For the operation of Las Vera Casino, Hua Ting learned quickly and got started quickly, not only did he learn the business skills, but even Bai Qihong's shrewdness and resoluteness and resolute attitude seemed to be involved.

Bai Qihong sat in the hall on the first floor of the Bai Mansion and listened to the report of the casino manager Ah Yao, remembering Hua Ting's stubborn temper that seemed to him seven points, always squinting a pair of elite eyes, and nodding with satisfaction.

This willful, arrogant and wild daughter seems to have become a lot more sensible this year!

But Mrs. Bai became more and more sad, saying that since her daughter got married, the atmosphere in the entire Bai Mansion seemed too lonely and empty; Sometimes, she knew that Bai Qihong went to Paramount to find that woman, but she couldn't do anything, and the number of times she stayed alone in the empty room and accompanied by coffee at night increased repeatedly, and she really didn't even have a person who could talk to her.

Bai Qihong's temperament Mrs. Bai knows what he wants, the more you reject him, the more concerned he will be, especially when it comes to feelings.

Therefore, even Zhao Yiran's apology and refusal could not soothe the panic in her heart.

Hua Ting, sitting in the splendid casino hall at the moment, was playing pai gow on the table with Lu Jinnian and several well-known middle-aged tycoons in the French Concession of Shanghai.

The smell of smoke in the hall was a little heavy, she put her arms on the back of the chair, rubbed her thumb on her temples, and swept her slightly closed eyes with her long bangs.

She was wrapped in a long cashmere coat, well-cut to wrap her thin shoulders, slender waist, and a pair of black sheepskin boots on her legs, revealing a strange charm in her chic; Shoji Fujita, who had just stepped into the door of the casino, was immediately attracted by her.

He sat down slowly, holding a dark brown cigar in his hand and putting the military hat on his head, then flipped the pai gow in his hand, raised his head, pretended to look at Hua Ting, his eyes swept back and forth on her chest, and chuckled: "Miss Bai, oh no, Mrs. Jane, please play the cards." ”

Hua Ting raised an eyebrow and glanced at him, the smell of smoke had become stronger since he sat down, and her index finger was bent against the tip of her nose.

Fujita seemed to be amused by her reaction, and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke from his mouth, and his tone was lonely: "Please play your cards, Lady Jane." ”

Hua Ting felt that his nose was a little itchy, frowned and rubbed it, and sneezed lightly, and as soon as he played the card, he won completely.

Looking at the face on the other side wrapped in mist, Hua Ting secretly thought, don't blame Lao Tzu for being polite, you continue to smoke the cigarette! See how long you can draw, and Lao Tzu will win you!

After an hour, he really won the chips on Fujita Shoji's chest.

He was not angry, although he kept losing, there was no impetuousness and anger between his eyebrows and eyes, but a pair of squinting eyes looked at Hua Ting and also had a bit of heartfelt appreciation.

"Do you want to continue?" Hua Tingyou said leisurely.

At this time, Ah Yao, the manager behind her, leaned down slightly and said something in her ear.

Hua Ting got up and wrapped his coat, "I lost my company beforehand." He raised his feet and walked towards the hall door.

There was a black car from the White Mansion parked outside the hall, and in the car, Mrs. Bai rolled down the window and beckoned to her, with a lonely and melancholy smile on her lips, and she saw some clues at a glance.

"What's wrong? Get up on the wrong side of the bed? Hua Ting's cat got into the back seat of the car and took off his coat.

"It's boring," seeing Hua Ting, Mrs. Bai's smiling eyes were covered with a layer of warmth, "I knew you were in the casino, so I came here to find you, and I wanted to talk to you." Madame Bai took her hand and put it in her palm, "How is Jian Yi treating you?" As he spoke, he pinched a small lump of meat on her palm that was slightly raised, and answered for her, "It looks good, I'm fat." ”

This little flower listened to the answer is true: "Jane also treats me very well, and she can cook!" ”

"Then I'm relieved, but ......" Madame Bai frowned slightly, "It is said that Madame Jane doesn't like you very much, and after you got married, she didn't embarrass you, right?" ”

"I rarely even meet her, how can she embarrass me, besides, with my personality, can she bully me?" After hearing this, Hua smiled, leaned over and shouted to the driver in front of her, "Turn left ahead and go to Paramount Gate." ”

"Hua Ting, what are you doing at Paramount?"

