"Hey Miss Bai" "You know me?"
Hua Ting stared at the young man in front of her in surprise, who looked at least three or four years younger than herself.
His eyes were harmless, and his smile was honest and honest.
"Many of us know you," he said, raising the fruit plate in his hand and saying, "Tonight the fruit plate will be given away.
Miss Bai, I will give you double the amount.
It is still room 302." "?"
"No, thank you."
Hua Ting glanced at the crowd and saw that the inspector had already left the lobby door.
"It's okay, I'll send it to you later."
"No, I have to leave."
Hua Ting's footsteps just walked around his body and turned back, "What's Room 302?"
The waiter blinked his big bright eyes honestly and said, "Isn't it room 302?
Mr.
Jian always books this room."
"Mr.
Jian" Oh, he was talking about Jian Yi.
Hua Ting's mind suddenly jumped to a few months ago, "By the way, on September 18th, was a Japanese official shot dead in your teahouse?"
"Well, yes."
Apparently the memory is still fresh.
"Did you see the shooter?"
Hua Ting was still thinking about the hero that day.
The waiter shook his head, "When I came out, the place was in chaos, full of people."
"You are such a big teahouse, but there is no witness."
Hua heard the next sentence and wanted to say, did you all grow up eating shit?
But when she saw the natural and harmless eyes of the boy opposite, she swallowed her words. .
"No, I just heard gunshots."
"Which direction did the bullet come from?"
The waiter, who felt guilty because of Hua Ting's obviously disappointed eyes, tried to recall the situation at that time, "First, he shot through the window on the left, and then hit the Japanese in the head."
From the left window, her guess was correct.
Only by standing in the southeast direction of the opposite corridor could the bullet accurately penetrate the Japanese head.
"You haven't seen any suspicious people."
Hua Ting still didn't give up.
The waiter shook his head.
"Forget it, I'll leave first.
There's no need to give away the fruit plate."
"Okay, Miss Bai, walk slowly" "By the way," Hua Ting paused for a moment, "When did Mr.
Jian leave that day?"
"Oh," this answer was smooth, "not long after it happened."
Thinking that the fruit plate in his hand had not been sent out, the waiter hurriedly said goodbye to her, "I'm leaving first, Miss Bai, the guest will be angry ” "oh."
Not long after the incident happened, she clearly remembered that Jian Yi told her that day, "I left not long after you left last night, so I don't know what happened."
Then it's obvious that he's lying
It seems that there is always singing and dancing in Paramount, no matter whether it is bombarded by artillery outside or peaceful and prosperous, it seems to have nothing to do with it.
Today, Zhao Yiran is wearing an extremely complicated and gorgeous red dress.
Her hair is permed and wavy, hanging down to one side.
Her snow-white shoulders and arms are exposed.
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A silk ribbon is tied into a small knot on her waist.
There are layers of hair underneath.
The folded skirt is like thousands of blood-stained roses blooming grandly.
Hua was stunned for a while.
She seems to be shining in the bejeweled atmosphere.
No one is more suitable for this gorgeous and flamboyant dress than her.
She is the darling of the stage and the most gorgeous embellishment of the entire Paramount.
No wonder all men are fascinated by her, and even women can't take their eyes away.
Hua Ting withdrew her gaze and looked around.
The inspector was sitting in a corner seat drinking champagne.
She was about to raise her feet and walk towards him when the tune changed and a halo of light swept across the stage.
The dim halo undulated like waves, instantly taking you into a psychedelic world.
"Why do you think of Paramount again?"
Hua Ting suddenly turned around.
Chen Shu, wearing a brown suede cotton coat, was standing under the colorful lights and smiling at her.
"Ha" she was unreasonably happy to see him, "You are here to see your Mr.
Cai again."
He nodded and glanced in a certain direction.
There was a bottle of whiskey with two-thirds left on Cai Bingrong's table.
He drank it very slowly.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that his attention was not on the wine table or the other women in Paramount, but on where he stood.
The unique Zhao Yiran at the center of the stage When Jian Hua heard this, Cai Bingrong asked the waiter to bring a few more plates of dried fruits and politely filled the empty cup at her hand with orange liquid.
After the old man and the young man politely clinked three glasses of wine, they entered a simple chatting mode.
After the pleasantries were completed, we got down to business.
"Have you found the person who burned the warehouse?"
Although Cai Bingrong had a smile on his face, he was always worried in his heart.
