This painstaking and sneaky joint point was deliberately arranged by Hailong in the 'Forgetful Water' song hall on the 38th floor of the Star Picking Building.

This is the largest leisure resort in central Jiangsu, and it seems that it is very well managed by Yin Siyan, and it is after lunch, and the high-end atmosphere of the song hall is already very lively.

On the oval-shaped, liftable dance floor, a dozen or so leading dancers in shiny fashion clothes and colorful hair are leading a large group of young people who have come here for a vacation, singing and dancing together.

At this time, the energetic youth is flying excitedly, the swaying laser lights are rolling wildly, and the shocking pure electronic sound is like a turbulent sea, carrying lightning and thunder, overwhelmingly pressing on every participant.

Hanzi Jian, who covered his ears with both hands, was led by the pretty young lady who was the foreman of the song hall, and after several turns, he was sent to the door of the 'Shuiyunjian' box.

With a slight bow, the beautiful and sweet young lady made a gesture of invitation to Han Zijian, and then left by herself.

Gently press the doorknob, push in slowly, under the soft light, in a sensational classic old song 'Plum Blossom Three Alleys', a pair of crystal clear, a pair of deep and resolute, first take each other into their eyes.

Today's Leng Ling'er is wearing a pure white silk dress, and she has a moon-white deerskin wide belt around her waist, and a huge ruby is embedded in the middle of the belt.

The shoulder-length cuffs of her long skirt were embroidered with a few bright red peonies, and the more than a dozen pearl buttons in a row were surrounded by dense silver threads, outlining a number of glittering small auspicious clouds.

At this time, Leng Ling'er, with a face like a hibiscus and a willow, a skin like snow and a small mouth like a cherry, and black hair like water, was actually pulled into a tall beautiful woman's bun by her, and the delicate white hosta on the bun was shining with a psychedelic luster under the light.

At this moment, Leng Ling'er is like a quiet lotus sitting quietly, her face shows a little contemplation, she doesn't see joy, and she is carefree.

On the large coffee table in front of her, there was a row of fresh fruit, as well as a few delicate drinks and snacks.

One is longing, the other is worrying, these two reunions after a long absence, but at this moment, they don't know where they started.

However, silence is better than sound at this time, and after a while, Han Zijian was still standing opposite Leng Ling'er across the coffee table, looking into her eyes.

"Come have a drink with me," Seeing that Han Zijian refused to sit down, Leng Ling'er stood up expressionlessly, she held two cups in both hands, and then handed one of the cups to Han Zijian.

Reaching out to take the rose-red, beauty-like goblet, Han Zijian lightly touched Leng Ling'er, and stared at the amber liquid shaking in the cup.

Seeing that he was reluctant to enter again, Leng Ling'er coldly urged:

"I'm afraid of having D, or if you don't want to drink with me, then don't force it, anyway, I will never drink this glass of wine alone!"

Han Zijian smiled and said: "It's good to have D, after a cup of belly, you can follow the past with the wind." ”

Seeing Han Zijian's helpless face at the moment, Leng Ling'er finally squeezed out a bitter smile, and after clinking glasses with him again, the two of them raised their heads together and drank it all at the same time.

fluttering around, gently holding Han Zi's sword, and sending him to the circular sofa to sit down, Leng Ling'er did not stick to each other, but went to the side of the song stage alone, and then looked back and said softly:

"I'll give you a dance. ”

"Okay, I've never seen you dance," Han Zijian leaned lazily on the back of the soft sofa, his hands on his shoulders.

"Ling'er doesn't dance lightly, today is a solo dance for you, and you will never dance again for the rest of your life!" Turning his back to Han Zijian, Leng Ling'er took the remote control and turned back after the jade count.

Filling the cup with wine for the two of them, Leng Ling'er raised her glass again and said:

"Accompany me to have another drink of D bar, wait for the number of these two glasses, and then in this water and cloud room, let the white snake who dares to love and hate DJing for me, let the jealous and hateful green snake dance for Ling'er, Xu Xian, the coward who has no interest, just watch the dance from the sidelines!"

