In the Bai Mansion, Mrs.
Bai huddled alone in the corner of the sofa, her half-long hair neatly combed behind her head.
Through the reflection of the light, she could clearly see a few strands of prematurely grown hair on her temples.
What's wrong with her?
It's because Bai Qihong rarely cares about her or pays attention to her in the past few months.
Why does she have a strong aura like a resentful woman in the palace?
Mrs.
Bai has become so thin and out of shape in the past few months, her back is slumped haggardly, and she doesn't look at all energetic.
She doesn't talk much, she always drinks coffee in small sips, dragging the cup and plate with her left hand, and bending the little finger of her right hand. , leaning against the lower edge of the cup, still carrying a little grace that has been cultivated for many years in his movements.
Hua Ting was about to go upstairs when a voice from the study room on the second floor suddenly came from Bai Qihong's angry roar: "I'm going to let it go today.
If you don't listen to this matter, I advise you to take less control of it in the future."
Hua Ting was surprised: "What's wrong, who is upstairs?"
Mrs.
Bai's hand trembling slightly when she picked up the coffee seemed to be struggling to bear the weight of a small cup of coffee.
Until that hoarse voice sounded: "Let me ask you, Qihong, did you kill Cai Bingrong?"
"Uncle Chen" Mrs.
Bai took a sip of coffee and nodded slightly.
She couldn't hear Bai Qihong's voice clearly, and she only heard Chen Huanlin say something later: "The brotherhood between you and me for many years ends here."
After a brief silence, Chen Huanlin walked down the stairs alone, the mahogany civilized stick in his hand making a regular and dull sound on the floor; he stepped down the last step, his eyes slowly passed over Hua Ting's face, and he opened his mouth.
He wanted to say something, but hesitated for a moment.
In the end, he didn't say anything and walked straight towards the door of the hall.
Hua Ting turned around and looked at Chen Huanlin's back outside the hall door, slightly lost in thought, and suddenly felt some emotion in her heart.
How many people are lost in the pursuit of money, fame, fortune, status and vanity, and how much friendship there is.
The four tycoons of Shanghai who were buried under power are the best examples.
Today's four tycoons in Shanghai are dead, divorced, and extremely divided.
They have long lost the friendship they had in the past.
They each live in their own huge circles of interests, flattering and exploiting each other.
Is it interesting?
Hua Ting rolled her eyes and went upstairs to sleep.
It turns out that there is a reason for Mrs.
Bai's recent depression, but she is used to bearing it alone, so she just holds it in and refuses to talk about it; until one night at the dinner table, Mrs.
Bai held up a pair of emerald chopsticks for a long time, but there was no rice left.
Finally, he couldn't hold back anymore and said: "Hua Ting, please accompany me to Paramount."
Hua Ting suspected that she heard wrongly, "What did you say?"
Mrs.
Bai seemed restless and repeated what she just said, "Come with me to Paramount."
"What are you doing there?"
Hua Ting already knew the answer when she asked this question.
But what surprised her even more was what Mrs.
Bai said next: "I heard that your father is going to marry that Zhao Yiran."
"What" As soon as I stepped into the gate of Paramount, I heard several sweet voices softly calling several men in suits who looked like gentlemen who came in together as "boss".
There are three ways to seduce, I'm afraid men will get drunk as soon as they hear it.
Fortunately, Zhao Yiran is not like this.
Hua Ting hasn’t entered Paramount for a long time, but it is still a very popular romantic venue.
Celebrities from all walks of life dance to the beat of the music and have great fun.
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Just like the name Paramount, its homophonic meaning is ara unt, which means It is superior to all others and supreme.
Happiness should be like this, and so should you.
Mrs.
Bai chose a seat in the corner, firstly because she was afraid of attracting attention, and secondly because she was afraid of being bumped into by Bai Qihong.
However, not long after they sat down, Bai Qihong slowly stepped into the Paramount Hall as Mrs.
Bai expected.
Madam Bai immediately squeezed the leather bag in her hand nervously.
Bai Qihong sat down where Cai Bingrong had been, his brows expressionless.
He was wearing a dark blue robe with no patterns on it.
He only wore a sapphire ring on his right thumb at some point, which made a crisp sound when it collided with the celadon tea cup in his hand.
As expected, Bai Qihong came to Paramount as soon as he had free time.
After this was confirmed by two pairs of eyes at this moment, Mrs.
Bai's expression immediately dimmed.
A few minutes later, the dance ended, and soft and soothing music sounded on the stage.
Zhao Yiran, dressed in a bright red waist dress, slowly stepped out from the corner of the stage; she had dark eyebrows, peach blossom eyes, and two shallow curves on her cheeks.
She has a shallow smile, and her smile is as charming as a flower.
From the moment she appeared on the scene, Madam Bai's eyes had been fixed on her face and never left her face.
The saxophone dance music played beautifully, and the stage was filled with flowers.
Zhao Yiran sang in a charming way.
His voice was still low and long.
Every word in the song seemed to be filled with honey.
It was so beautiful that Hua Ting took a bite of the fresh food on the table.
Melons and fruits are as pleasant as watching a concert.
And when she finished her song, Bai Qihong in the audience stood up like an excited little fan and took the lead in applauding.
Seeing Bai Qihong, the people around him began to applaud, so they also applauded vigorously.
In an instant, the audience burst into thunderous applause.
Madam Bai frowned and squeezed the leather bag in her hand tighter.
Since you care so much, why not be brave and say no to Bai Qihong?
