When she came out, Jane was no longer there, and Hua Ting's interest in singing was completely gone; She returned to her seat, drank the two glasses of champagne she had left, took the coat from the waiter's hand, and walked slowly out of Paramount Gate.

The black Buick sedan had long been parked at the Paramount gate.

The small mansion where she and Jian Yi live is in the French Concession in Xuhui District, less than 20 minutes away from Paramount Gate.

A small two-story western-style building, with neatly manicured lawns, cream-white whitewashed walls, dark green glass doors and windows, pointed red tile roofs, and a few electric lights with brown glass covers hanging from the eaves, are all fashionable Western styles, but in her eyes, they have been directly reduced to old-fashioned specifications.

When Hua Ting jumped out of the car, she looked up and saw a yellowish light on the dresser in the bedroom on the second floor of the small mansion, and knew that Jian Yi had arrived home one step ahead of her.

But why didn't this guy say he wanted to go back with her? It's not normal.

When I entered the back room, I smelled something was wrong, it was a light woman's fragrance.

Hua Ting's footsteps in the stairwell, as usual, stepped loudly to the bedroom on the east side of the second floor.

The bedroom door was ajar, and there was no movement in it, and Hua Ting's heart beat faster for no reason, and the steps under her feet were gradually approaching the dark brown carved wooden door with the rapid heartbeat.

It was Shi Yinai, who was only wearing a Western-style skirt, the dark purple skirt wrapped around her beautiful figure, sinking into the warm cashmere cushion on the ground, and the buttons on her chest were tied very neatly, covering her collarbone. It's just that there is a large scenery behind him, and the hollow backless outfit exposes the white and lubricated back like mutton fat jade, and you can clearly see the beautifully shaped butterfly bones and the alluring dorsal socket that extends all the way.

Hua Ting bumped into this scene as soon as she entered the door, Jian Yi sat slightly sideways, holding a pair of tweezers and alcohol cotton in her hand, and leaned over slightly to wipe a blood-colored scar on her back for Shi Yinai, who was half-lying on the edge of the bed.

Hua Ting's reaction was not as enthusiastic as usual, but the corner of his eye looked at Jian Yi's careful and coherent movements, and he raised his eyebrows with a smile and said, "What?" Lao Jiang taught you to be a doctor? ”

"Well," Jian Yi didn't dare to relax the movements of his hand, and replied without raising his head, "This medical kit was given by him." ”

A smile froze in Hua Ting's eyes, her lips hooked, and she said in a slow tone: "Are you going to change your career to become a doctor?" "If I looked closely at the right shoulder blade on this back, there was a small circular wound, and the surrounding skin was dark red burns, apparently a gunshot wound.

Shi Yinai half-leaned on the edge of the bed, and with a slight movement of her head, a handful of hair fell, and Jian Yi reached out to gently pull the handful of hair to the side, and her fingertips just brushed her wound, and immediately asked, "It hurts, right?" ”

"Okay." Shi Yinai's tone was calm, and he couldn't hear a trace of waves.

Hua Ting somehow rolled her eyes.

Shi Yinai's situation is not strict, the gun is hit in the shoulder, there is not much danger to life, as long as the bleeding is stopped in time, it is still far from death.

"Sister Hua, did you just have a good time dancing at Paramount again?" Jane also begins to put on bandages for Shi Yin.

Looking at his skillful and coherent movements, Hua Ting couldn't help but sneer: "I'm not as happy as you!" ”

"Sister Hua, introduce to you," Jian Yi took the time to look back at her, "Her name is Shi Yinai." ”

"Who doesn't know that her name is Shi Yinai?" Huge white eyes.

"My female partner."

"What?" The flower was stunned.

"A female partner in action."

After the bandaging was completed, Shi Yinai quickly straightened his collar and stood up.

"Hello." Her long green silk curls on both sides, and a delicate dark skirt showed more and more charm that a woman of this age should not have.

looks about the same age as Jian Yi, about twenty-six or seventeen, although he looks pale, but those transparent and bright eyes actually have some bewitching and evil vividness.