After all, working with Bai Qihong, the arms business was indeed booming.
If something goes wrong at this critical moment, what would happen if something goes wrong?
Bai Qihong's personality not only makes him turn against others, but he doesn't even know how to kill you.
Hua Ting subconsciously raised her eyes and glanced at Chen Shu, who was standing next to Cai Bingrong.
He raised his eyebrows lightly, with a lazy smile in the corners of his eyes.
"No, my dad is having a hard time."
Out of the corner of his eye, he unexpectedly noticed an unexplained look from the other side.
"It's been so long and I haven't found any clues."
Cai Bingrong looked away from Zhao Yiran's face, not realizing that his tone was too serious.
Oh, it turned out to be the eldest son of the Jin family that day.
He was leaning on the sofa on the other side, tilting his head and looking at her carefully.
"No, the murderer is too cunning."
Hua Ting wanted to laugh, but she held it back.
As a burst of cheers fell, the music entered dance mode.
Zhao Yiran bowed slightly to the audience on the stage, his arms drew a graceful arc in the air, his steps moved to the rhythm of the dance music, and his cloud-like hair swept through the rotation, revealing his slender neck and pointed chin, like a A noble and elegant white swan.
How could she be so beautiful
For a thirty-year-old woman to be so beautiful, her life has not been in vain.
"Miss Bai, long time no see."
Zhao Yiran, who has completed this performance, is slowly walking towards Cai Bingrong in the audience with a wine glass in his hand.
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"I'm scared to be recognized by you again."
Hua Ting smiled with a hint of embarrassment.
Every time Zhao Yiran steps off the stage, his first glass of wine is to pay tribute to Cai Bingrong.
But at this moment, her eyes kept wandering over Hua Ting, seeming to be half lazy and half sharp.
"You look nothing like Mr.
Bai."
She said while taking a sip of red wine.
"Mr.
Bai" Hua Ting took two seconds to react, "Oh, you know Bai Qihong" Zhao Yiran smiled sweetly.
"It's not like Mrs.
Bai either."
Cai Bingrong was in a good mood and made a rare playful remark.
Hua Ting has the same view on this issue.
Mrs.
Bai is as gentle as water, exuding a tranquility and elegance unique to Jiangnan women, while Hua Ting has a heroic look and a casual manner, which is completely different from her "mother" On the same tune.
The eldest son of the Jin family on the sofa on the other side has been looking at Huating for a long time.
Finally, he couldn't hold it anymore.
He stood up and pretended to pass by her.
He raised his neck and asked, "Miss, why do I think you look so familiar to us?"
Have you seen it somewhere?”
Hua Ting blinked twice in confusion, and said in a soft tone: "No, this little girl is coming to Paramount for the first time today."
Chen Shu couldn't help but raise his hand to cover up the smile on his lips.
"Really?"
The eldest son of the Jin family frowned a little impatiently, but he looked at Chen Shu, who was standing straight next to her, and then at Cai Bingrong, who was sitting on the sofa with an indifferent expression.
After a moment of silence, he wisely walked away.
Hahua really wants to call her stupid x At this time, there was a commotion at the door.
Judging from the reaction of the crowd, I thought that the person had a good background, otherwise the demon-like women in Paramount would not deliberately put on a dignified posture.
Hua Ting opened her eyes.
A man's figure emerged from the shadow of the door.
He was wearing a simple dark robe and old-fashioned cotton shoes.
He raised his hand and casually took off a gray felt hat on his head.
Just this action made people feel...
Unwarranted oppression.
Bai Qihong Everyone looked at him calmly.
Hua heard the smell of gossip coming from the crowd.
Mrs.
Bai was listening to a play at Juxintang Teahouse, and he actually took the time to come to Paramount "Mr.
Bai."
Someone in the crowd greeted him.
Bai Qihong responded with a smile, but his eyes fell in the direction of Cai Bingrong intentionally or unintentionally.
Hua Ting was startled and quickly moved behind Chen Shu.
However, Bai Qihong was not looking for her, but focused on Zhao Yiran beside Cai Bingrong.
Zhao Yiran was also looking at him, with a hint of innocence in his curved almond eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a charming and evil smile.
Hua Ting only felt that her whole body was trapped in an extremely subtle and strange atmosphere.
Bai Qihong, Cai Bingrong, Zhao Yiran, she seemed to have figured out something at this moment.
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