City of Streamer

seven months ago.

In the private room of the Licha Hotel.

The room was very luxuriously decorated, with a scarlet wool carpet at the foot, and imitation paintings on the walls, but the flowers in the vase had been withered all day long. The pink petals fell on the chest of drawers, and were lifted up by the wind brought by the footman walking, and fluttered on the floor.

The footman brought the tea set, poured two cups, and quietly withdrew.

The bone china tea set is quite exquisite, plated with shiny gold edges, and the small silver spoon is also delicate and lovely. In normal times, Feng Shizhen would definitely fall in love with this tea set.

"What's your surname, Miss?" The man across from him held up the teacup, and his well-defined face was a little blurry in the dense moisture.

"Don't give your surname Feng." Feng Shizhen was apprehensive, and he couldn't help scanning the door from the corner of his eyes, "I'm sorry to disturb you. I should go."

She got up. The man in black standing by the door took a step to the side and blocked the door.

Feng Shizhen's face was pale, and he shivered a little.

"Miss Feng, don't be afraid." The man chuckled, "I'll let you out when I'm done talking. Please take a seat."

Feng Shizhen had no choice but to sit down and look at the man again.

He looked at the age of 30, his profile was very handsome, rich and elegant, but his eyes were as deep as a bottomless cold pool, exuding a faint cool air.

This face is somewhat familiar, perhaps seen on the tidbits of the tabloids. He is very rich, wearing a luxurious and elegant suit, with an exquisite watch, he has a luxurious suite in the Richa Hotel.

"My surname is Meng." The man took a sip of tea and said in a relaxed manner, "Miss Feng is looking for Rong Dingkun, what's the matter?"

Seeing that he couldn't walk, Feng Shizhen calmed down and asked, "May I ask who Mr. Meng is Boss Rong?"

"Old man." Meng Xu'an smiled. He had a good-looking smile, but it still made people shudder.

"More than ten years ago, Rong Dingkun and I almost became relatives. What is Miss Feng looking for from him? Maybe I can do me a favor."

Feng Shizhen stared at the man for a long time, and said, "I wanted to ask him, Wenchun Li's fire, but he ordered it to be set?"

Her candor and frankness evoked Meng Xu'an's interesting smile.

"If I could tell you, he did it?"

"Evidence." Feng Shizhen said.

Meng Xian raised his hand, and his subordinate immediately handed a cigar to him and lit it.

Among the cigarettes, the man said slowly: "Since you can find this place, it means that you have done the research yourself. Dasheng Company, which bought the land in Wenchunli, is a shell company. But there is a Wang Xiangli in it. , he only appeared when the contract was signed. He belongs to Rong Dingkun. His actual position is that of the assistant to the general manager of Sanyang Industry. Sanyang Industry is controlled by the Rong Group. "

Feng Shizhen said nothing.

The man exhaled a cigarette and looked at the girl's tense face, "Rong Dingkun personally gave the instructions of Huo Huo Wen Chunli. At first, he wanted to at least scare the residents, but he didn't expect the old house to be in disrepair, and eventually it became a problem. It was a big disaster. The impact of this incident was too great, and even Rong Dingkun was a little afraid, so he issued a death order to hide it from the inside. The few people who worked for him at the beginning have not disappeared one after another recently, or died in an accident. already."

Feng Shizhen's forcedly calm expression was finally torn apart, revealing the resentment and anger that had been accumulated for too long.

"How did Mr. Meng know such details?"

"Because my people are eavesdropping on his phone and telegrams." Meng Xian shook the ash, as if he was talking about a very simple and ordinary thing.

"I don't understand these things." Feng Shizhen stood up, "Thank you for your hospitality, but I really should go."

The man in black at the door stood still, put his hand on the holster, and looked at Feng Shizhen.

Behind him, Meng Xian said slowly, "What if I give you a chance to take revenge on Rong Dingkun?"

Feng Shizhen turned around and sneered: "Maybe I don't want to take revenge on him? After all, I'm weak and incompetent. Rong Dingkun doesn't need to move his fingers, but he can blow me away."

There was a knock on the door, another door in the suite opened, and a clerk walked in and handed Meng Xian a piece of paper.

