In Shenzhen, a thin crescent moon hangs quietly in the sky, the night is as thick as ink, and in the pink bedroom of a villa in Futian District, the mournful cry seems to be able to break through the barrier to the sky.

Han Yushi woke up from the nightmare, got up suddenly, looked around, and was sure that it was just a dream.

The dream was so real that it was as if everything was happening right in front of her eyes.

In the dream, her father, Han Honglang, the former chairman of Hengneng Real Estate, was chatting with a man with a blurred face in the office, as if he was talking about work, but the two quarreled while chatting, and the quarrel was very fierce, the man looked at Han Honglang viciously, and he didn't know what to curse in his mouth, Han Honglang's face turned red, he wanted to say something but couldn't say it, and it didn't take long for him to hold his chest, and he fell in pain on the boss's chair behind him, and never woke up.

The Korean poem in the dream was next door, and she reached out to save her father, but she woke up in a hurry.

Father Han Honglang has been gone for almost a year, and he has been in good health before his death, she has always wondered why her father had a heart attack?

With such doubts, she investigated and even called the police, but there was no clue. There are all kinds of signs that Han Honglang did die of a sudden myocardial infarction, and the doctor said that overwork and anxiety will induce heart disease.

Since then, not being able to see her father for the last time and the cause of his death have become a depression in her heart.

Countless late nights awakened by nightmares are all related to this depression.

Seeing that it was still dark outside the window, Yu Shi calmed down and continued to sleep, waking up the next morning. She was dizzy and a little weak, so she took her phone and looked at the time, and insisted on getting up from the bed.

After a simple wash and dressing, she casually went downstairs to eat something, and then drove straight to the office building of Yidong Media in the center of Futian District.

The charity reception organized by eMotion Media to celebrate the 40th anniversary of reform and opening up will be held at 8 p.m., and as the host of the reception, she still has a lot to prepare.

At night, Shenzhen A Hotel, the bright crystal lamps exude a magnificent light, and the fashionable and elegant decoration flows with oriental charm everywhere. The people who enter and leave the hotel are celebrities, celebrities and gentlemen, and their clothes and sideburns are harmonious.

The guests of this charity reception were personally invited by Cui Ronghao, chairman of eMotion Media. When Han Shi, a popular anchor of eMotion Media, took Choi Young-ho's strong arm and walked into the luxurious banquet hall full of lights, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The men and women in the banquet hall who elegantly held the goblet crystal cup looked at them.

Yu Shi's delicate little face is depicted with fresh light makeup, and her matte peach lip color makes her beautiful and moving. The diamond necklace around the neck is delicate and flexible, like spring water flowing on smooth and delicate skin. A black silk satin fishtail skirt that is as soft as smoke outlines her graceful figure to the fullest.

Under the bright light, her porcelain-like skin was shrouded in a pleasant light, and her long black jade hair poured down from the top of her head, like a quiet blooming orchid in a hollow valley.

For a while, the exclamations and praises were endless. Everyone knows who the stunning beauty next to Cui Ronghao is.

It's just that some sour and rancid discussions still appear discordantly.

"I've heard people say that Choi Ronghao has an unusual relationship with Korean poetry, otherwise Korean poetry is just a college student who graduated not long ago, how could she become a popular female anchor?" said a woman in a black dress and a companion next to her.

"I guess so, you look at Mr. Choi's eyes when he looks at Korean poetry, there is definitely something wrong with them!" the other woman chimed in.

The discussion between the two reached the ears of Ji Yunfeng, who was wearing a royal blue suit next to them, word for word. The corners of his handsome lips were slightly raised, and his face was disdainful.

He is the most scornful of this kind of woman, if it weren't for the intervention of this kind of money-worshipping girl, his father would not have abandoned him and his mother, and his mother has been depressed.

"Mr. Cui, long time no see. “

Not far away, a well-dressed man walked in, his eyes were staring at Yu Shi's cheeks, and a wicked smile flashed across the corners of his mouth, "Forgive me for taking the liberty of being presumptuous, the goddess next to Mr. Cui is Miss Korean poetry, right?"

Compared with some women scratching their heads and posing at the banquet, the freshness and elegance of Yushi is like an ink painting full of Zen, which makes people feel more comfortable.

Although Yu Shi hates this kind of man who looks oily the most, he is quiet on the surface.

Cui Ronghao looked at the man, his eyes flashed, "That's right, this is a Korean poem, a popular anchor of our Yidong Media." Yushi, let me introduce you, this is Mr. Zhang Rundong, the helmsman of the famous Xingmei Entertainment. ”

"Hello, Mr. Zhang. Yu Shi said politely, the smile on her pink lips with a subtle detachment.

"Korean poetry ......" Zhang Rundong raised his arrogant chin slightly and whispered, paused slightly before saying meaningfully: "Miss Han's name is very good, and it complements Miss Han's fresh and refined temperament, and you yourself are more beautiful than on TV!"

A sweet smile appeared on Yu Shi's quiet face, "Thank you, Mr. Zhang." ”

"Miss Han...... Maybe where have we met?" As he spoke, Zhang Rundong's eyes hid a trace of meaningful inquiry.

Yu Shi was accustomed to the way he accosted a man, his beautiful lips curled slightly, and he said with clear eyes like water: "I don't think so...... After all, if I had met a big man like Mr. Zhang, I would have been impressed. ”

Yushi vaguely cleared up the relationship between the two, with a hint of praise in his faint tone, but without a trace of flattery and flattery.

Zhang Rundong's eyes flickered faintly, "Haha, Miss Han is worthy of being a popular anchor, she is really good at talking!"

Yu Shi didn't say anything, but just replied with a natural and generous smile, but in Zhang Rundong's eyes, there was a kind of charm that silence is better than sound at this time, which is soul-stirring and tempting.

There are also famous celebrities and nobles at the reception, as well as elites of Yidong Media, and there are many people talking and laughing, and the cups and cups make a crisp sound.

Yushi was by Cui Ronghao's side, generously and decently coping with all kinds of greetings, and after a long time, she felt that the muscles in her face were about to stiffen with laughter. Taking advantage of the lack of people, she was ready to find her boyfriend Zhao Haiyi, but she hadn't seen him after coming for so long.

She stepped on champagne-colored heels and strutted past the long white table with snacks on her head towards the ballroom door. happened to pass by Zhang Rundong, who was holding champagne and talking happily with people.

In an instant, a faint fragrance spread and penetrated into his nose.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his heart was already fluttering.