Following the usual human routine, the first person Zhao Yiran wanted to toast after stepping down was Bai Qihong.
She had also heard a lot about what happened in Shanghai recently, so the look in her eyes when she looked at Bai Qihong was even brighter than before.
A little more distant and polite.
Zhao Yiran raised his glass with a light movement, with a big smile on his face, "Thank you, Mr.
Bai, for your support."
The corners of his eyebrows and eyes were drawn with a dazzling charm.
Bai Qihong smiled kindly at the corner of his mouth and said, "Of course you're welcome."
Zhao Yiran only drank half the cup, then raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck, smiling lazily: "I feel a little tired today, so I won't sing for a while.
I'll go back after finishing this cup with you."
Zhao Yiran made a gesture to toast, but Bai Qihong didn't answer.
"Yiran, what I told you last time" Bai Qihong always acted resolutely and resolutely in his words and actions.
He was rarely so hesitant as he is now.
He was a gangster who came from the underworld.
He was aggressive, fierce in fighting, and bold and casual in his actions.
He controlled half of Shanghai's business world, but he seemed to be elegant in front of Zhao Yiran.
"What do you think?"
Bai Qihong's eyes seemed to be burning with hope.
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Zhao Yiran, however, closed his mouth and admitted openly: "I'm sorry Mr.
Bai, Yiran already has his heart."
Bai Qihong wasn't angry, he just looked at her with a smile, his eyes unclear, "Is that the Chinese inspector general?"
he asked knowingly.
Zhao Yiran brushed his hair and said nothing with a smile.
Hua Ting guessed that Bai Qihong proposed to Zhao Yiran a few days ago, thinking that he would get an unexpected and satisfactory answer today, but he did not expect that he would be rejected.
Madam Bai's brows moved, and she suppressed her voice but could not hide her emotional excitement: "I heard it right, Qi Hong is willing to die as long as this woman nods her head."
"Men, what they can't get is always in turmoil."
Hua Ting almost sang the last sentence.
She took Mrs.
Bai's hand and comforted her, "Don't worry, Zhao Yiran has his heart.
There is no way she will marry Bai."
Dad."
Mrs.
Bai stopped talking, thinking that she felt more comfortable after hearing what Hua Ting said.
There was soft dancing on the dance floor in front, beautiful figures with fragrant hair, and gorgeous and disturbing music.
Hua Ting shook Mrs.
Bai's hand and said: "Do you want to dance?"
"Dancing no" Before Mrs.
Bai could refuse, Hua Ting pulled her and ran to the center of the dance floor, where she was immediately submerged in the surging crowd.
Madam Bai was originally in a depressed mood, but Kanhua Ting didn't follow the tune of the dance music at all.
She pulled her around and jumped around randomly in the crowd.
She was unexpectedly amused, and even taught Hua Ting how to dance in a decent manner. .
In fact, Mrs.
Bai's artistic talent is astonishing.
She can do disco, tango, and dance.
But after following Bai Qihong, she put away her lively and wild-cat temperament.
Mrs.
Bai is just a little woman who can give up everything for love.
She should have married a man who understood her and understood her, but she chose to marry a cold-blooded and ruthless gangster.
While dancing, Hua Ting glanced sideways from time to time to observe Bai Qihong's condition outside the crowd.
Although Bai Qihong was angry, he held it back so as not to explode in front of Zhao Yiran.
However, those slightly narrowed eyes made Hua Yi hear a familiar and dangerous signal; this cold-blooded and ruthless man killed Cai Bingrong at the dock that day.
I don't even bother to blink my eyes when I'm doing it, let alone when I'm inspecting He will do whatever it takes to get whatever he wants, including love.
Hua Ting was thinking about finding an opportunity to remind Zhao Yiran later, but unexpectedly someone grabbed her shoulder from behind.
She turned around.
For a moment, she thought it was Chen Shu who was smiling at her under the bright lights. , but what jumped into the depths of his pupils was Jian Yi's enlarged smiling face.
"Sister Hua is honored to come and dance today."
"yes."
The look in Hua Ting's eyes was gone.
Jian also saw it, but pretended not to care and said hello politely to Mrs.
Bai.
"When you're tired of dancing, go to my table."
Jian Yi leaned close to her ear and said.
"Your table" "Well," Jian Yi casually pointed in one direction, "there's enough for you to eat."
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Hua Ting looked in the direction of his finger, and there were two more Japanese officials in grass-green military uniforms.
"Why?"
She frowned and said in disgust: "You don't need to drag me along if you want to be a traitor?"
"Go and say hello," Jian Yi approached her with a playful smile, "Say she is my future wife."
His lips lightly pecked her cheek with lightning speed.
Hua Ting was angry and was about to punch him, but the boy took two steps back smartly and raised a wicked smile towards her like a winner.
At this time, the dance music was interrupted, and everyone's dance stopped at an awkward beat.
Before the crowd could complain, a sharp and somewhat old-fashioned mezzo-soprano sounded on the stage, "Ahem, sorry for interrupting."
"Just a moment."
She held the microphone and shouted hard to the enthusiastic men and women in the middle of the dance floor.
"Since Zhao Yiran is not feeling well tonight, we will be more free and casual in the following time.
No matter who is in the audience, as long as they embrace the song Anyone who is enthusiastic can come on stage to sing.”
As soon as the woman on the stage finished speaking, Hua Ting's arm was grabbed hard by Jian Yi and raised in the air.
Before Hua Ting could react, the woman's voice on the stage rang out again, "Then the first person to raise your hand, please come on stage."
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