"Oh, hello." Hua Ting replied with little enthusiasm.

"It turns out that the flower sister in Jian Yi's mouth is you." Shi smiled because of love, as if he had completely forgotten the injury he had just suffered.

"What do you mean?" Hua listened to this grinning face, but she couldn't be cheerful inexplicably.

"I've seen you in the newspapers."

"Newspapers?"

Shi Yinai's face is playful and charming, with red lips and willow eyebrows meticulously made up, which contradicts the pure heart and little desire Buddha bead on her right hand a little weirdly.

Jian Yi closed the medicine box at her feet and answered: "Sister Hua loves to make trouble, and even made her make newspaper headlines once." ”

"Well, I also watched it, and said it was Paramount singer-songwriter." Shi Yinai's tone was sweet, not deliberate, "When I was on a mission in Hong Kong, the name of Paramount was well-known on the other side of the strait, but now I really know it." ”

Flower listened lazily and yawned gracefully.

As smart as love, he hooked a lace jacket on the back of the chair and was about to leave.

This playful and beautiful face directly lined the drama on the billboard with vulgar powder.

"I'll let the driver drop you off." Jane also graciously opened the bedroom door for her.

Hua listened to it and was a white eye.

After washing, she sat lazily in front of the dresser, her eyelids were heavy and sleepy, and her head was gently dragged by one of Jian Yi's hands.

"Sister Hua, isn't it just a dance, so tired?"

Hua Ting opened her eyes, only smiled and did not speak.

Behind her, Jane also pulled her green silk out of her silk nightgown, picked up a white jade comb on the dresser, and concentrated on combing her long black hair.

"Why don't you speak?" Jian Yi combed her long hair one by one, and the end of this well-tended hair was finally knotted a few times, and he put down the white jade comb and gently picked it with his tail finger.

"Why didn't I know you had a female partner?" Flower Ting's narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

"Do you mean charity for love?" Jian Yi in the mirror smiled shallowly but seriously, "The partner worked for a few years, and then separated because of the special task." ”

"Oh." Hua Ting teased her eyelids and said lazily, "What is the mission this time?" ”

"Sister Hua, you dance with that Dragon Gang leader," the ends of her hair were loose, and Jian Yi picked up the white jade comb on the dresser again, and smoothed it out, "Isn't it a little inappropriate?" Turning the conversation back to the original question.

"What's wrong?" Hua listened to him in the mirror and looked at him for a few seconds, and there was not much love in his words.

"I don't have face." Jane smoothed the ends of her hair, and her hands gently pressed against her back, a little warm.

"Huh!?" Her eyes lit up, lively and cunning, "No face? He straightened his back slightly, avoiding the warmth between his palms.

"Or else?"

Raise your hand and turn off the light.

"Sleep!"

In the dark, Jane fumbled out a set of bedding of her own from the cupboard and spread it on the carpet on the side of the bed.

"That's right, Sister Flower!"

Hana's head leaning on the pillow was tilted, "Said." ”

"What did you say about grandpa and grandma last time?"

"Oh, nothing, I can't find it."

"Can't find it?"

"Hmm." The flower closed her eyes and stopped talking.

The sound of soft breathing flowed slowly in the quiet space.

The breath and breath sounded gentle, but it was not regular.

So half an hour later, Jian Yi spoke again: "Sister Hua, you didn't sleep. ”

Hua didn't answer.

"What are you thinking?" In the darkness, Jane also reached out and put her hand on the edge of her bed, and moved forward slightly, touching the white, fresh, but unusually cold hand.

After only a second of touch, Hua Ting retracted his hand back into the quilt.

"Still thinking about Chen Shu?" Jian Yi's tone was flat, but full of astringency.

Hua Ting turned over and turned his back to him.

"I'm thinking," the voice rang out languidly in the darkness, "what can I do to get Bai Qihong to willingly hand over the opium business to me......" (To be continued. )