"If you fall on someone's head downstairs, you're probably murdered. www.biquge.info"A man emerges from the shadow of the corner tower on the terrace.

Huang Mingyue was shocked, she didn't hear the banter in the man's words, and quickly poked her neck out of the balcony and looked down. But a small glass, where can it be seen in the vast night, even the crisp sound of falling to the ground is covered by the hustle and bustle of the city.

"Look at what? It's twenty floors, invisible. The man's voice was unfazed, "Don't worry, even if it really falls on someone's head, it can only be regarded as his bad luck, and this account can't be counted on your head." “

Huang Mingyue stuck her head back stupidly: "I didn't mean it." ”

"Hmph." The man was noncommittal. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and put it in the corner of his mouth, then magically pulled out a lighter. "Smack!" The small flame of the lighter lit up, and the man took a pleasant puff of his cigarette, picked up the cigarette with his slender fingers, and spewed smoke into the night of T City.

Huang Mingyue noticed that this man had a pair of slender eyes, thin lips, and a thin figure. The whole feels like an ancient sword - low-key and restrained, but destined to be unruly and sharp.

The scarlet cigarette butt flickered in the night, and the man took a long puff, snuffed out most of the remaining cigarette on the armrest, and then threw the cigarette butt out very easily.

"You-" Huang Mingyue watched as the white cigarette butt flipped out a parabola in the air and fell straight down.

"Why, if you are allowed to throw a cup down, I am not allowed to throw a cigarette butt down?"

Huang Mingyue choked, and with the remaining three points of alcohol, she stiffened her neck and said, "Who are you, why are you sneakily hiding on the terrace?" ”

A strange sound came from the man's throat, like laughter that had been stifled so hard. He turned his head, looked Huang Mingyue up and down a few times unceremoniously, and said, "I originally wanted to go to the terrace to smoke a cigarette, but I didn't expect to meet the eldest lady and you are very poetic, so I have to hold back my addiction to smoke first and listen to you finish reading this song "Ugly Slave". ”

Huang Mingyue's cheeks were slightly hot, and she temporarily ignored the thick mockery in the man's words.

The man propped his arms on the armrests and arched his entire back in a very relaxed and stretched position.

The night breeze on the twentieth floor blew slowly, slightly puffing up Huang Mingyue's skirt, and also sending the fragrance of tobacco on the man's body to the tip of her nose. In addition to the tobacco fragrance, Huang Mingyue also identified the smell of a men's perfume - Pan Jicheng's favorite perfume of the world's top brand in his previous life, and Huang Mingyue believes that she did not smell wrong.

Who is this?

Huang Mingyue couldn't help but secretly speculate about the identity of this man.

Dressed decently, he was born decently, but he was not gentlemanly in his words and deeds, and even a little vulgar. Huang Mingyue couldn't understand that attending such a charity dinner, even if he was a big man at home, he had to maintain a gentlemanly demeanor.

"If you want to put your heart into Yaoqin, there are few bosom friends, who will listen to the broken strings?"

Huang Mingyue was stunned.

"Have you heard of these two sentences?"

"Nope." Huang Mingyue shook her head, she had never put too much thought into poetry and songs.

The man was silent for a long time and said, "It's a pity. ”

Huang Mingyue didn't know what he was sorry for, whether it was a pity that he couldn't find a soulmate, or a pity that he didn't resonate with her. Huang Mingyue looked at his thin back, and was a little lonely in the night.

Kook!

Huang Mingyue weighed it in her heart, instead of hiding on the balcony and being in the company of this strange person, it was better to sneak into the hall and find a remote corner to stay for a while.

Making up her mind, Huang Mingyue walked a few steps quickly, and just walked to the door of the terrace, suddenly the lights of the entire banquet hall went out with a bang, and there were a few chasing lights circling around the audience. The celebrities who were talking in whispers or drinking light drinks suddenly fell silent and looked at the small stage in unison.

Huang Mingyue was stunned and quickly retracted her footsteps.

The man on the armrest turned his head, his thin lips curled up, his face full of sarcasm.

A flash light turned around Huang Mingyue's feet several times before turning back to the front of the stage. Huang Mingyue noticed that there was a young man standing on the small platform of the banquet hall, wearing a pink shirt and gray vest, and his hair was combed and shiny.

Lu Can is like a fish in water in the media circle of T City, and he is also left and right in the social circle of T City. If it is disrespectful to use beauty to describe a man, Huang Mingyue can't think of anything more suitable for him besides this word.

The beautiful man Lu Can picked up the microphone: "Distinguished guests, welcome to tonight's charity dinner......"

Before he could finish speaking, a thunderous applause drowned out his voice, especially some elderly rich wives, who applauded very vigorously.

Huang Mingyue retreated to the terrace, only then did she remember that she had forgotten the highlight of the charity dinner. It is said that it is a charity dinner, but in the name of charity - these days, if you make money and don't take it out to do charity, it is a pity to walk in the night, but then again, there are also rich people who are sincerely devoted to charity, but in T City is only a rarity.

Huang Mingyue remembered that when she just entered the door, Pan Lizhen took out a thin check from her handbag and stuffed it into the donation box at the door. Huang Mingyue doesn't know how much the amount is, but since Huang's is the largest enterprise in T City, even if he doesn't want to take the lead, it shouldn't be too ugly.

It's a boring game for rich people.

Huang Mingyue leaned on the railing for a long time, if she wasn't embarrassed, she really wanted to leave.

“…… Tonight's most generous gentleman will have the privilege of dancing with Miss Huang Anna, a socialite in the city......" Lu Can's voice was very agitating.

A spotlight found Huang Anna in the crowd, she gently raised her hand and calmly accepted the admiration or jealousy of the surrounding eyes, she was destined to be the focus of the audience tonight. The corners of her mouth curled to the most perfect arc, imagining that Jin Wenlu noticed her in the limelight.

Someone deliberately disrupts or wants to liven up the atmosphere: "How do you know it's a gentleman, but what if it's a lady?" ”

Lu Can paused, and in an instant, a smile brighter than a spring flower bloomed: "If it's a lady, if you don't dislike it, I'm willing to dance with her." ”

"Wow-" The audience was boiling, and the eyes of the rich wife were even more angry, and some people began to secretly regret that they had donated less.

"Hmph, it's vulgar enough!" The man on the terrace turned around at some point, and idly propped up one foot and sneered at the banquet hall.

"How can charity be said to be vulgar?" Huang Mingyue still remembers her identity as the daughter of a wealthy family at this time.

The man's slender eyes narrowed, and his whole body exuded a sense of alienation, and he said indifferently: "I only smell money, and I have nothing to do with charity." ”

"You-"