Chapter 6 The actor dresses like an actor who was seized by the powerful

"It's okay. These people are going to the second floor as well. It's a good opportunity for you to follow them. They are not coming for you. They won't have time to care about you in a while."

The racecourse club has specially hired tea artists who have won awards in competitions. Today, a team with a great reputation in the industry happened to come here.

It was obvious that the people around Ye Man were not real tea artists. The system told him not to act rashly. He was blind and could not see their faces, so they were not a big threat and he would be fine as long as he cooperated honestly.

Ye Man nodded quietly without resisting, intending to do as the group said.

To change into the cheongsam they gave me, I had to take off my clothes first.

Ye Man really wanted to cooperate.

But when he was surrounded by people, his past experiences came to his mind and he couldn't help shivering.

"What are you dithering about?"

The people beside him pulled him, and Ye Man was sweating profusely, his pale lips trembling.

"What did you say? Pay back what?"

"Forget it, forget about him. There's no time. Find him some clothes that he can put on right away."

"Ye Man? Ye Man, are you okay?"

Ye Man took a few deep breaths to suppress the feeling of suffocation.

It's OK.

He pinched his numb palms, caught another piece of clothing thrown to him and put it on casually.

This one is actually larger than the cheongsam originally meant for the female tea artist, and can be worn directly over his current clothes.

Ye Man put it on and found that it was a white costume. Of course, it was not a complete set, because a complete set of costumes would have many pieces, and the guys didn't have time to wait for him to change slowly, so he only wore a white coat, with wide sleeves, and the texture was silky and light to the touch, not the cheap material of the movie studio style.

Rich people go to tea artists to taste not only the tea, but also the aroma. Therefore, tea artists usually wear Chinese clothes, the most common of which are cheongsam and Zhongshan suit.

They couldn't find any Zhongshan suits and thought the theatrical costumes were similar, both Chinese and ancient, so they took them and made up the number.

Ye Man raised his head and looked towards a person at random: "Is this okay?"

There was silence for two seconds, and the person in front of me muttered something.

She snatched his cane and threw it aside, then held him in the middle and pulled his thin wrist forward, saying, "Don't talk nonsense later. Just do whatever I tell you to do."

Ye Man staggered.

This time, I didn't encounter any obstacles when going upstairs.

"This is our tea artist, and we are his assistants."

The security guard at the staircase took a look at him, gave them a quick check, and then let them go up.

I followed these people all the way to the door. The system said, "Meng Yao is inside."

“Knock, knock.”

"Come in."

A group of people rushed in.

The room was specially set up for the boss to have tea and relax. The decoration also had an ancient charm. The tables, chairs and cabinets were all antiques made of huanghuali wood. There was the sound of gurgling water beside. There were a few young people sitting in it, dressed casually and either rich or noble. They all grew up in the same yard. Unlike the children below, those present were already in power in their families.

The young boss of the Sheng family was delighted when he saw the person coming in. "Is he here to sing opera or to pour tea?"

Xu Shao from Jingjin Securities next door stroked his chin and said, "Don't tell me, he is the one who likes standing in this room."

Ye Man has a slim figure, so the costume doesn't make her look bulky. The belt around her waist makes her waist look even smaller.

The young man was thin, with black hair hanging softly on his face, slightly pale skin, and his already pale lips were even more pale than before. His brows were knitted weakly and helplessly, standing there alone, making one feel as if they had met a beautiful, stubborn and cold actor who was forced to serve the powerful.

It was just a joke, but if you think about it carefully, it really makes people feel itchy as if they were scratched by a cat.

Secretary Chen, who had been silent the whole time, noticed that the atmosphere in the room had changed. All eyes around him were vaguely focused on the young man dressed as an actor.

He took a deep breath.

Why is this Young Master Chi coming here?

Secretary Chen looked at Mr. Xu subconsciously.

Xu Huaiting was sitting surrounded by a group of people, with his eyes lowered and a calm expression, his emotions unrecognizable.

Ye Man is confirming Meng Yao's location with the system.

There were many people present, and although he could still see some Gaussian blurred outlines with one eye, it was very difficult for him to accurately find Meng Yao's position among this group of strangers.