"Hehe, okay, I'm a coward, just watch the beauty dance," Han Zijian smiled and clinked glasses with her, and the two drank again.

With a bitter face, after throwing the cup, Leng Ling'er tapped the remote control, and the lights in this luxurious small box changed suddenly, and in the palace-level stereo, an ancient song that Han Zijian had never heard before sounded.

Under the psychedelic colorful light, in the slow rhythm, Leng Ling'er's body fluttered and her long skirt spread out, and she immediately began to dance like a spring breeze blowing willows, and Qianqian's hands and arms began to dance dexterously with her delicate body.

At this moment, the people are beautiful, and the words on the screen are even more desolate:

“… The prosperous end, the dance is exhausted, the love is deep and the leaves are yellow, For the king to re-enact the long hatred fang, the soft intestines are buried, and the twilight rain pours Xiaoxiang,

The original intention has not changed, the loneliness is hesitant, the wind flowers are cold and the moon is bloody, the beauty asks Bo Qinglang angrily, the golden phoenix is lonely, and the Nanfei Road is long?"

This dance of dedication was centered on Han Zijian, staring at his eyes that became more and deeper, Leng Ling'er once again fell deeply in love, and looked at him left and right.

Several sets of soft movements, at the moment Leng Ling'er danced like a cloud, her chic and graceful dance posture is all enthusiasm, every turn of her, every swing, at this moment is a delicate and exquisite pleasing to the eye.

Finally, after a dance, Leng Ling'er was already teary-eyed.

Bitterly returning to Han Zijian's side, putting one hand around his neck, Leng Ling'er did not hesitate to open the proud fetters, and then whispered with her cheeks crimson:

"Zijian, Zijian, I love you, you take Ling'er's ...... now Bar"

"Don't mess around! I'm anxious to see you, I have something very important to tell you!" After glaring at Leng Ling'er, Han Zijian clumsily sorted out the ...... for her.

The flowers have been exhausted, but he is as indifferent as a cold-blooded animal, this time Leng Ling'er was hurt more than just self-esteem!

After standing up angrily, Leng Ling'er looked at Han Zijian coldly and asked, "Have you decided that you don't want me to marry that crazy wild bird?"

Han Zijian replied softly: "Don't talk about her like that, Yun'er is the same as you, she is also the best girl in the world!"

The merciless refusal, the unhesitating protection of each other, coupled with an affectionate nickname, immediately stimulated Leng Ling'er's eyes to burst into anger, she suddenly pulled out a sharp knife more than a foot long from behind, and then pointed at Hanzi Sword indifferently, gritted her teeth and said:

"Since I was a child, even if I want the stars and the moon, my father and brother will do everything to satisfy me, so I have developed a good habit, I can't get good things, others can't think of getting them, if you are so ruthless, then I will kill you immediately!"

Leng Ling'er's words are indeed telling the truth, the gold of this feudal official's family has been deeply favored by her father and brother since she was a child, and if she wants to go to heaven, someone will immediately come to set up a ladder, when did she suffer this kind of grievance.

But at this moment, her words immediately stirred Han Zijian again, and after he lowered his head and poured himself a drink, he said coldly:

"Don't use your evil father and brother to disgust me, if you want to kill me, you can do it!"

Leng Ling'er was stunned for a moment and asked, "Then you tell me the truth, what is your identity now?"

After another drink, Han Zijian replied lightly: "I'll drive a taxi with a stink!"

"I obviously saw you getting out of that high-level police van!" Leng Ling'er asked again.

"You may be mistaken!" Han Zijian was busy arguing about his negligence.

After pulling the obstructive coffee table away ruthlessly, Leng Ling'er used the tip of the blade to gently slash on Hanzijian's chest and said, "This knife is the first time you lied to me!"

This sharp blade was really sharp, and with a slight stroke, after cutting Hanzijian's T-shirt, a trace of blood immediately oozed out.

