In the Bai Mansion, Madame Bai was curled up alone in the corner of the sofa, her half-length hair was combed obediently behind her head, and through the reflection of the light, she could clearly see that her temples had grown a few strands of hair prematurely. Why is she so suffering? Isn't it that Bai Qihong has rarely cared about her or paid attention to her in the past few months, why did he give birth to a strong aura like a resentful woman in the deep palace from her?

Madame Bai has lost her weight in the past few months, and her back is haggard, and she does not look energetic at all; I don't talk much, I always drink coffee in small sips, I drag the cup and plate in my left hand, and the tail finger of my right hand is bent against the lower edge of the cup.

Hua Ting was about to go upstairs, but suddenly a self-confessed roar came from the study on the second floor: "I'll put my words here today!" Do you want to listen or not! I advise you to take care of this matter in the future! ”

Hua Ting was surprised: "What's wrong?" Who's upstairs? ”

Madame Bai's hand holding the coffee trembled slightly, as if she could not bear the weight of even a small cup of coffee.

Until the hoarse voice sounded: "I'll just ask you, Qihong, did you kill Cai Bingrong?" ”

"Uncle Chen?"

Madame Bai took a sip of her coffee and nodded slightly.

She couldn't hear Bai Qihong's voice clearly, but she only heard Chen Hanlin say later: "The brotherhood between you and me for many years will end here." ”

After a brief silence, Chen Huanlin walked down the stairs alone, the mahogany civilization staff in his hand making a regular and dull sound on the floor; He stepped down the last staircase, his eyes slowly swept over Hua Ting's face, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he hesitated, and after all, he didn't say anything, and walked straight towards the door of the hall.

Hua Ting turned around, looked at Chen Huanlin's back outside the hall door, and suddenly felt some emotion in his heart, how many people are lost in the pursuit of money, fame, status and vanity? And how much friendship is buried under power? The four tycoons of Shanghai Tang in the past are the best examples.

Today's four tycoons in Shanghai are dead and separated, and they are so divided that they have long lost the love of the past, and they each live in their own huge circle of interests, touting each other and using each other.

Isn't that interesting? Hua Ting rolled her eyes and went upstairs to sleep.

It turned out that there was a reason for Madame Bai's recent loss of soul, but she was used to bearing it alone, so she just held back and refused to speak; Until one night, Mrs. Bai at the dinner table held a pair of jade chopsticks for a long time, but the grains of rice were not exhausted, and finally she couldn't hold back and said: "Hua Ting, will you accompany me to Paramount Gate?" ”

Hua Ting suspected that she had misheard, "What did you say?" ”

Madame Bai looked restless and repeated what she had just said, "Come with me to Paramount." ”

"What are you doing there?" Hua Ting already knew the answer when he asked this sentence.

It's just that what surprised her even more was the sentence that Mrs. Bai said later: "I heard that your father wants to ...... I want to marry that Zhao Yiran. ”

"What!?"

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As soon as I stepped into the gate of Paramount, I heard a few sweet and greasy voices calling softly the men in suits who came in with the flowers to listen to the "boss", the voice was like a yellow oriole crying, and with the usual seduction, I was afraid that the men would be drunk when they heard it.

Fortunately, Zhao Yiran is not like this.

Hua Ting has not entered Paramount for a long time, it is still a popular Fengyue venue, celebrities from all walks of life dance to the beat of the music extremely happy, just like the name Paramount, its homonym is paramount, which means better than the other qiē, supreme, happiness should be so, you should be so.

Mrs. Bai chose a private seat in the most corner, first, for fear of attracting attention, and secondly, for fear of being bumped into by Bai Qihong.

However, not long after they were seated, Bai Qihong really stepped into the Paramount Hall as Madame Bai expected.

Madame Bai was so nervous that she clenched the leather bag in her hand at the moment.

Bai Qihong sat down in the original position of Cai Bingrong, his eyebrows were faint and expressionless. He was dressed in a dark cyan robe, with no patterns on it, and only the thumb of his right hand wore a green jade wrench at some point, which collided with the celadon teacup in his hand with a crisp sound.

Bai Qihong really came to Paramount as soon as he was free, and after this was confirmed by two pairs of eyes at this moment, Madame Bai's expression immediately dimmed.

A few minutes later, the dance music ended, and soft and soothing music sounded on the stage, and Zhao Yiran, who was wearing a bright red tunic dress, slowly stepped out of the corner of the stage; Yuan Dai eyebrows, peach blossom eyes, two shallow smiles on her cheeks, a smile and a charming flower.

Since her appearance, Madame Bai's gaze has stayed on her face and never left.

The saxophone dance music is beautiful, the stage is full of flowers, Zhao Yiran sings in a variety of styles, the song is still low and long, every word in the song seems to be with honey, beautiful! Hua Ting took a bite of the fresh melons and fruits on the table, as comfortable as watching a concert.

And when she finished singing, Bai Qihong in the audience stood up like an excited little fan and took the lead in applauding.

When the people around saw that Bai Qihong began to applaud, they also applauded vigorously, and the audience applauded like thunder in an instant.

Madame Bai frowned and squeezed the leather bag in her hand even tighter.

Since you care so much? Why don't you be brave enough to say no to Bai Qihong?