And thinking about it is one thing, and actually doing it is another.

Letting him sit directly on someone else's lap in front of so many people, no matter how scheming and green tea Ye Man was, she couldn't help but blush with shame.

"Brother Tong, I, I don't dare to do anything, what should I do?"

Ye Man felt everyone's eyes on him, and his thin shoulders trembled.

Keeping him in the center of his sight for a long time made Ye Man feel very insecure. He instinctively began to show weakness, putting on a pitiful and weak expression.

Mr. Sheng, who was standing next to him, half-jokingly said, "Hey, little beauty, why are you just standing there after you came in? Didn't you see Mr. Xu is here?"

"That's right, why don't you come over and pour tea for Mr. Xu."

The teasing voices became more and more distorted, each taking on some unclear meaning.

Everyone saw the handsome boy's fair face slowly turning slightly red amid the malicious booing, looking helpless and pitiful.

His black eyelashes drooped, making him look even more lonely and fragile. One could not help but want to hold him in his arms, lick his fluttering eyelashes, and see if he would cry out of anger.

"Mr. Xu?" Ye Man repeated hesitantly.

My heart sank.

"Brother Tong, didn't you say that the living ancestor is also here!"

Moreover, the system clearly said that Meng Yao was here, but it just told him that Meng Yao was not in the room.

"Strange, the system detected that Meng Yao is here?"

The target was no longer there, and Ye Man wanted to leave even more.

He bit his lip and his eyes quickly turned red.

Xu Huaiting raised his eyelids and glanced at him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Come here."

Ye Man was interrupted halfway through reading his ultimate move and stood there in a daze for two seconds.

Mr. Xiao Sheng and Mr. Xu couldn't help but look at the man in the middle in surprise.

Although they urged someone to come over and pour tea, they didn't expect Xu Huaiting to actually accept it.

The internal situation of the Xu family is tense now. I heard that Xu Huaiting encountered poisoning when he was patrolling in Zhonghai some time ago. How could he encounter something handled by an unknown person at this juncture?

Originally, Xiao Sheng had always planned to wait until the little beauty was frightened by Xu Huaiting's cold rejection, and then use the excuse of comforting her to get her into his arms.

After Xu Huaiting spoke, it was naturally difficult for others to say anything.

The person behind Ye Man pushed him and said, "Mr. Xu is calling you, come over quickly."

Ye Man could only move forward reluctantly.

He is not a real tea artist, so how can he perform a complicated tea ceremony? He has no idea about the first or second tea ceremony.

Kneeling in front of the table, he had to touch the cup to know what was wrong. Anyway, anyone with eyes could see that something was wrong. But for some reason, no one interrupted him from beginning to end. Only the "assistant" who came with him came over and handed the things to him, helping him to fool around.

After working so hard that he was sweating profusely, Ye Man finally managed to make a cup of tea and stood up.

The injuries he suffered last time have almost healed, but he still has some anemia these days. His legs are a little numb from kneeling for so long. Ye Man stood up and took two steps towards Xu Huaiting. He felt dizzy and was about to fall.

Naturally, he could no longer hold the tea in his hand steady, and it was about to spill onto the living ancestor.

Ye Man was so frightened that his face turned pale and he closed his eyes subconsciously.

He only felt his wrist become heavy, and then he came to his senses and sat steadily on Xu Huaiting's lap. One hand supported his lower back, and the cup of tea only spilled a small part, and he was still holding it steadily.

There were frequent sounds of people in the room sucking in gasps.

System: "Meng Yao is not here, there is no need for us to stay here. I checked and Xu Huaiting hates those who approach him with ulterior motives. In the past, someone pretended to be unsteady and fell on him, but was eventually asked to leave by the security guards around him."

The system didn't need to say the next words, Ye Man quickly understood the implication.

He immediately picked up the tea and held it in front of Xu Huaiting: "Mr. Xu, have some tea."

Then wait to be asked to leave and get out of this situation as soon as possible.

But after waiting for a long time, the security guard never showed up.

He just felt that the eyes around him were looking at him more and more uneasy.

