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Chapter 58


Regarding the operation of Las Villa Casino, Hua Ting learned quickly and got started quickly.

Not only did she learn all the business skills, but she also seemed to have some experience in Bai Qihong's shrewd determination and vigorous attitude.

Bai Qihong was sitting in the lobby on the first floor of Bai Mansion.

Every time he listened to the report of the casino manager Ayao, he always squinted his sharp eyes and nodded with relief when he thought of Hua Ting's stubborn temper that was almost like his. nod.

This willful, arrogant and wild daughter seems to have learned a lot in this year.

But Mrs.

Bai became increasingly sad, saying that since her daughter got married, the atmosphere in the entire Bai Mansion had become too lonely and empty; sometimes, she knew clearly that Bai Qihong went to Paramount to find that woman, and she But she couldn't do anything.

She spent more and more time alone in her spare room with coffee at night.

There really wasn't even anyone with whom she could talk.

Madam Bai knew Bai Qihong's temperament.

The more you refused him what he wanted, the more interested he became, especially when it came to feelings.

Therefore, even Zhao Yiran's apology and rejection could not calm her inner panic.

Hua Ting is currently sitting in the splendid casino hall, playing Pai Gow on the gambling table with Lu Jinnian and several well-known middle-aged tycoons in the Shanghai Bund French Concession.

The smell of cigarette smoke in the hall was a bit strong.

She put her arms on the back of the chair and rubbed her temples with her thumbs.

Her long bangs swept across her slightly closed eyes.

The card play went smoothly again as she expected.

She was wrapped in a long cashmere coat, which was well-tailored and wrapped around her thin shoulders and slender waist.

A pair of black sheepskin short boots were visible on her crossed legs.

There was a strange sense of romance in her coolness; just now Fujita Shoji was immediately attracted by her when he stepped into the casino door.

He came a little late, and someone at the card table made room for him.

He sat down slowly, holding a dark brown cigar in his hand and holding the military cap on his head.

He turned over the cards in his hand and raised his head.

Pretending to look at Hua Ting, he glanced at her breasts a few times and chuckled: "Miss Bai, oh no, Mrs.

Jian, please play your cards."

Hua Ting raised her eyebrows and glanced at him.

Since he sat down, the smell of cigarette smoke had become stronger.

She bent her index finger to the tip of her nose.

Fujita Shoji seemed to be amused by her reaction, so he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke from his mouth, and his tone was filled with aloof arrogance: "Please play your cards, Mrs.

Jane."

Hua Ting felt her nose was a little itchy, she frowned and rubbed it, then sneezed lightly, and she completely won him as soon as she played her card.

Looking at the face wrapped in mist opposite, Hua Ting thought to herself, don't blame me for being rude now, just keep smoking and see how long you can smoke, how long I will beat you.

After an hour, he had indeed won all the chips on Fujita Shoji's chest.

He wasn't angry at all.

Although he kept losing cards, there was no trace of the impetuousness or anger of losing cards on his face.

Instead, his narrow eyes looked at Hua Ting with some sincere admiration.

"Do you want to continue?"

Hua Ting said leisurely.

At this time, the manager behind her, Ayao, leaned down slightly and said something in her ear.

Hua Ting stood up and wrapped her coat around her body.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

She walked out of the hall door.

A black car from the Bai Mansion was parked outside the hall.

Inside the car, Mrs.

Bai rolled down the window and waved to her.

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She had a lonely and melancholy smile on her lips, and she could see some clues at a glance.

"What's wrong?

I'm in a bad mood."

Hua Tingmao got into the back seat of the car and took off her coat.

"I'm so bored."

Seeing Hua Ting, Mrs.

Bai's smiling eyes were covered with a layer of warmth.

"I knew you were in the casino, so I came here to find you.

I wanted to talk to you."

Mrs.

Bai pulled her hand.

Putting her hand in her own palm, she asked, "How are you doing, Jian Yi?"

He pinched the slightly raised piece of flesh on her palm, and then answered for her, "It looks good, I've gained weight."

Hua Ting's answer was true: "Jian Yi treats me very well and can also cook."

"That puts me at ease, but" Mrs.

Bai frowned slightly, "It is said that Mrs.

Jian doesn't like you very much.

After you married, she didn't make things difficult for you, right?"

"I rarely meet her in person.

How can she embarrass me?

Besides, with my personality, can she bully me?"