According to the usual human routine, the first person to toast after Zhao Yiran stepped down was Bai Qihong, and she had heard a lot about what happened on the beach recently, so she looked at Bai Qihong's eyes a little more detached and polite than before.

Zhao Yiran raised his glass lightly, with a strong smile on his face, "Mr. Xie Bai is on the scene." "The corners of the eyebrows and the tips of the eyes are dazzling.

The corner of Bai Qihong's mouth smiled kindly, "You don't have to be polite. ”

Zhao Yiran only drank half a cup, then raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck, and smiled a little lazily: "I feel a little tired today, I won't sing later, and I will go back after finishing this cup with you." ”

Zhao Yiran made a gesture to toast, but Bai Qihong didn't answer.

"Yiran, the incident I told you last time ......" Bai Qihong has always been vigorous and resolute in speaking and doing things, and rarely has been so indecisive as now.

He, a big guy who came out of the underworld, is fierce, fierce, bold and casual, and holds half of the business community in Shanghai, but in front of Zhao Yiran, he is elegant.

"What are you thinking about?" Bai Qihong's eyes seemed to be burning with a flame of hope.

Zhao Yiran closed the corners of his mouth, and generously admitted: "I'm sorry Mr. Bai, Yiran already has a heart." ”

Bai Qihong was not angry, but looked at her with a smile, his eyes were obscure, "Is it the Chinese inspector general?" "Knowingly asked.

Zhao Yiran brushed his hair and said nothing with a smile.

Hua Ting guessed that Bai Qihong proposed to Zhao Yiran a few days ago, thinking that he could get an expected satisfactory answer today, but he didn't expect to be rejected.

Mrs. Bai frowned, but she couldn't hide the excitement in her voice: "I really heard it right, Qihong is ...... now As long as the woman nodded, he was willing to die. ”

"Men, what you can't get is always in turmoil." Hua Ting was almost about to sing this last sentence, she took Mrs. Bai's hand and comforted, "Don't worry, Zhao Yiran has a heart, it is impossible for her to marry Bai ...... Daddy's. ”

Madame Bai stopped talking, thinking that she felt a little more comfortable after hearing Hua Ting's words.

In front of the dance floor, there was a soft dance, fragrant sideburns, and gorgeous and disturbing music, and Hua Ting shook Mrs. Bai's hand and said, "Do you want to dance?" ”

"Dancing? Not ......"

Without waiting for Madame Bai to refuse, Hua Ting pulled her to the center of the dance floor, and was drowning in the surging crowd.

Madame Bai was in a depressed mood, but she didn't follow the tune of the dance music at all, and she was dragged to jump in the crowd, and she was unexpectedly amused, and taught Huating to dance in style.

In fact, Mrs. Bai's artistic talent is amazing, she can do anything disco, tango, and bungee forks, but after following Bai Qihong, she put away this lively and somewhat little wild cat temperament.

Madame White is just a little woman who can give up a qiē for love.

She should have married a man who knew her and knew her, but she chose to marry a cold-blooded and ruthless gangster.

Hua Ting watched from time to time in the dancing room to observe the state of the crowd.

Although Bai Qihong was angry, he endured it, it was not good to attack in front of Zhao Yiran, but those slightly narrowed eyes made Hua Ting feel a familiar and dangerous signal; This cold-blooded and ruthless man didn't even blink his eyes when he killed Cai Bingrong at the dock that day, let alone the inspector......

He will stop at nothing to get anything he wants, including love.

Hua Ting was thinking about finding an opportunity to remind Zhao Yiran later, but her shoulder was gravitationally pulled from behind, she turned her head, and for a moment, she thought it would be Chen Shu who raised a smile at her under the brilliant light, but it was Jian Yi's magnified smile that jumped into the depths of her pupils.

"Sister Hua is lucky enough to come and dance today?"

"yes."

Hua Ting's eyes were full of brilliance, and Jian also saw it, but she didn't care and greeted Madame Bai politely.

"I'm tired of jumping and go to my table." Jane leaned close to her ear and said.

"Your table?"

"Well," Jane pointed in one direction, "there's enough for you to eat." ”

Hua Ting looked in the direction of his finger, and there were two Japanese officials in grass green military uniforms, "What?" At that moment, he frowned and said in disgust: "When you are a traitor, you don't have to pull me along!" ”

"Go and say hello," Jane leaned over with a hippie smile, "and say it's my future lady." The lips pecked lightly on her cheek with lightning speed.

Annoyed, and was about to punch him, the kid shrewdly took two steps back and raised a wicked smile at her as a victor.

At this time, the dance music was interrupted, everyone's dance steps stopped at an awkward beat, and before the crowd could complain, a sharp and somewhat old-fashioned mezzo-soprano sounded on the stage, "Ahem! Sorry guys! Excuse me! She took the microphone and shouted hard to the enthusiastic men and women in the center of the dance floor, "Since Zhao Yiran is unwell tonight, in the next time, we will be more free and casual, no matter who is in the audience, as long as they are enthusiastic about the song, they can sing on stage!" ”

As soon as the woman on the stage finished saying this, Hua Ting's arm was grabbed by Jian Yi and held up in the air.

Before Hua Ting could react, the voice of the woman on the stage sounded again, "Then! First to raise your hand, please come on stage! ”