Meng Xian glanced down and said, "Miss Feng Shizhen, I have no ill intentions. I am just making a mutually beneficial suggestion to you."

Feng Shizhen's delicate face instantly turned white. It took only ten minutes for her to enter this room, and the man had already found out her identity!

Feng Shizhen is a smart and interesting person. She held her breath, walked back, and sat down on the sofa again.

Meng Xian showed an approving smile, becoming more friendly and amiable.

"Miss Feng, I'm definitely not Rong Dingkun's friend. Maybe fate arranged you in front of me. The spies I placed in Rong's house were discovered, and the eavesdropping equipment was disassembled. I need someone to enter the Rong's house. , be my eyes and ears. When necessary, be my minions."

Feng Shizhen took a deep breath: "I'm just an ordinary person, Mr. Meng. The information in your hand must be very clear. I now teach for a living. I can't be a spy."

Meng Xu'an read according to the paper: "Graduated from Jinling Women's University, with a scholarship of all excellent students, and a double major in mathematics and English...Miss Feng is a talented woman."

"Don't dare."

"How is your health?" Meng Xu'an asked, "Is there enough money? I still owe the hospital bills, and the medical bills are not settled. Even if these friends who have your family generously donate the money for Lingzun to smoke a lot, I'm always embarrassed to let others. Did you pay too?"

Feng Shizhen felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, his hands on his knees clenched into fists. This feeling of her privacy being spied on, exposed, and threatened made her feel like a wall and lost her sense of security. There was even a moment when the kind of panic and despair that she had experienced in her childhood swept her mind, almost occupying her sanity and making her almost out of control.

"I'm not threatening you." Meng Xian, however, keenly observed the girl's strangeness, and the lowered words contained a hint of comfort, "I want to help you, and then get your help."

Feng Shizhen raised his eyebrows and sneered in return: "Such words don't make much sense between two people with extremely disparate strengths."

Meng Xu'an leaned back on the sofa, took a cigar, and said, "I will give you money to pay off your debts, and at the same time you can support and take care of your parents. And you are arranged by me to enter the Rong's house and do things for me. I will protect you. and your family. No matter how you want to retaliate against Rong Dingkun, I will assist you."

Feng Shizhen asked, "Why did Rong Dingkun have a grudge against you?"

Meng Xu'an exhaled a long breath and said hoarsely, "He owes me a life."

"I don't kill people." Feng Shizhen said immediately, "My Feng family has practiced medicine for generations, only saving people, not killing people."

"Don't worry." Meng Xian smiled, "I've never been reluctant to let a beautiful lady get her hands dirty."

Feng Shizhen said solemnly: "I don't care about Rong Dingkun's life or death, but I must make him lose his reputation and have nothing! I just want him to experience the pain felt by the neighbors in Wen Chunli and our Feng family who were murdered by him! I want to hear him cry and watch him cry. I don't care if he repents or not."

"Ms. Feng is really a wonderful person." Meng Xian shoved the remaining half of the cigar into the crystal ashtray, "Don't be greedy, know how to advance and retreat, be decisive and brave, and accept it as soon as you see it. I like working with people like you very much. "

Feng Shizhen stared at this mysterious and powerful man: "What about you? How do you want to take revenge on Rong Dingkun?"

Meng Xian got up, walked to the window, and lifted the fringe on the velvet curtain. He looked out the window, his eyes distant.

"I really want to see the expression on Rong Dingkun's face when I reunite with him."

The crystal lamps shone brightly, and in the resplendent hall, the guests all stepped aside for the belated stranger to pass by.

They talked a lot and whispered. Newspaper reporters rushed forward one after another, and the spotlights exploded like fireworks, one after another.

Wynn Bank is a commercial bank that has only emerged in the last two years. It has an American background and strong strength, so it has grown rapidly in Shanghai and has become a well-known private bank. Many people present had business dealings with Wynn Bank, but they had never met the president of the bank, who was said to have been in the United States all the time.

Different from other guests, Feng Shizhen stared at Rong Dingkun's face in a leisurely manner.

