu Zhiyin kept his eyes on the computer screen.

"The opening dance," said the phone, "Mr. Li, don't you forget, we signed a performance contract for two years, and the contract will expire in two months."

Wu Zhiyin stuck the remaining big lump of popsicle into his mouth, chewed it, his gums were sour from the ice, and his brain froze, "What are you performing?"

The other side sighed, "Classical dance, Mr. Li, of course, it would be better if you can perform other things, just wear women's clothing. Your appearance in women's clothing is too popular."

Wu Zhiyin thought of the dresses in that closet.

"Ancient costume?" Wu Zhiyin raised his voice.

"Modern clothes are fine too. We haven't seen your modern women's clothes yet." There were two laughs over there.

"What about men's clothes?" Wu Zhiyin asked.

"Men's clothing? No, Mr. Li, you asked us to keep your personal information confidential, and the audience thought you were a female dancer." There was a pause, "You want to wear men's clothing now? That's not good for us. It’s messed up, what if the audience says that our theater deceived them, and want to refund the tickets?”

Wu Zhiyin felt that his side was even more difficult to deal with. He subconsciously lowered his legs that were bunched up on the swivel chair, sat upright, and pretended to be calm to show himself, "When is the performance?"

"In another two hours, the show will start at 9 o'clock." The voice on the other end of the phone became brisk, "Are you coming over after putting on your makeup yourself or do you want our makeup artist to help you?"

"..." Wu Zhiyin frowned and considered this question, raised two fingers and tapped the computer table lightly, and made a decision, "I'll make it myself, you send me a location."

With Li Xin's appearance, he must look good in a skirt, Wu Zhiyin thought, he hadn't played this kind of game before, just in time to experience it.

Since someone gave him such a beautiful body and face to extend his life, then continue to do it for him.

The most critical issue is that Wu Zhiyin can't go back. In his original world, Dr. Wu has become a handful of ashes, so let's live well in the world in the book.

Judging from the tone on the other end of the phone, Li Xin should like dancing quite a bit.He is a good pastry chef, it's not that he can't support himself, and he signed a performance contract with a small theater, so he must like it.

Wu Zhiyin was so excited that he was so eager to try that he never expected to dance, so he completely ignored the fact that he had never danced in his previous life.

After hanging up the phone, Wu Zhiyin glanced at the time on the lower right corner of the computer screen.The phone beeped, Wu Zhiyin grabbed the phone and swiped open the screen, and a location message was sent.

14 kilometers, 8 red lights, very close.

Wu Zhiyin typed the word "received", put down the phone, and continued to browse the web to get healing recipes for Wan Yaoyao.

After finishing, click Save As and put the document on the computer desktop.

Got up to turn off the computer, stared at the two small white characters on the bottom left of the computer, sat back again, found the column of recently opened files, pulled down, several videos, Wu Zhiyin rested his chin on his left hand, and held the mouse with his right hand, one by one Click to open the file.

Click on the longest one, a two-hour dessert teaching video, where a blond-haired foreigner squeezes cream.Wu Zhiyin watched for a while, feeling hungry, clicked the fork to close this, and clicked to open another video.

A burst of melodious ancient music came out from the speaker "ding ding dong dong", Wu Zhiyin's pupils trembled, and with a movement of his finger, he clicked on the video to maximize.

A wonderful classical dance, the person in the video is wearing a blue-gray ink patterned wide-sleeved gauze skirt, the instep is stretched upright, the body is spinning on the back, the thin waist is tightly grasped, soft and full of strength...

Wu Zhiyin stroked his chin and praised him.

Anyone who watched this video would think it was a beautiful woman, but Wu Zhiyin could tell at a glance that the dancer was Li Xin, and he had seen this dress in the closet.

With Wu Zhiyin's [-] guts, he wouldn't dare to impersonate this level of dancing.It can't be said that he didn't dare, but that he couldn't impersonate at all. In the video, Li Xin's hair is full of charm.

Wu Zhiyin, as a person who has been all-powerful in the arena since childhood, let him dance?It's better to let him jump off the building.The little flame of excitement that had just appeared was extinguished into a wisp of smoke.

