Although the matter of the warehouse being burned was ignored, Hua Ting still vaguely sensed that Bai Qihong deliberately pointed the finger at the inspector.
Recently, Ding Sicheng has been in and out of the Bai family hall frequently, especially at night.
As long as he enters Bai Qihong's study, he stays there for two or three hours.
Sometimes at one or two in the morning, or even later, the situation has just been resolved here.
After finishing one thing, new problems emerged one after another, and it seemed that they would never reach an end.
If Ding Sicheng had not had to report to the police station the next day, Bai Qihong would have probably kept him overnight or even overnight.
Every time she saw Ding Sicheng's dog-legged look, Hua Ting felt like vomiting.
Maybe one day Bai Qihong would be happy and recognize him as his godson.
By then he will have a net worth of over 100 million, and he will be able to stir up evil and control wind and rain.
He will simply be a winner in life.
Thinking of this, another hint of ridicule flashed in Hua Ting's eyes.
After dinner, Ding Sicheng's figure appeared in the center of the lobby as expected.
She was upset and wanted to go up and kick him.
However, such a thought was replaced by a gentle hug full of love.
Another gamble, she wanted to see how long this guy surnamed Ding could keep pretending While Ding Sicheng was drinking water, Hua Ting walked up behind him barefoot and hugged him tenderly when he turned around.
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She clearly felt a shiver on the other person's back, but he didn't say a word.
He turned slightly while holding the cup, his dark and deep eyes were silent.
For a moment, he really was Ding Yaoyi.
Axiang and Acai, who had just come out of the kitchen, suddenly saw this scene and had to avert their eyes in panic.
Hua Ting just held him like that, her chin just resting on his shoulder blades.
Unexpectedly, Ding Yaoyi's habit is still the same.
As long as there is water in the cup, he will drink it in big gulps no matter what.
But coincidentally, what he was holding in his hand at the moment was exactly what Hua Ting had drunk before.
"Miss Bai," although he frowned, he was still smiling, "I feel a little embarrassed if you take such initiative."
Hua Ting remembered the first time they met.
Ding Yaoyi's eyes were bright and clear.
Even if he didn't speak, he just looked over and his eyes were comfortable and smooth.
But now, these eyes have changed, although they are still dark.
Like ink, but no longer clear and clear.
Hua Ting felt a fire burning in her heart and hugged him tighter.
"Miss Bai, what are you doing?"
"How long do you want to keep pretending?"
Hua Ting said this almost through gritted teeth.
Why did he, Ding Yaoyi, choose to live in such a way in such an era?
"Miss Bai, you have mistaken the person again," Ding Sicheng tilted his head and lowered his gaze slightly, "This is your home, should you pay attention to your image?"
"Pay attention," Hua Ting said coldly, "You either have to admit it first."
"What are you admitting?"
Ding Sicheng looked indifferent, "Miss Bai, how many times do you want me to say it again?
You really have admitted the wrong person."
Ding Sicheng put down the water glass and put his hands on the back of her hands.
His palms were hot.
When he tightened his strength slightly, every joint was highlighted.
He forcefully opened Hua Ting's hands around his waist, turned around and faced her, his dark eyes becoming increasingly obscure.
Hua Ting is not short, but in front of Ding Sicheng, who is 1.81 meters tall, she still has to look up at him slightly.
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"You're really not going to admit it."
"I really have nothing to admit, Miss Bai," Ding Sicheng's patience showed a little lack of patience, "In fact, I can definitely get close to you."
Hua Ting's breathing stagnated slightly, he was right, he could definitely get close to her, which would be much more effective than flattering Bai Qihong.
"Miss Bai, I'll go in first."
Ding Sicheng waved to her and walked towards the study.
Hua Ting stayed up all night.
At two o'clock in the night, I heard the sound of Ding Sicheng leaving.
Because it was windy late at night, Bai Qihong specially sent a classic car from his family to take him back.
He believed that this classic car would be his in a short time.
The yellow car lights shone dazzlingly through the gap in the curtains.
Hua Ting raised her hands to block it, simply turned over and closed her eyes helplessly.
The next day, she accompanied Mrs.
Bai to the Juxintang Tea House to watch a play.
Several opera excerpts are performed here every two days.
The tracks are pasted on notice boards with black characters on red paper and placed outside the teahouse gate, attracting theater fans to enter.
Listening to a play at the Juxintang Tea House is expensive, but the attendance rate is still impressive.
Before the actors came on stage, the audience was already completely dark.
Some elderly wealthy men came early to take a seat before it got dark, ordered a pot of tea, picked out a few snacks of their choice, and then calmly waited for the show to start.
In the past, no matter how busy Bai Qihong was, he would always find time to go out and watch a movie with Mrs.
Bai, but since the incident in the warehouse, he rarely had time to go shopping, watch a movie or drink afternoon tea with Mrs.
Bai.
He was not spending the whole day with Ding Sicheng.
He stayed in the study plotting something, drinking and socializing with senior government officials, and his time was filled to the brim.
Usually when I wake up in the morning, I don't even see him.
I only see half a fried dough stick and half a cup of soy milk on the dining table.
Therefore, Mrs.
Bai was really bored at home, so she took Hua Tingchu and went to the theater with her.
Today's play is called June Feishuang.
The protagonist only sang a few lines, and the audience came up to reward her.
After two hours, the actor on the stage had already made two hundred yuan, just like a street performer.
Hua Ting looked around in boredom, wondering if she would meet an inspector here.
Hua Ting was wearing a milky white cashmere coat that Madam Bai specially selected for her today, paired with a tight-fitting brocade cheongsam.
Every time she took a small step, she could reveal her smooth and white calves, which had attracted the attention of several men present.
In this outfit, she looks like a lady.
It's just that this reserved and decent posture was defeated by the details revealed in the makeup.
Hua Ting's eyebrows were already heroic, and her hair, which she had randomly pricked before going out, could be called a "ball-top" hair style.
It was very different from the hair style of women in this era, but such a very extreme hair style.
The modern hairstyle on her face does not feel out of place or strange, but it just reveals a bit of her frankness and naughtiness.
Hua Ting really wasn't interested in the humming of those people on the stage, so she thought she might as well go to Paramount to listen to Zhao Yiran sing.
Anyway, there is a play to be performed later, and Mrs.
Bai will not go back before two and a half hours.
While thinking this, Hua Ting happened to meet the inspector on the way out of the bathroom.
He looked in a hurry and disappeared around the corner of the lobby in two seconds.
At this point, the inspector should have gone to find Zhao Yiran.
She happened to be going to Paramount and could catch a ride.
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Hua Ting followed quickly, but she bumped into a waiter holding a tray halfway.
She just said "I'm sorry" and was recognized by the other party.
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