CHAPTER XXXVI
Today, the light of Paramount is very dim, and only a few ambiguous crystal lamps are lit on the ground, reflecting the most popular and magnificent scene at the moment, so that Paramount has a unique drunken gold fan in the night of the whole Shanghai Tang.
Hua Ting ordered two glasses of champagne on the elegant seat in the corner, thinking that the plan could not be carried out smoothly, and she did not plan to sit for a long time, so she would leave after drinking.
She and Jian Maosheng are not very familiar with each other, just like the relationship between Jian Yi and Bai Qihong, with alienation in politeness, and she can't call out the "Dad"; Basically, in public, the distance between Hua Ting and Jian Maosheng is only as long as Cheng dΓΉ who nods and greets, and the two sides tacitly keep their distance and do not interfere with each other, which is the best way to get along.
The singing voice of the dancers on the stage is not attractive at all, but her appearance is beautiful and beautiful, and she looks only twenty-one or twelve years old. But he entered such a place where dragons and snakes were mixed, and learned the rules of survival early.
She suddenly missed her grandmother Zhao Yiran, and was surprised to find that she was still not used to calling her Cheng Jinling.
The tassels on the crimson curtain are gently swept over, and the ornate chandelier above it is adorned with intricate crystal carvings, which are inlaid with valuable rubies carved into the shape of candlesticks. Hua Ting seemed to see the delicate appearance of Zhao Yiran, who was peerless in style, standing in the center of the stage and holding the microphone lightly, and a smile hung on his lips.
Usually the episodes of TV dramas are not all about the protagonist and his relatives recognizing each other, and both parties are so excited that they are incoherent and even in tears, how can they be as stupid and dull as themselves, and they don't even have time to call out a "grandpa".
After drinking the champagne liquid in the glass, Hua Ting was about to get up and leave, but her wrist was grabbed by a slender palm with red nail polish.
Hua Ting was stunned for a moment, "Mrs. Jane? β
"I knew that you woman lived a disorderly life, and she actually went to Paramount to drink in the middle of the night!" Madame Jane tried to pull her out of her chair with all her might, "Go!" Follow me to see Jian Yi! I'm going to call Jane to leave you now! β
Hua Ting could not follow her wishes, and withdrew her wrist with some force, and even Madame Jane's body staggered a few steps in the direction of her heels.
Mrs. Jane was furious: "I knew that you were not a simple woman, I didn't believe it when you danced with a strange man in Paramount Gate, but today you can be regarded as caught by me!" Mrs. Jane said as she reached out to pull her, "Go!" Follow me to see Jian Yi! I have to tell my son to divorce you! β
Mrs. Jane was indeed the same as the shrew on the street, the wife of the chief of the government's internal affairs, and she was so foolish about the occasion that several tables of guests around her looked at her as if they were watching a good show.
In order to avoid the magic grasp wielded by Madame Jane, Hua Ting stood up and avoided the vacant seat behind her, and her eyes were aimed at Jian Maosheng on the opposite side who was standing up from his seat with a black face.
"Do you even know who you are? You are now the daughter-in-law of our Jane family, and you come to Paramount to drink in the middle of the night, what are you not a ghost in your heart? Although Mrs. Jian was annoyed, she also knew how to control the volume, and as soon as she stretched out her hand, she was about to grab Hua Ting's arm, but she was unexpectedly pinned by Jian Maosheng behind her.
Jian Maosheng had the same good face as Bai Qihong, and without saying a word, he pulled Mrs. Jian and walked out of the hall door.
The atmosphere of the scene was affected by Mrs. Jane, but it became a little subtle, it seemed that someone whispered about Jian Maosheng, including his son Jian Yi, who was nothing more than carrying the title of a traitor, and unceremoniously buckled this title on the head of the daughter-in-law of the Bai family who had just passed the door.
Hua Ting rolled her eyes at the ceiling, only to think that the scene just now could be said to be funny and ridiculous.
She sat down in her seat and picked up a few goblets, only to find that the champagne was gone.
Just as she wanted to ask the waiter to give her a bottle of strong whiskey, she thought about it again, got up and walked towards Chen Shu.
"Mind letting me have a drink?" Although he said to Chen Shu, without waiting for him to answer, Hua Ting sat down by himself, and poured the remaining half bottle of whiskey on the table into the empty glass.
Chen Shu was a little surprised, but he looked at her series of movements calmly and was silent.
Hua Ting just drank, didn't speak, and watched the woman on the stage gently hold the microphone, and an old Chinese opera came out of the Western stereo, which was quite funny, and she couldn't hold it for a while and laughed.
When Chen Shu heard her laughter, he looked up at her, and a spring breeze seemed to hit her in his eyes, "Listen," he finally spoke, "I think you've changed." β
Hua Ting tilted her head to look at him, the smile just now had not completely dissipated from her eyes, "Changed?" Did you mean that the moment I killed your 5 brothers began? β
Chen Shu didn't speak, which was equivalent to acquiescence.