His face was blue and gray, his eyes were blood red, and for a while, it was as ugly as a strangled corpse. When Zhao Huaan and others saw his face, they subconsciously put their hands on the holster on their waist.

Meng Xian walked to the front of the stage, raised his head and smiled at Rong Dingkun on the stage.

"Brother Dingkun, stay safe. I interrupted you? I'm sorry."

Rong Dingkun controlled his facial expression with difficulty and slowly, and returned a stiff smile.

"It's great to have a friend from afar! Brother Xu'an, let's catch up later. Come, serve Meng Qishao first."

Meng Xian held a glass of wine, and bowed very gentlely to Mrs. Rong, who was looking at him. Mrs. Rong must have been reminded of an unpleasant memory by his surname, and her face was a little blue.

"This person must have a bad relationship with the Rong family." Feng Shixun said to the girl.

Feng Shi really said that it was not good. These two families are deeply enmity.

Meng Xuan deliberately picked this opportunity to appear, just to discourage Rong Dingkun. He did as he wished to see Rong Dingkun's face turning pale with fear. For a shrewd, slick, introverted person like Rong Dingkun, there are probably only a handful of gaffes in life. Today is one of them. He looked very similar to the first time he saw Feng Shizhen, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Thank you... Thank you for coming to Inuzi's birthday party." Rong Dingkun's voice was still a little trembling, "When Inuzi was eighteen years old, he was still studying hard at school, and he couldn't do it. Twenty years old, make up for it. Parents' hopes for their children will always be simple. I hope that this child will be an upright and decent person in the future, filial and fraternal, and win glory for the family and the country. Thank you!"

There was thunderous applause. Rong Dingkun left the podium in a hurry.

Rong Jiashang followed his father's embarrassed back and took the microphone.

"Thank you elders for their love for me and my friends for their support. Please have a good time today."

When the band conductor received his instructions, he immediately waved the baton, and the lively dance music resounded throughout the hall. With a bang, the champagne was opened and the crowd cheered. Rong Jia poured it down the wine glass tower, filled with light golden liquid layer by layer.

The guests quickly forgot the episode just now and threw themselves into the carnival.

After Rong Jia got off the stage, he could not find his father. He thought about it, and asked Ma Wu to come over and ask: "You have been serving your wife the longest, and you must know a lot about the family better than me. I think my wife doesn't like this Mr. Meng very much, you know why. Why?"

Wu Ma hesitated and couldn't say anything that made sense. Rong Jia opened his wallet, took out a ten-dollar bill, and threw it away. Wu Ma grabbed the ticket and opened her mouth with a smile.

"Eldest young master, that was more than ten years ago. At that time, my wife was pregnant with the eldest young lady and the second young master. The old man met a Miss Meng in the painting and calligraphy club outside, and he didn't care about her for more than half a month. I went home. My wife went to talk to Miss Meng with a big belly at the time, but Miss Meng refused to leave the master. What did she say, she was against arranged marriage and wanted to love freely. The wife was so angry, and the master had made mistakes in business at that time. It almost slipped. Later... Aunt Wang was pregnant, and Miss Meng was mad. This Mr. Meng seems to be Miss Meng's younger brother."

Rong Jia heard that it was his father's romantic debt back then. #####

Fifty-five

The jubilant music and the laughter of the guests were cut off by the heavy study door. The subordinates of the Rong family and the Meng family stood on both sides of the study, standing hand in hand, with their hands clasped on the gun cases on their waists. The tense atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out, and no one dared to act rashly.

Compared to Rong Dingkun's nervous look, Meng Xu'an looked much more relaxed. He poured himself a glass of wine, added ice, and sat down on the leather sofa.

"Brother Rong, why don't you sit down and talk." Meng Xian raised his slender legs, "This is your house, and there are hundreds of guests outside, what can I do to you?"

Rong Dingkun's stiff face gradually loosened, and the corners of his drooping mouth were barely raised, returning to his mature and shrewd normality.

"Xuan really impresses me!" Rong Dingkun sat down on the sofa opposite, sighing like a friendly senior, "I used to see you in the newspapers before, and it was only when you returned to China that you were just doing a small business. It turns out that you are the chairman of Wynn Bank. You have been away for many years, and you should be impressed. You have hidden deep enough."

