Huang Mingyue felt like a hunter with little confidence in the shadows, spying on the ferocious prey, silently weighing the odds of winning. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It is a large curved terrace, decorated with European-style colonnades. Leaning against the fence and looking out, it is the colorful night of T City. It was separated from the charity dinner with its clothes and temples only separated by a thin layer of gauze curtains.

After Huang Mingyue came out of the bathroom, she silently followed the wall and found such a good place. You don't have to deal with those annoying interactions, you don't have to worry about exposing yourself in front of someone all the time, and you don't have to endure your inner disgust and someone's hypocrisy. Moreover, through the thin gauze curtain blown by the wind, she could observe everyone she wanted to approach unscrupulously.

Huang Mingyue hid in the corner of the terrace, holding a sweet cocktail, watching all kinds of people performing on the glitzy stage of T City.

The cool breeze was like water, gently lifting the thin layer of gauze curtains.

Huang Mingyue saw Pan Jicheng wearing a slim white shirt, casually loosening the two buttons at the neckline, and was holding a wine glass to talk and laugh at a woman in full costume. The woman was facing away from the terrace, her chest-length gown revealing a large snow-white tight back, and the expression on her face could not be seen clearly. But Huang Mingyue could see from the posture of her body that she must be smiling like a flower, and she was captured by the suave Pan Da Shao in front of her.

Huang Mingyue smiled and took a shallow sip of the cocktail, the sweet liquor slid into her throat, making her seem to have regained the feeling of the eldest lady of the Huang family.

Pan Jicheng never stops for a woman. At that time, how could I be so naïve, how could I be so confident, and I was sure that Pan Jicheng, a young man, could cultivate himself and love one person from now on? If it weren't for the added benefits he wanted from her, she would have been his bed for the night. Accompany.

Accepting the prodigal son who lingers in the flowers is probably an unrealistic secret fantasy for most women.

Huang Mingyue narrowed her eyes slightly. Pan Jicheng raised a glass to the woman in the chest-length dress in a chic manner, and the kind of yuppie temperament was like **, although many women resisted on the surface, they couldn't help but indulge in it.

Huang Mingyue stared at Pan Jicheng without emotion for a long time, maybe he was a shortcut for her to enter the Huang family. Just like Zhang Yunxi said, if Pan Jicheng wants to stand tall in the Huang family, he can only rack his efforts to catch up with her, a half-pulled daughter.

Huang Mingyue took another sip of wine, letting the smooth liquor slowly swirl in her mouth.

Pan Jicheng wants to pursue her.

Huang Mingyue decided to give him this opportunity. The bad fate between him and her is probably a fate, but compared with the previous life, it is time for the two of them to change roles. She has been a mouse for half her life, and this time it is her turn to be a cat, and she will play a game of cat and mouse with him, and return all the money he gave her back then.

Huang Mingyue took her eyes off Pan Jicheng and hurriedly searched for Liu Bo'an's figure in the audience.

Didn't see that unsmiling poker face.

Huang Mingyue felt a little strange, as the administrative secretary, Liu Bo'an should not be away from Huang Yiqing at such a major dinner, so he also had to escort Mingchuan.

For Huang Mingyue, Liu Bo'an's origin is a mystery, and even for the people in the Huang headquarters, it is a mystery that is becoming more and more chaotic.

Ordinary appearance, ordinary university background, ordinary background - if you want to find someone stronger than Liu Boan in the Huang family, it is a big deal. However, only Liu Boan has stayed by Huang Yiqing's side since he graduated, and he has risen steadily all the way to the position of the chairman and administrative secretary.

Huang Mingyue couldn't help frowning. In her previous life, she didn't have much contact with Liu Bo'an, and even if she later participated in the operation of the company, she didn't interfere with him with the well water.

Liu Bo'an's deepest impression is that in addition to that poker face, it is surprisingly efficient.

However, Huang Mingyue felt that Liu Boan would not be such a simple person. With Huang Yiqing's discerning eye, he should not only value a robot with a meticulous brain and first-class action.

Liu Boan is a mystery, and Huang Mingyue wants to solve this mystery. She vaguely felt that Liu Bo'an was a friend and not an enemy, at least neutral - as for how this perception came about, Huang Mingyue attributed it to a woman's sixth sense.

So how to get close to Liu Bo'an?

That's a problem.

Huang Mingyue lowered her head, her white dress, Rao was still faint in the dark. She looked at the stains of orange juice that had dried up on the hem of her skirt, but a sense of right and wrong suddenly surged in her heart.

Goodbye in the next life, she would rather Jin Wenlu be politely estranged from her than face the light in his eyes that was mixed with shock and ecstasy. In her previous life, she had so many unbearable things with him, even if she was in love in this life, she could never go back.

The kind of risking everything to pursue someone is probably going to take too much effort in her life, and she has lost this ability.

Huang Mingyue's eyes lingered in the venue, and she didn't see Jin Wenlu's figure, but saw Wang Juncheng standing in the middle of a group of men, talking and pointing out the country. Maybe Wang Juncheng's aura is too strong, or maybe he once showed cowardice in front of her, Huang Mingyue always feels a little lacking in confidence even if she changes her identity and sees this strong woman again.

I don't know when I'll be able to cultivate like her.

Jin Wenlu is not like her, she should be like his father who has never met in a high position...... Stop! Stop! Huang Mingyue hurriedly cut off the association about Jin Wenlu in her mind.

She just owed him an explanation - nothing more.

Huang Mingyue tilted her neck and drank the cocktail in her hand. Although it was a sweet wine, she hadn't been exposed to alcohol for a long time, and she was slightly drunk. But this drunkenness was just right, just like the wind of early autumn blowing unhurriedly on her body at this time, making her feel very comfortable.

"The young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, he falls in love with the floor, he falls in love with the floor, and he is worried about the new words. Now I know all the sorrows, I want to say that I will rest, I want to say that I will rest, but I will say that the weather is cool and autumn! ”

Huang Mingyue was slightly drunk and gently recited this poem. She has never been a sad person, but she just remembered this poem, and it just happened to be the occasion.

"Ahh

"Xin Jiaxuan's word is a good word, but it is a little tasteless when you pronounce it." In the other corner tower of the terrace, a man's voice suddenly sounded.

Huang Mingyue was taken aback by surprise, and half of her wine suddenly disappeared.

"Who? Who is hiding there? ”

In a panic, the wine glass on the armrest was swept away by her hand, and it fell straight down to the twenty-story building.