Rong Huang sat in the background with his face in his hands, watching the dancers and horns hurriedly coming and going, his ears sounded in the tune of opera, making him feel more like a waste.

Rong Huang sighed, and took the little horse to sit next to the old man on the side of the stage, who was knocking the gong, and looked at the horns and horns on the stage.

This posture is good.

That posture is also good.

But Rong Huang's eyes remembered, but his body did not remember.

Rong Huang slumped on the big sofa. Even though the door of the dressing room was opened, many people passed by, Rong Huang did not move.

"Hey, isn't this Rong Huang? Why did you come to our public dressing room today?" The charming but extremely sharp voice sounded, and Rong Huang didn't frown.

All her strength is used to practice singing **** movements, and she feels tired when she lifts her eyelids.

But in Liang Xiu's eyes, Rong Huang was looking down on her.

Why does Rong Huang look down on her?

Isn't she not having to accompany a man? Isn’t she raised by Boss Fang as a daughter?

Liang Xiu looked at Rong Huang's Qingmei Wushuang face, and no matter if there were people around, the jealousy in her eyes almost overflowed.

A few days ago, Rong Huang went on stage to sing a song. The guests were full. Those guests didn't treat money as money, and kept throwing money on the stage.

And she took the stage before Rong Huang, and there were very few applauding, and it seemed that there were some dozing off.

After he stepped down, he was beaten by Adjutant Lu's wife, saying that he was seduce Adjutant Lu.

Liang Xiu was very unconvinced in her heart. The men were all excited about each other, and they couldn't control the lower body. She threw a wink at Adjutant Lu and leaned forward. How could she blame her?

Looking at Liang Xiu's hideous expression, the woman next to her was a little frightened. After thinking about it, she advised her not to confront Rong Huang.

But Liang Xiu didn't listen at all, waved away the woman's hand, and strode forward, "I'm talking to you, didn't you hear it?"

Rong Huang lazily raised his head and faced a face with heavy makeup.

Rong Huang: Scared!

"What are you doing?" Rong Huang pursed his lower lip and asked uncomfortably.

"This is shared by several of our sisters. Your dressing room is next door. You will leave here now." Liang Xiu pointed in the direction of the door and said sharply.

The reason why Rong Huang is here is because he helped a child with makeup before.

Now Liang Xiu was chattering in front of her, and Rong Huang was suddenly upset.

Rong Huang squeezed his fingers, and pushed Liang Xiu to the ground with a push.

Liang Xiu got up after a brief stupefaction, clutching his fart, and yelled at Rong Huang, "Rong Huang, you bitch, how dare you push me!"

It was the first time that Rong Huang was scolded for such ugly words, and she didn't expect that she just gently pushed Liang Xiu and sat on the ground.

"Scold me? Are you begging to beat me?" Rong Huang curled his lips and smiled, but it was unreasonable.

Liang Xiu looked at Rong Huang who was walking towards her step by step, and suddenly felt timid, but she insisted on not letting her back half a step. "It's just an actor like me. I can't be on the stage. I really think I am. It's the rich lady. From now on, I will either be a concubine for someone or be raised by a man outside!"

Rong Huang sighed, thinking of the Feng disease he saw that night, and thought that Feng disease would carry the big sedan chair back.

The kind of only one person in his life.

After that, Rong Huang couldn't wait to slap himself, thinking about Feng's disease.

"It seems that you are really begging." Rong Huang immediately clenched his fists and slammed into Liang Xiu's face.