Gently wiped a few drops of blood with her fingers, and after Leng Ling'er tasted it, she asked indifferently, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts!" Han Zijian replied with a heartless smile.

"Where does it hurt?" Leng Ling'er asked coldly.

Han Zijian was still smiling, pointed to his heart and said, "My heart hurts!"

Sitting on the leg of Hanzi's sword, and pushing the tip of the blade up, Leng Ling'er asked coolly: "The position of the heart, is it here?"

"This is it! If you plunge into it hard, I won't hurt anymore!" Han Zijian grabbed Leng Ling'er's hand and gently sent it in.

"Hanzi Sword, I can't wait to cut you with a thousand knives!!"

Leng Ling'er suddenly erupted, she gritted her teeth and raised the handle of the blade with both hands, and stabbed it fiercely at the third point under the pipa bone on Han Zijian's left shoulder.

This blade, Leng Ling'er was pierced with hatred!

This blade had immediately pierced the Hanzi sword, and the tip of the blade, which was more than thirty centimeters long, had already passed through his back with blood red, and pierced into the leather sofa behind him.

His eyes were closed, Han Zijian just frowned, and after snorting, his face was full of helplessness.

Leng Ling'er was suddenly stupid by her own madness, although before they met, she had made several ruthless vows in her heart that she would ruin him and curse him forever.

But at this moment, when he saw that the handle of the blade was slowly oozing blood, and Leng Ling'er covered her mouth and was shocked by herself, her heart was completely soft.

This is the only love in my life, and the person I love the most, how can I be willing to make him miserable, how can I be willing to make him unhappy!

After a moment of stupid dementia, Rourou threw herself into his arms, Leng Ling'er snuggled up to Han Zijian's right shoulder, and cried in distress.

Speechless at the moment, the martial aura on his body poured directly into Leng Ling'er's heart from his nose and mouth.

The long-accumulated pain of lovesickness, which was full of hatred, seemed to give Leng Ling'er a great temporary relief in an instant.

"Zijian, why do you want to impose the grievances and grievances of the previous generation on us?" Leng Ling'er looked up with tears streaming down her face, she looked at Han Zijian pitifully and asked.

It seems that she knows everything, let her hold it tightly, Han Zijian sighed softly, and said meaningfully:

"Ling'er doesn't cry, let's face the reality together, the fate is deep and shallow, the fate is destined to be scattered, life is very short, the rest of life is not long, no matter what the outcome is, we are grateful for every encounter!"

"Then do you love her? does she really love you? With her, are you happy?" Leng Ling'er asked with tears in her eyes.

Han Zijian didn't gnaw, he looked at the hilt on his left shoulder and nodded slowly.

After pondering sadly for a while, Leng Ling'er finally made up her mind, she cried and said:

"As long as you are happy, I will give you sincere blessings! Since it is a fateful encounter, then leave me a lifetime of good memories. ”

A light blessing could not hide Leng Ling'er's heart-rending pain.

The taste of love, only true love can be experienced, willing to let go, leaving a person alone with a broken heart, this time, she does not regret it.

After gritting her teeth fiercely, Leng Ling'er wanted to draw her blade, but Han Zijian caught her trembling hand: "Stupid, if you pull it out now, don't you immediately have blood gushing!"

Crying silently, Leng Ling'er hurriedly got up and pulled him: "Then let's go to the hospital quickly!"

Han Zijian pulled Leng Ling'er back and said, "Don't worry, I have something important to ask you." ”

"Well, you say," Seeing Han Zijian's serious face, Leng Ling'er wiped her tears again and obediently leaned on his shoulder.

"How much do you know about Leng Pengcheng and Leng Jun?" Han Zijian directly named him.

"I, I, I, have already made some written explanations to Uncle Huang Bo," Leng Ling'er stammered again.

"Then how do you explain that during the work, he deliberately did not pursue the case, and even suppressed the case!" Han Zijian asked seriously.