While intoxicated by Li Xin's moving dance, he felt sad.Unable to think of a clue, Wu Zhiyin grabbed the mouse and dragged the video back a bit.

"Huh?" Wu Zhiyin's eyes lit up and he regained his energy. The blue light from the display screen hit his long fluffy eyelashes, casting a shadow like a grove on his eyelids.

Li Xin can also play the flute.The following video shows Li Xin sitting on the stage, holding a light-colored bamboo flute, slightly sideways, playing a song of red plums lying on the snow.

This is easy to handle, Wu Zhiyin patted his thigh, he can also play the flute.

When he was a child, his parents took him to the Youth Palace and asked him to pick a musical instrument to learn, and he picked up a flute with his backhand, "Just learn this, just put a few holes in your mouth and play it, it's simple."

After he really started learning the flute, he realized that the flute is quite difficult to learn. It is easy to play the flute, but not easy to play it into tune.

What false vibrato, tongue-once sound, air-shocking long sound, and the dense fingering table are smaller than tadpoles...Wu Zhiyin, who has no music genes and no environmental influences, just relies on that little stubbornness, humming and humming to test After passing the 10th level, he joined the Bamboo Flute Ensemble in the university, and performing a piece in public is no problem.

Wu Zhiyin first grabbed the phone and called back the number just now, saying that his leg hurts today and he couldn't dance, so he played the flute instead.

On the other side, he readily agreed, and asked Wu Zhiyin a few words with great concern, what happened to his leg?Does it matter?Do they need a car from the theater to pick them up?

Wu Zhiyin fooled around, hung up the phone, turned off the computer and ran upstairs to change clothes.

All he could do was change clothes. He chose a light blue suit and put himself in it.

Everything else will not.

How to wear wigs, how to insert hairpins, earrings and necklaces are also jingling and cluttered into a pile.Dr. Wu put his hands on his hips and sighed, took out his mobile phone and dialed the number again, "I'm sorry, my legs and feet are inconvenient today, let the makeup artist do my makeup for me."

The over there was very enthusiastic, "Okay, okay, then why don't you let Sister Taozi come to pick you up, she is on the way, and she just set off from your house."

"How to contact Sister Taozi?" Wu Zhiyin asked.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, "Just wait at home, I'll ask Sister Taozi to call you when she arrives."

Half an hour later, several car horns sounded rhythmically outside the door, and Wu Zhiyin went out as agreed with Sister Taozi just now.Sitting in the passenger seat, he turned his head to greet the driver.

The driver just turned his head to look at him.

The light from the white street lamp shone into the driver's cab, just enough to depict Sister Taozi's sweet face, Wu Zhiyin was stunned for a while, and said abruptly, "Old Sister."

Sister Taozi was also stunned, let alone calling her elder sister, Li Xin rarely even greeted her.

It's been more than half a year since I picked Li Xin up and helped him put on makeup, but he hasn't spoken a few words to Sister Taozi.

Li Xin always looked preoccupied, sad and complaining, as if he had brought a transparent cover to cover himself from top to bottom, independent from the lively crowd, and had an aura of discord with everyone.

At first, Sister Taozi liked Li Xin very much, a beautiful and quiet child who could especially arouse her motherhood, so she always talked to Li Xin enthusiastically.

But Li Xin just dealt with her politely, no one could bear this kind of one-way communication, and after a long time, sister Taozi naturally didn't want to talk to Li Xin anymore.

Wu Zhiyin's "Old Sister" flattered Sister Taozi, she never thought that this stuffy gourd-like child would call herself "Old Sister", she happily responded after being in a daze.

The voice is not like the old lady's, but the face is really like it.Wu Zhiyin lowered his head to fasten his seat belt, closed his eyes hard in the dark, and restrained the soreness in his nose.

The car started, Wu Zhiyin fastened his seat belt, and looked up at Sister Taozi again.

The eyes are big and bright, the bridge of the nose is high, and the lips are slightly upturned, very similar to his old sister.