"The dead camel of the Meng family is bigger than Mr. Ma." Meng Xian also smiled like a close junior with a friendly relationship, "Relying on the support of the family, I have done a lot of business, it is not a great achievement, it can only be said that it is not. As for being ashamed of our ancestors."

Rong Dingkun laughed dryly: "I have often thought of you and your sister... Qingzhi, how are you?"

Meng Xian shook the ice cubes in the wine glass and said coldly, "Eldest sister has passed away."

Rong Dingkun was shocked and couldn't believe it. And Meng Xian's calm eyes confirmed the authenticity of the news to him again.

Rong Dingkun's shoulders trembled and asked, "Why didn't anyone tell me?"

The corner of Meng Xian's mouth pulled out a sneering curve: "If Big Brother Rong really cares about Big Sister, he will naturally go to find out about her, so why wait for others to tell you?"

Rong Dingkun was speechless, and after a while, he gasped and asked, "When did it happen?"

Meng Xu'an said: "After we went to the United States with our family, she became ill. It took about half a year, but it still didn't work. It was a peaceful walk, and I didn't mention you again."

"Gone so early? Where is he buried?"

"San Francisco."

Rong Dingkun slumped his shoulders and sighed: "I really didn't expect...she's still so young. I always thought she was doing well. She got married in the United States, and now I'm afraid the children are getting old."

Meng Xu'an's eyes flickered slightly, he lowered his gaze, and took a sip of wine.

"Then Xu An... Are you concentrating on doing things in the bank now?" Rong Dingkun asked again.

"The business stall of the Meng family was originally small, and my concubine was watching, so I didn't need to do anything." Meng Xu'an said, "It's just that the situation is not stable now, the risk of bank lending is high, and it is affected by war. A little carelessness, It is easy to lose money and ruin the family. I think the Rong family is in full swing, and it is not what it used to be. Another day, I have to ask my big brother Haosheng for some business experience. "

"I won the prize." Rong Dingkun's back was soaked with sweat, the soft skin on his face was twitching, the wrinkles were layered, and the tiredness and oldness could not be concealed, "Xu An, young people like you, rising stars, He is the master of the future. My old bones have long since fallen behind the times."

Meng Xian glanced at the gorgeous big study: "This house was built later. I remember back then, the Rong's house was just a two-story building."

The Rong family had only one small western-style building back then. At that time, Rong Dingkun was heavily in debt, and his property had been sold to only one house. Without the help of Miss Meng Qingzhi, the Rong family would have gone bankrupt long ago. It's just that Miss Meng's infatuation didn't change Rong Dingkun's sincerity. Instead, it brought the greatest humiliation in her life.

"I'm sorry for your eldest sister." Rong Dingkun's expression was obscure and heartbroken, "she treats me wholeheartedly, but I can't repay her affection. Over the years, I have never missed her. But I didn't have the courage to inquire about her news. .I didn't expect her to die so badly..."

"Come on!" Meng Xian sneered at Rong Dingkun with a sharp blade of broken ice in between: "Boss Rong was very courageous when he seduced my sister and coaxed her into smoking a big cigarette."

Rong Dingkun seemed to be slapped in the face, his face was ashen, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Meng Xian held a wine glass in his slender and steady hands, and his handsome and deep silhouette was reflected on the wall of the glass.

"The Meng family has been blessed by the ancestors and is lingering on. If you are not talented, you can rejuvenate the family business a little bit. In fact, money is an external thing, but the treasure of the family can't be left out. Boss Rong, you from Where is the Warring States Golden Qilin that my sister coaxed away now?"

The music outside the door stopped abruptly, and the room fell into a dead silence.

Rong Dingkun took a deep breath and said, "I also guess that you are here for this matter. Maybe you don't believe it, but I have been looking for the whereabouts of that golden unicorn all these years. In my predicament, Your sister gave it to me and asked me to sell it to repay the debt. This golden unicorn carries the love between me and Qingzhi. I have been wanting to get it back since the situation improved."

