In a soft and soothing piano sound, celebrities gather to talk, and business customers flow and stagger.

Everyone invariably put away their true appearance on weekdays, put on a layer of hypocritical clothes, and carefully wrapped their hearts with a luxurious mask.

There is a fog everywhere, which vividly reflects the falsehood and mist behind the wealthy families.

When Mo Ran wore a burgundy dress and walked down the spiral staircase with Dongfang Yi's arm, almost in an instant, she became the focus of attention of all the people in the audience.

Mo Ran followed Dongfang Yi down generously, with a decent smile on her face, there was no inappropriateness, the cultivation of the eldest lady in the past twenty years was enough for her to face these boring banquets easily.

She is not the true owner of this body, the little girl who does not know anything about the world. Thousands of missions had already honed her ability to be moody, and those people were restless, curious, confused, and even talked about what she was doing.

But these traits that have been soaked into her bones over the years have a different meaning in the eyes of others.

The already rare stunning color, coupled with this calm and introverted personality, inadvertently added a few touches of color to her.

The elegant and unparalleled temperament is mixed with a touch of indifference and coldness, the corners of the lips are lightly hooked, and the face is calm, which looks inexplicably a little more noble and mysterious.

All of this has aroused everyone's curiosity.

"What a pretty girl......"

"Is she Dongfang Qin?"

"No, I've seen Dongfang Qin, but it's far worse than her......"

"I only heard that there is only one daughter in the Dongfang family, who is this girl?"

"I don't know, I don't think I've ever seen ...... before"

"Haven't heard of ......"

“……”

In the corner of the wide hall, a handsome man leaned lazily on a Roman column beside him, listening to the chatter around him, but the corners of his mouth outlined a wicked smile.

In the goblet he held in his hand, the scarlet liquid slowly surged as he swung, and his razor-sharp eyes stared at the ink stain as he walked down the spiral staircase.

He was surrounded by several men and women who were equally richly dressed, carefully guarding his surroundings, their vigilant eyes on the crowd that came and went at the banquet.

"Boss. She is tonight's protagonist Lin Mo Ran. Ling Tian saw the figure of Mo Dye walking down and spoke quietly.

"Yes!" The man replied softly. Leaning against the pillar, he slowly stood upright, his eyes full of interest staring at the ink dye.

Such a calm woman, not simple!

It's just that she will be the one who used the flame gate to enter the wolf camp? Hehe, things seem to be getting more and more interesting......

Feeling a gaze staring at her, Mo Ran raised his eyes slightly and followed the line of sight.

The beautiful and luxurious chandelier, the refracted colorful light flickered unscrupulously, and under it stood a man, a man who would never forget it at a glance.

On the handsome face of the ghostly axe, a pair of sword eyebrows flew into the cloud sideburns, and a pair of brown eyes carried all the ** colors that seemed to be nothing, like a bottomless clear pool, which made people dizzy.

Under the high bridge of the nose, the lips of the nodding Zhu were gently curled. A well-cut silver suit makes him look a little more domineering and a little less cool, this is a man who combines coldness and evil.

He has a handsome face like in ancient Greek mythology, but it gives him a ruthless aura like a god of war.

The kind of thing that is just a simple glance, obviously laughing, but it makes people cold to the bone for no reason.

In his previous life, he shuttled through blood and killing, and he saw countless handsome men. Just a casual look can arouse her focused gaze and strange spiritual resonance.

To be honest, this is the first time in her life that such a thing happens, and I have to say that he has a very good appetite for her.

She liked the breath of him, like a wolf. Yes, it's a wolf. Overbearing, bloodthirsty.

The bloodshed that can only be found after a thousand merciless killings, but only to bow down to their partners and be loyal to their brothers.

Nodding lightly to the other party, Mo Ran stood on the high platform in front of everyone under the leadership of Dongfang Yi.

On the high platform, Dongfang Yi was on crutches, his wise eyes slowly looked at the faces of everyone at the banquet, patted Mo Ran comfortingly with one hand, and walked to the host stage of the hall and took the microphone from the hands of the young master of ceremonies.

There was silence below, and everyone looked at the two people on the stage.

In the middle of the night, Dongfang Yi with a faint smile, and his steady and thick voice resounded in the hall: "Relatives and friends, good evening, everyone." Today is a special day, and I would like to solemnly introduce to you that my granddaughter Linmo Dyeing, who has returned from studying abroad, will go to the company for an internship in the near future. Now, the banquet officially begins......"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Didn't you say that there was only one eldest lady in the Dongfang family, Dongfang Qin, how could I never hear of this ink dyeing? Although she is puzzled, the other party has already announced her identity, who dares to ask more?

The soothing dance music sounded, and many businessmen and celebrities had already danced.

For a time, the whole hall sang and danced in harmony.

Mo Ran slowly walked down the high platform, with a decent and elegant smile, and accompanied Dongfang Yi to shuttle through the crowd. That calmness made everyone who saw it give a thumbs up.

In the middle of the night, she walked a little tired to the rest area after getting rid of the crowd.

Suddenly, the lights in the entire large ballroom went out in an instant.

The soft and soothing dance music also came to an abrupt end, and the boundless darkness suddenly enveloped the entire hall, and the dance party was forced to stop.

The sudden change made the footsteps of the ink dye move forward to a standstill, and the originally stable heart suddenly pinched. To be honest, she hated the feeling of being out of control and making her uneasy.

"Don't worry, it might have tripped." At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded in Mo Ran's ears.

In the darkness, a strong arm gently hooked her slender waist, carefully protecting her in his arms.

An unfamiliar masculine breath approached, with a faint aroma of wine, and it drifted into the heart of the ink dye.

The brows were slightly furrowed, and the sharp nails of the ink stain subconsciously buckled on the major artery of the other party's wrist, as long as the other party had the slightest irregular movement, she would inevitably let his blood splash the banquet.

Nangong Yuze naturally felt the cold aura emanating from Mo Ran's body, and a trace of inexplicable loss lingered in his heart.

He didn't know why he did this, and the moment the lights went out, by the time he reacted, he had already held the beautiful woman in his arms.