Being watched in public while sitting in another man's arms made Ye Man almost unable to hold the teacup steadily.

Xu Huaiting watched as the ears of the young man sitting on him grew redder and redder, until they were about to bleed.

"Mr. Xu...have some tea." He lowered his head, looking pitiful.

Who wouldn’t feel soft-hearted after seeing this?

Secretary Chen, who had been fooled by Ye Man before and knew what kind of person Ye Man was, was amazed by what he saw.

With such acting skills and looks, he would have to be an actor to enter the entertainment industry. It's a waste of talent to use him here. Mr. Xu doesn't buy it.

Secretary Chen was fully prepared, and planned to ask someone to ask Young Master Chi to leave as soon as the master made a move.

Who knew that after waiting for a long time, there was no instruction.

Xu Huaiting put his hand on the waist of the boy sitting on his lap and rubbed it with his fingers.

The body under his palm was trembling, but the amplitude was very small. It was impossible to tell that the person was in his arms.

The fingers holding the cup in front of her eyes were white and thin, with red fingertips. They were already a little swollen.

He didn't make a sound even when being scalded by hot water. His face was full of fear. I don't know what he was afraid of.

Ye Man felt uncomfortable with the hand around her waist. She struggled slowly, and a lazy voice sounded in front of her: "Don't move."

The next second, the 'assistant' who was packing up the tea sets suddenly jumped up, pulled out a knife from his arms and rushed towards Xu Huaiting.

"Xu! Go to hell!"

Ye Man was startled, and there seemed to be chaos around him. There were sounds of people fighting, muffled groans, and the sound of bodies falling to the ground.

Mr. Xiao Sheng cursed something, and then the tea set on the table broke into pieces.

Ye Man nervously turned his head and tried his best to look around, but he could only see some blurry shadows moving strangely around him.

Ever since he started having vision problems, he has always been optimistic and thought it was not a big deal.

He felt that as long as he was not disfigured, he could still live happily in this world as before.

For the first time, he had a vague idea of ​​what it meant to be unable to see.

People were fighting all around him, but he couldn't even find a safe place to hide. He didn't know where to go, couldn't see what others were doing, and couldn't avoid the danger that was coming.

He was in the center of the storm, but he could do nothing but stand there in a daze.

He could no longer protect himself.

The moment this thought came to his mind, Ye Man felt a dull pain in his chest.

He felt like a rootless duckweed, and subconsciously and helplessly grabbed the collar of the only person he was relying on at the moment.

Not only did the little bit of vision he had left fail to bring him any comfort, it also turned the entire world he saw into a melting oil painting. The boundaries between people and objects became infinitely blurred between light and shadow, and finally all kinds of colors merged together, smearing the entire world in a chaotic and horrifying state.

My ears were buzzing and my brain was in a mess with fear.

He heard the system shouting something anxiously and wanted to respond, but his throat was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound.

It was at this moment that Xu Huaiting's hand pressed on the back of his head. Ye Man followed the force and buried himself in the clothes that smelled faintly of tobacco, grabbing the collar with his fingers so hard that they turned white.

Xu Huaiting's voice was deep and magnetic, carrying the nonchalant majesty of a superior.

"What are you afraid of? I'm here. Who can hurt you?"

He sat in the center of the chaos, holding Ye Man firmly in his arms, without moving at all. His cold grey eyes looked indifferently at the attacker with bloodshot eyes.

Somehow, Ye Man felt relieved suddenly.

The coagulated blood began to flow again, and the body gradually became soft.

But within a second, he froze again.

There was a bang and the door was kicked open.

Chi Jue appeared at the door nervously and anxiously: "Xiao Man!"

When he saw the situation inside, his eyes widened instantly.

His younger brother was held on the lap of a tall and majestic man. At the moment when he looked into Xu Huaiting's eyes from afar, Chi Jue's face changed from green to purple for a long time. It was unknown what he was thinking about, and finally his face turned pale.

"Mr. Xu," he said, gritting his teeth and suppressing his anger, "please let my brother go!"

System: "......"

The script seemed right, but something felt wrong.