Meng Xu'an smiled calmly, only the blue veins on the back of his hands revealed his mood at the moment.

"Boss Rong is really good at whitewashing. Even my sister said that she was cheated by you. Well, it doesn't make sense to fight this lawsuit now. Rong Dingkun, I want you to return the golden unicorn to the Meng family."

"That's what it should be." Rong Dingkun said with a perfunctory smile, "Don't worry, I will send more staff tomorrow, and I will help you find this treasure."

Meng Xian's fingers tapped on the armrest of the leather sofa: "Boss Rong, I'm afraid you don't quite understand my determination to make this request. If you're going to fool me, you're thinking wrong."

"How could..." Rong Dingkun sneered.

"Twenty years ago." Meng Xu'an said suddenly, "Twenty years ago, there were three mothers and sons. On the way, they encountered robbers in a place called Bailiu Town and were killed. Do you remember Boss Rong?"

Every time he said a paragraph, Rong Dingkun's face turned pale. After speaking, Rong Dingkun's complexion was pale and blue, and his facial features were as stiff as stone carvings.

Meng Xian took out something from his arms, flicked his finger, and a dusty thing fell on Rong Dingkun's knee.

It was a longevity lock for children. It was very outdated, but the words "rich life and longevity" were still recognizable. The other side is engraved with fine leaves and flowers, and there is a word "zhen" in the middle.

Rong Dingkun seemed to have been scalded by a soldering iron, and almost dropped the longevity lock to the ground.

"Brother Dingkun is ready to take it." Meng Xu'an sneered, "This is the only thought left by your eldest daughter who died. Your eldest son is even dead. I suddenly thought, he If he is still alive, he must be a young man as smart and handsome as Jia Shang."

"How did you get this?" Rong Dingkun said harshly.

"What?" Meng Xu'an looked at him calmly, "Are you afraid that I will leak the news? Indeed, the Rong family's relatives have died in various places, and the servants have changed several batches. The current Mrs. Rong probably doesn't know much about it. You had a wife and children in the beginning. But anyway, they are dead, so it doesn't matter. Unless..."

Meng Xuan's smile faded, staring at Rong Dingkun grimly: "Are you afraid that people will know that after you made your fortune, in order to marry the Tang family from a scholarly family, you murdered the scumbag and a pair of children who got in your way?"

The longevity lock fell on the carpet. Rong Dingkun stood up angrily and scolded with a blushing face: "Meng Xian, you don't have to spit! Although I, Rong Dingkun, are not a good person, I absolutely cannot do this kind of thing to kill my wife and children! Shiko, how could I harm my own children?"

"That did kill your wife?" Meng Xian also got up with a smile, picked up the longevity lock, and put it back in his pocket.

"It's true or not. You are a husband and a father, and you know it best. I've made my words clear. What Boss Rong intends to do, you should consider it yourself. Think about it, if the world knows that you are always sanctimonious, and you can use it as a philanthropist and a socialist. Rong Dingkun, who shows his identity as a well-known activist, turned out to be a villain who killed his wife and children for glory, what would you think?"

Rong Dingkun said anxiously, "You want to slander me with such a thing?"

"Who said I only have such a piece of evidence?" Meng Xu'an laughed, "Does it count as a witness?"

Rong Dingkun was shocked, with a look of disbelief: "You...you are bluffing!"

"Is it true, Boss Rong will know at that time." Meng Xu'an said, "A man who can kill even his wife and children, I'm curious who can be friends with you again, and what kind of people are willing to marry your children. Who can be in the world? How about kissing your own wife and children? Even if you are in the business of licking blood, isn’t it trying to make money for your wife and children to live a good life? Comparing your heart to your heart, Rong boss’s cruelty can be regarded as a rare share in history.”

Meng Xian walked towards the door of the study in a ruthless manner.

Rong Dingkun glared at his back fiercely and said, "Are you here to avenge Qingzhi?"

Meng Xian put his hand on the doorknob and didn't look back.

"How come? I'm here to help your family reunite."

Rong Dingkun was stunned in confusion, Meng Xian had already pushed the door and left.

The lights in the ballroom were dazzling, like a streamer flying, making the sweat on the cheeks of the young men and women glisten like a layer of bright powder.