But there are a few obvious crow's feet at the end of the eyes, a few Sichuan-shaped lines between the eyebrows are faintly visible, and a few white hairs are mixed in the hair hanging around the ears, which is much more haggard than the old sister.

After a few minutes of silence, Sister Taozi looked directly at the front windshield and asked Wu Zhiyin with a smile, "Brother, what kind of makeup do you want to wear today? Peach blossom makeup or sandalwood halo makeup?"

Peach blossom?Tan dizzy?These two words were beyond Wu Zhiyin's comprehension range, he touched the tip of his nose, "Whatever, old lady, you can transform it however you want." That's how the word old lady came out.

"Okay." The crow's feet at the corners of Sister Taozi's eyes raised, "You look good no matter what."

"That's true." Wu Zhiyin was very confident in Li Xin's skin.

"Ha," sister Taozi turned her head to look at Wu Zhiyin, "brother, you are a little different today, is there any happy event?"

"Happy event? No happy event." Wu Zhiyin smiled. An accidental death at a young age is not worthy of being called a "white happy event". "I'm still me, what's different?"

"You're very... lively and cute today." Sister Taozi tilted her head, trying to think of suitable words to describe him.

During the pleasant conversation between the two, sister Taozi's cell phone rang. She glanced at the cell phone on the air outlet, took a deep breath, raised her hand and pressed the bluetooth headset plugged into her ear.

"Where did you drive the car for me? Don't you know that I want to use the car?" A vicious man's voice came from outside the phone.

"I'm out for work. I told you this morning. You didn't tell me that you need a car at night. May I call you a car?" Sister Taozi said angrily.

"Didn't I say that? Are you deaf? Who the hell allowed you to go out at night? My son hasn't recovered from his cold yet. What are you doing out there? Are you still acting like a mother?" a series of growls came from the phone.

"Xiaohua no longer has a fever. I took him to the hospital early in the morning. The doctor said that it is enough to take medicine... Grandpa and grandma are at home..."

"You fucking come back to me, I'm hungry."

Wu Zhiyin frowned, staring at the bright and dark phone screen in front of the car, pursing his lips tightly.

Sister Taozi was stroking the hair hanging by her ear while driving, "I'm driving, I'll talk about it later."

"Park the car for me..."

Wu Zhiyin turned his head to look at Sister Taozi, leaned forward and pressed the hang up button on the phone screen.

"I'm sorry, brother, I disturbed you." Sister Taozi twitched the corners of her mouth, "It's my husband...he has a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart. In fact, he is usually very nice to me."

"A person with a sharp mouth is a sharp heart, that's called language violence." Wu Zhiyin didn't look at Sister Taozi, but looked at the straight road in front of him.

Sister Taozi's lips trembled, but in the end she just sighed deeply and didn't say anything.

All the way in silence, the car drove into the Jingyunxuan Theater. A large poster was pasted at the entrance of the theater. In the middle was a photo of a beautiful woman in a red dress dancing solo, like a red whirlwind. The actor stands ten.

Wu Zhiyin looked down at the outfit he was wearing today, the light blue color was okay.The corner of his mouth curled up, and he curled his fingers to hook the tip of his nose.

After parking the car, Wu Zhiyin followed Sister Taozi into the dressing room.

Makeup, hair accessories, hairpins, pendants, hairpins, earrings and necklaces are all dressed up, Wu Zhiyin stares at the delicate beauty in the mirror, and stretches out his hand to caress his peach-like pink cheeks. The four beauties are no different. That's it.

Then he looked at the mirror in a pretentious way and gave a wink, his posture was stiff, and he broke his power in a second.

This appearance is good-looking, but wearing a piece of jewelry, my head hurts, my neck hurts, and I want to go to the bathroom.

Wu Zhiyin picked up her skirt, revealing two long fair and straight legs, and walked to the bathroom.

Pushing open the door of the bathroom, the man standing by the door looking at the mirror and arranging his shirts and suits turned his head, saw Wu Zhiyin's snow-white long legs exposed outside the skirt, the man's bright phoenix eyes drooped down, the tips of his ears turned red, and he coughed lightly With a voice, "This is the men's room."

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