"Don't you want to go?" Hua Ting tilted her neck, her eyes flashed, "I don't know you yet!" ”

In mid-March, the New Year's atmosphere has not completely dissipated, and the exterior of Paramount is lit up with neon lights, and the newly decorated appearance is even more magnificent and magnificent. In the past, piles of rickshaws in front of the gate were cleared, and outside the Paramount gate, children were noisily vying for the Western cream cake delivered by the steward.

The hall sang and danced lightly, the heating was full of heat, the foreign clock just struck three times, the stage lights suddenly dimmed, the banquet was silent, the piano sound like flowing water sounded all around, and suddenly a cold light chased in the dark, Zhao Yiran stood in the center of the stage, looking forward to the brilliance.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Hua Ting pulled Mrs. Bai to a corner and sat down, and when she glanced a little, she saw that Cai Bingrong's seat was still sitting with a cold expression but a little warmth.

He really came to Paramount as soon as he was free, and although Mrs. Bai had been mentally prepared, she still instantly dimmed a pair of gentle eyes after witnessing it with her own eyes.

Listening to the whispered conversation of several men during the banquet, today seems to be Zhao Yiran's birthday, so several shareholders of Paramount specially arranged the atmosphere of today's ballroom to be romantic, warm and mysterious, and also enthusiastically distributed the surplus Western-style pastries to some poor children outside Paramount.

Because of Zhao Yiran's birthday, tonight's Paramount is filled with a harmonious and peaceful atmosphere.

During the banquet, celebrities from all walks of life laughed and laughed, and Zhao Yiran's birthday seemed to have become a grand event; Being able to hold his birthday so arrogantly and lively in troubled times shows that Zhao Yiran's status in Paramount is of great importance that cannot be underestimated.

Zhao Yiran is singing Bai Qihong's favorite "Zhuang Sheng Butterfly" in "The Palace of Eternal Life", and the lyrics tell the story of Yang Yuhuan's rebirth after the death of Ma Weipo, the cold bones were reborn, the soul traveled again, and the story of recalling the old and looking for Tao Lingmeng. Now that I read it, every word is the emotion of Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng.

After the song, the lights came on again, and Bai Qihong was the first to applaud.

"Thank you to everyone present for coming to my birthday dinner today......" Zhao Yiran's voice fluttered out of the microphone.

Hua listened to a "groan" in her heart, and she suddenly recalled that her grandfather would take her grandmother's cheongsam to a century-old teahouse on Huaihai Road to celebrate her birthday on March 14 every year (that is, later White Day).

And Zhao Yiran's birthday also happened to be on March 14 this year.

But her grandmother is not surnamed Zhao, and her grandfather is not surnamed Jian, but things are always so coincidental, you say, is this sarcastic about her? I've been in old Shanghai for so long, and I can't even find any clues about my grandfather, let alone go back.

Without waiting for Zhao Yiran to step down, the lights in the dance hall suddenly went out.

Everyone in the audience speculated whether the atmosphere of the scene was a surprise specially arranged by the protagonist today or when it was time to sing the happy birthday song?

A cold light fell again, but this time it was not on the stage, but in the center of the dance hall, impartially shining on Bai Qihong, who was dressed in a plain robe. At this time, the lighting engineer tacitly shone another beam of cold light on the head of Zhao Yiran, who was still standing on the stage.

Zhao Yiran looked surprised, obviously this mood was not her design, but the man under the stage.

He knelt down on one knee, holding a beautifully packaged square gift box in his hand, and Hua Ting could guess what he was going to do in the next second.

Bai Qihong opened the lid of the gift box slightly with his right hand, and the diamond ring in the center of the gift box was faintly visible under the reflection of the cold light above his head, which was eye-catching.

Its carat amount is no less than that of the one worn on the ring finger.

"Yiran, marry me." He said.

Madame Bai shuddered, and with a "snap", the wine glass fell to the ground and shattered.

Hua laughed when he heard it, this old man who is over half a hundred years old still wants to make a romantic proposal? Did he take Madame White seriously?