"What's so strange?" She chuckled, "Am I not like you?" It's just changing with the times. β
Hearing this, he was silent for a long time, and then suddenly he smiled.
Chen Shu was originally cold, and he didn't like to laugh much, in Hua Ting's consciousness, Chen Shu shouldn't have laughed, but he forgot that he was so warm and beautiful when he smiled.
She was fascinated for a moment, the smile on her face froze on her lips, and she forgot to take it back.
Chen Shu raised the cup first, Hua Ting's reaction was half a beat slower, and then he also picked up a few cups.
I suddenly felt a deep sense of loneliness in him, and his slender figure was hidden in the lonely light blue beam, and there was a silence where everything had nothing to do with him.
After finishing this cup, seeing that Jian Maosheng had no intention of coming back, Hua Ting thought about carrying out the plan, so he asked, "Dance with me?" β
Hua Ting guessed that Chen Shu would not refuse, so she was completely sure.
The tune was soothing, and the dance steps of the two were also on the gentle beat, Hua Ting's eyes narrowed slightly, and her eyes restlessly looked at the position of the left chest of his well-textured navy blue brocade robe, and countless means of seizure flashed in her mind, but none of them were what she wanted to do.
"What are you thinking?" Chen Shu's low tone carried half the aroma of wine, bypassing the tip of her upturned and stubborn nose.
"Think about your reaction that day." Her movements were casual and lazy, but she had an indescribable flirtatiousness, but there was nothing in her eyes.
"That day?" He seemed to be thinking.
"That **** killed your 5 brothers in front of you," Hua Ting gently rested his chin on his shoulder, "but you are more indifferent than a cement Buddha statue." β
Hua Ting didn't see his expression, only heard him seem to laugh softly, "It's nothing with just 5 subordinates." β
"Really?" Hua Ting intentionally or unintentionally pressed the corners of his lips to his ear, and exhaled slightly, arousing his layers of tremors, "It is worthy of being the leader of the Chen gang." β
"Lady Jane dances with me in public, and is not afraid of being gossiped about?" Chen Shu has learned to be sarcastic.
Hua Ting chuckled: "What is dancing?" I'm not afraid to ...... with you," the soft voice went straight into his cochlea.
Chen Shu shuddered slightly.
She slowly led his pace all the way to a place in the corner of the hall where the lights could not be turned on, which was extremely dark and ambiguous.
Hua Tingxing's eyes narrowed, and she looked at him for a long time, and the hand on his chest teasingly hooked the neckline of his brocade robe.
Although Chen Shu felt strange about Hua Ting's initiative, he was more controlled by emotion ** willpower, he rolled his Adam's apple, but he didn't dare to act rashly.
Hua Ting raised his chin slightly, and his slightly cool lips swept at the corners of his mouth.
Chen Shu trembled, he looked at the pair of eyebrows and eyes in front of him fixedly, as if covered by the hazy landscape, more and more moving, every inch of the heart is hot.
He kissed her passionately.
Huating's eyelids fluttered, and now feeling his kiss was not as enjoyable as before, and even less sensual throbbing, what flashed in front of her was the sandwich that Jane had made for her in the early morning and a bowl of nourishing soup after dinner.
How is it so heartwarming.
But she didn't stop moving, and while she warmly greeted him, she gently probed her fingers into the left breast pocket of the navy blue brocade robe in front of her.
Her fingertips touched the rough texture of a corner of parchment, her eyebrows jumped, and she tried to snatch it out lightly with two fingers, but she was held firmly by one of Chen Shu's warm palms.
Hua Ting opened his eyes in shock.
Chen Shu looked into her eyes and seemed to be smiling, "I know what you want." β
The mood in Hua Ting's eyes was pierced fiercely, "What do I want?" β
Chen Shu gently let go of her hand, took out the yellowed kraft paper from her left breast pocket, and the gentle smile taught her to sore her knuckles.
"Isn't that what you're for?"
He had also asked himself more than once what he really liked about her. Is it the clear eyes on her face? Or these ruthless thin lips? Or is it the stubborn demeanor dyed on the tip of this eyebrow?
"You knew it early in the morning?" Hua Ting's hand on his chest pressed lightly, separated him, and raised an eyebrow in question.
"Just now."
"Just now?"
This originally clear and lovely charm was replaced by a condensed and resolute eyebrow, which was chilling.
"Because I like you," Chen Shu looked at her deeply, the corners of his mouth full of calmness, "so I know all your reactions, whether they are true or false." β
Hana laughed, "Really? After all, she still overestimated herself.
Chen Shu no longer spoke, but stuffed the worn-out parchment in his hand into her palm, and there was only a warm and shallow smile left in her eyebrows, "You can take this thing." (To be continued.) )