After hearing this, Hua smiled, leaned forward and shouted to the driver in front of her. , "Turn left ahead and go to Paramount."

"Hua Ting, what are you doing at Paramount?"

"Aren't you about to go?"

Hua Ting tilted her neck and her eyes flashed, "I don't know you yet."

In mid-March, the New Year atmosphere has not completely dissipated.

Paramount is decorated with lights and neon lights, and the newly decorated appearance is more magnificent and magnificent.

In the past, the piles of rickshaws in front of the gate had been cleared away, and outside the Paramount gate, children noisily scrambled to grab the Western cream cakes delivered by the steward.

There was singing and dancing in the hall, and the heating was fully heated.

Just after the foreign clock struck three times, the stage lights suddenly dimmed.

There was silence in the table, and the sound of flowing piano sounded all around.

Suddenly, a cold-toned chasing light shone in the darkness. , Zhao Yiran stood in the center of the stage, looking forward to the glory.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Hua Ting took Mrs.

Bai to a corner and sat down.

When she turned her eyes for a moment, she saw the man who was still sitting in Cai Bingrong's seat with a cold expression but a touch of warmth.

As expected, he came to Paramount as soon as he was free.

Although Mrs.

Bai was mentally prepared, her gentle eyes dimmed instantly after witnessing it with her own eyes.

Listening to the whispers of several men at the table, it seems that today is Zhao Yiran's birthday, so several shareholders of Paramount deliberately arranged the atmosphere of today's ballroom to be romantic, warm and mysterious, and enthusiastically distributed the extra Western pastries to Some poor children outside Paramount.

Because of Zhao Yiran's birthday, Paramount tonight was filled with a harmonious and peaceful atmosphere.

During the banquet, celebrities from all walks of life chatted and laughed, and Zhao Yiran's birthday seemed to have become a grand event.

The fact that Zhao Yiran's birthday could be held in such a arrogant and lively manner in troubled times shows that Zhao Yiran's status in Paramount is not to be underestimated. importance.

What Zhao Yiran is singing at the moment is Bai Qihong's favorite "Zhuang Shengdie" from the Palace of Eternal Life.

The lyrics talk about Yang Yuhuan's death in Maweipo, his cold bones are reborn, his soul travels again, and he still looks for pottery when he remembers the past.

The story of Lingmeng.

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Now that I think about it, every word and every sentence is filled with the emotion of Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng, today and this night.

After the song ended, the lights came on again, and Bai Qihong was the first to applaud.

"Thank you to everyone here for coming to my birthday dinner today."

Zhao Yiran's voice came out lightly from the microphone.

Hua Ting felt a thump in her heart, and she suddenly recalled that her great-great-grandfather would take her great-grandmother's cheongsam to a century-old teahouse on Huaihai Road to celebrate her birthday on March 14th every year, which was later known as White Valentine's Day.

And Zhao Yiran's birthday also happens to be March 14 this year.

But her great-great-grandmother is not named Zhao, and her great-great-grandfather is not surnamed Jin, but things always happen to be so coincidental.

Do you think this is ironic that she has been in old Shanghai for so long, and she can't even find any clue about her great-grandfather?

Arrive, let alone go back.

Before Zhao Yiran could step off the stage, the lights in the ballroom suddenly went out.

Everyone in the audience speculated whether the atmosphere at the scene was a surprise specially arranged by the protagonist today or whether it was time to sing happy birthday.

A beam of cool-toned chasing light fell down again, but this time it fell not from the stage, but from the center of the ballroom, shining unbiasedly on Bai Qihong, who was wearing a plain robe.

At this time, the lighting engineer tacitly shined another beam of cold light on the head of Zhao Yiran, who was still standing on the stage.

Zhao Yiran looked surprised.

It was obvious that this sentiment was not her design, but the man off the stage.

He knelt down on one knee and held a beautifully wrapped square gift box in his hand.

Hua Ting could guess what he was going to do next.

Bai Qihong opened the lid of the gift box slightly with his right hand, and the diamond ring in the center of the gift box was faintly visible, shining brightly under the cold light above his head, eye-catching.

Its carat weight is no less than the one worn on Huating's ring finger.

"Yi Ran, marry me."

He said.

Mrs.

Bai shuddered all over, and with a "pop" sound, the wine glass fell to the ground and broke.

Hua listened and laughed.

This old man who was over fifty years old actually wanted to make a romantic proposal.

Did he pay attention to Mrs.

Bai?

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