When she came out, Jian Yi was no longer there, and Hua Ting's interest in showing off her singing voice had completely disappeared.
She returned to her seat, drank down the two remaining glasses of champagne, and took the coat from the waiter's hand. , slowly walked out of Paramount.
The black Buick car parked at the Paramount Gate early.
The small mansion where she and Jian Yi lived was in the French Concession in Xuhui District, less than 20 minutes away from Paramount.
A two-story small foreign-style building with neatly trimmed lawns, cream-white painted walls, dark green glass doors and windows, a pointed red tile roof, and several brown glass-shaded electric lamps hanging from the eaves.
The fashionable Western style, in her eyes, turned into an old-fashioned style.
When Hua Ting jumped out of the car, she looked up and saw a yellowish light on the dressing table in the bedroom on the second floor of the small mansion.
She knew that Jian Yi had arrived home before her.
But why didn't this guy say he wanted to go back with her?
It was a bit unusual.
It was only when I entered the back room that I smelled something wrong.
It was a light feminine fragrance.
Hua Ting walked on the stairwell as usual, stepping loudly towards the bedroom on the east side of the second floor.
The door to the bedroom was half open, and there was no movement inside.
Hua Ting's heartbeat sped up for no reason, and her steps were gradually approaching the dark brown carved wooden door with her rapid heartbeat.
It was Shi Yin'ai who was only wearing a Western-style skirt.
The dark purple skirt covered her beautiful figure and sank into the warm cashmere cushion on the ground.
The buttons on her chest were tied neatly, covering her collarbone.
But there is a large scenery behind her.
The hollow backless dress fully exposes her back, which is as white and smooth as mutton-fat jade.
You can clearly see the beautifully shaped butterfly bones and the attractive back hollow that extends all the way.
Hua Ting saw this scene as soon as she walked in.
Jian Yi sat sideways for a moment, holding a pair of tweezers and alcohol cotton in her hand.
She leaned over slightly to wipe a bloody scar on Shi Yin'ai's back, who was half lying on the edge of the bed. .
Hua Ting's reaction was not as enthusiastic as usual, but she glanced at Jian Yi's careful and coherent movements from the corner of her eyes, and raised her eyebrows with a half-smile, "Why did Lao Jiang teach you how to be a doctor?"
" "Well," Jian Yi didn't dare to relax at all, and replied without raising her head, "he gave me this medical kit."
A smile froze in Hua Ting's eyes.
She curled her lips and said in a slow tone: "Are you going to change your career to be a doctor?"
She took a closer look at the right shoulder blade on the back, and there was a small circular wound. , the surrounding skin showed dark red burn marks, which were obviously gunshot wounds.
Shi Yinai half-bent on the edge of the bed.
When he moved his head a little, a bunch of hair fell down.
Jian Yi stretched out his hand to gently gather the hair to one side.
His fingertips just brushed the location of her wound, and then asked : "It hurts a lot."
"It's okay."
Shi Yin'ai's tone was calm, without a trace of ripples.
Hua Ting rolled her eyes for some reason.
Shi Yin'ai's condition was not serious.
He was shot in the shoulder, so his life was not in great danger.
As long as the bleeding was stopped in time, he was still far away from death.
"Sister Hua, did you have fun dancing again at Paramount?"
Jian Yi began to fall in love with the bandage for Shi Yin.
Seeing his skillful and coherent movements, Hua Ting couldn't help but sneered: "I'm not as happy as you."
"Sister Hua, let me introduce you," Jian Yi took the time to look back at her, "her name is Shi Yin'ai."
"Who doesn't know her name is Shi Yin'ai?"
Huge eye roll.
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"My female partner."
"What?"
Hua Ting was startled.
"A female partner in action."
After the bandage was finished, Shi Yinai quickly straightened his collar and stood up.
"Hello."
Her long black hair was curled on both sides, and paired with an exquisite dark skirt, she showed a charm that a woman of this age should not have.
He looked about the same age as Jian Yi, around twenty-six or seventeen.
Although his face looked pale, there was actually some enchanting and evil energy in his clear and bright eyes.
