Pushing Down the Male God

As soon as she entered the backstage, Lin Mengmeng saw Wang Zhicheng sitting inside, promptly changed her face, and walked toward him with lively, spirited steps and a face full of joy.

Following the rhythm of the high heels “da da da”, she trotted to the front of Wang Zhicheng, looked at his fed-up face, and happily exclaimed, “Zhicheng, I’m sorry for making you worried. I didn’t know the way, the taxi driver deliberately took in circles for a long time to get here. . .”

Her soft voice was overly sentimental, with a squeamishness of a spoiled little woman as she bit her lips and apologized pitifully.

What the hell!

Who is this woman?

Didn’t they say that Wang Zhicheng’s wife was coming here tonight? Even if his wife doesn’t come, this woman also doesn’t even look like his sister!

Could it be that Wang Zhicheng doesn’t actually love his wife, this is a little lover who was being taken care of outside?

One has to say, in some ways, these people guessed something right.

Wang Zhicheng also stared blankly, okay?

Ever since he first met Lin Mengmeng, he had never seen her so beautiful. Even when the two of them got married, because of Wang Zhicheng’s personal reasons, they simply received a marriage certificate, and their relatives got together for a meal, it was a hasty affair.

In addition, the original host usually doesn’t pay much attention to dressing up in normal times. Before marriage, she simply only dabbed on a little makeup and her makeup skills were not very good. She has never carefully dressed herself up.

After marriage, since she has to serve the whole family, she had no spare time to dress up. Therefore, in Wang Zhicheng’s eyes, Lin Mengmeng’s daily appearance year-round was fixed and unchanging.

While Wang Zhicheng was lost in his thoughts, his manager came over and spoke, “Zhicheng, who is this? How did she know you were here?” As he spoke, he couldn’t help looking at Lin Mengmeng.

Without waiting for Wang Zhicheng to introduce her, Lin Mengmeng smiled and said, “Brother Nan, it has only been half a year since you haven’t seen me. You don’t know me? Sure enough, noblemen often forget things. Obviously, you’re the one who called me just now. . .”

At the end of her sentence, she shook her head as if she was disappointed.

Wang Zhicheng’s manager, Brother Nan, looked puzzled when he heard Lin Mengmeng’s words. He couldn’t remember when he had dealt with her, and after listening to the other person’s tone, it seemed that she was relatively familiar with him, but he couldn’t figure it out.

It stands to reason that after seeing so many faces that went through plastic surgery in the entertainment industry, the pure natural and highly recognizable beauty in front of him would surely be unforgettable. So why is it that he can’t remember? 

“Cough cough……Brother Nan, this is Mengmeng, my wife……” Wang Zhicheng coughed twice and said with difficulty.

Brother Nan immediately blanked and looked up and down at Lin Mengmeng, who was staring at him with a smile. He responded with an unbelievable face, “How could that be? This change is too big!”

If he hadn’t been in the entertainment industry for all these years and developed discerning eyes, he would have thought that the foolish woman in his memory had gone to a certain country to thoroughly reassemble her entire body.

Lin Mengmeng covered her lips with a light smile, “Can I take it as Brother Nan praising me? You must know that in order to not lose Zhicheng’s face in today’s live broadcast, I started tossing about before dawn. I also haven’t eaten today so that I can look better in my outfit. Now it seems that it’s worth the effort to be a little tired.”