"Oh, hello."
Hua Ting responded without enthusiasm.
"It turns out that the flower sister Jian Yi talked about is you."
Shi Yin smiled again, as if he had completely forgotten the injury he had just suffered.
"What do you mean?"
Hua Ting couldn't feel happy for some reason when she saw this smiling face.
"I've read about you in the newspapers."
"newspaper" Shi Yin'ai's face is playful and charming, with red lips and willow eyebrows carefully made up, which is strangely contradictory to the ascetic Buddhist beads on her right hand.
Jian Yi closed the medicine box at her feet and answered: "Sister Hua loves to make trouble, and she even made the headlines of the newspaper once."
"Well, I also read it, and it was said that he was a singer-songwriter from Paramount."
Shi Yinai's tone was sweet, but it didn't seem to be intentional, "When I was on duty in Hong Kong, the name Paramount was in the Straits.
The loud noise on the other end is really noticeable now.”
Hua Ting listened lazily and yawned gracefully.
As smart as Shi Yinai, he hooked up a lace jacket on the back of the chair and left.
This playful and beautiful face directly makes all the actors on the billboard look vulgar.
"I'll ask the driver to take you off."
Jian Yi diligently opened the bedroom door for her.
Hua then rolled her eyes again.
After washing, she sat lazily in front of the dressing table.
Her eyelids were heavy and she was feeling sleepy.
When her head tilted, she was gently held by one of Jian Yi's hands.
"Sister Hua, didn't you just dance for a while?
You are so tired."
Hua Ting opened her eyes, only smiled and said nothing.
Behind her, Jane took out her black hair from her silk nightgown, picked up a white jade comb on the dressing table, and concentrated on combing her long black hair.
"Why don't you say anything?"
Jian Yi combed her long hair one by one.
The carefully maintained hair finally had a few knots at the end.
He put down the white jade comb and gently picked it with his little finger.
"Why didn't I know you had a female partner?"
Hua Ting's narrow eyes narrowed slightly.
"Are you talking about Shi Yin'ai?"
Jian Yi in the mirror smiled lightly but seriously, "We were partners for a few years, but later they separated due to special tasks."
"Oh."
Hua Ting raised her eyelids and said lazily, "What is the mission this time?"
"Sister Hua, are you dancing with the leader of the Dragon Gang?"
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The tail of her hair was loose.
Jian Yi picked up the white jade comb on the dressing table again and smoothed the strands.
"Isn't there something inappropriate?"
She changed the topic again.
Back to the original question.
"What's wrong?"
Hua Ting looked at him in the mirror for a few seconds, without much emotion in her words.
"I don't have face."
Jian Yi smoothed the ends of her hair and placed his hands gently on her back, feeling warm.
"Ha" her eyes lit up, lively and cunning, "shameless" she straightened her back slightly to avoid the warmth between his palms.
"Otherwise" Raise your hand to turn off the light.
"sleep" In the darkness, Jian Yi fumbled for his own set of bedding from the cupboard and laid it on the carpet on the side of the bed based on feeling.
"By the way, flower girl" Hua Ting turned her head as she rested on the pillow, "Say."
"What did you talk about last time about your great-grandfather and great-grandmother?"
"Oh, it's nothing, I can't find it."
“Can’t find it” "Yeah."
Hua Ting closed her eyes and stopped talking.
Soft breathing flowed slowly in the quiet space.
Although the breathing and breathing sounded smooth, they were not very regular.
So half an hour later, Jian Yi spoke again: "Sister Hua, you're not asleep."
Hua Ting didn't answer.
"What are you thinking about?"
In the darkness, Jian Yi stretched out his hand and put it on the edge of her bed, moved forward slightly, and touched the white, tender, smooth but extremely cold hand.
After only touching for a second, Hua Ting retracted her hand into the quilt.
"Are you still thinking about Chen Shu?"
Jian Yi's tone was calm, but full of astringency.
Hua Ting turned over and turned her back to him.
"I'm thinking," the voice sounded lazily in the darkness, "what can I do to make Bai Qihong willingly hand over the opium business to me?"
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