In the soothing and melodious melody, Feng Shixun hugged his beloved sister and walked gently, feeling the tranquility and warmth of this moment.

The last time they got along so peacefully and peacefully was before Feng Shixun went abroad five years ago.

"Remember when you hugged me and cried before I went abroad?" Feng Shixun asked with a low smile.

"Why bring up my embarrassing thing?" Feng Shizhen laughed and laughed, "I was still young at that time, of course I couldn't bear you."

"I have been thinking about the past recently." Feng Shixun said, "At that time, I felt that my life was bland, but compared to now, it was already very sweet."

"Our family has gone through the most difficult time now, and it will only get better in the future." Feng Shizhen said.

"Really," Feng Shixun asked, "Have you thought about what you will do in the future?"

"future?"

"You can stay at the Rong family for half a year at most. You don't want to be just a teacher forever, do you?"

Feng Shizhen said: "The profession of teaching is respected and the salary is good."

"Don't you want to study abroad?" Feng Shixun asked.

Feng Shizhen laughed in horror: "Where does our family have this money? Besides, what am I going to study?"

"You can learn whatever you want." Feng Shixun said, "You are so smart, no matter what you study, you can excel. This is what your brother owes you. I will find a way to study the money."

"How do you say it's the same?" Feng Shizhen said hurriedly, "I haven't said that I want to study abroad. Besides, the money you save now will be used for marrying my sister-in-law in the future, so you can't spend it indiscriminately."

"What's wrong with you?" Feng Shixun frowned, staring at his sister seriously, "I hope you can think about yourself more."

Feng Shizhen smiled and snuggled into his brother's arms: "I'm doing fine now. Don't look at those rich families around you. Even if nothing happens to our family, we can't compare with them. Dad used to say that we are content and happy. Home is in the local area, which is quite decent.”

"You always see better than me." Feng Shixun sighed and laughed. #####

fifty-six

After the song ended, the Feng brothers and sisters returned to the sidelines to rest.

Rong Fanglin looked over unhappily and asked, "Sir, have you seen Brother Xiucheng?"

Feng Shizhen shook his head: "Isn't he with Miss Yu?"

"She?" Rong Fanglin sneered immediately, "She is busy dancing with Secretary-General Chen's son, she is very happy, how can she take care of others?"

Although Yang Xiucheng and Yu Zhihui came together, they were separated when they entered the arena. Yu Zhihui, as Mrs. Rong's niece, is pure and pretty, and very attractive to men. Under Mrs. Rong's intentional promotion, Yu Zhihui met several young masters, and she didn't miss a single dance, so she was really busy. .

Rong Fanglin complained, "Pretending to be so dignified and graceful in front of Brother Xiucheng, he's not even attracting bees and butterflies."

Feng Shizhen persuaded: "In the affairs between the two of them, others are not involved. Mr. Yang is a man of his own opinion, and he will make decisions."

Rong Fanglin talked, took a glass of champagne from the waiter's plate, and looked at the dance floor.

Coincidentally, Wu Yunchi's lithe and graceful female companion in his arms is Shiori Hashimoto.

"Do you know, sir?" Rong Fanglin said, "Miss Hashimoto, it turns out that the eldest brother had a girlfriend when he was in Chongqing!"

This time, Feng Shixun, who even stood aside to look at the painting and pretended not to listen to the girl, couldn't help but glanced at the dance floor.

Feng Shizhen said lightly: "I was there when the two of them met just now. It was really interesting. It turns out that both of them used pseudonyms in Chongqing."

"Isn't it?" Rong Fanglin mocked, "It's good now, the old lover is reunited, but he is about to get engaged."

Feng Shixun raised his eyebrows again.

Feng Shizhen just smiled calmly, as if he had known the news for a long time.

Rong Fanglin said, "I like Miss Hashimoto quite a bit. But she is not as powerful as Sister Lan Xin, I'm afraid she won't be able to compete."

"Does Jiashang have no opinion of his own?" Feng Shizhen asked, "Miss Hashimoto seems to have a pretty good family background, so she is right in line with yours."

"Big brother doesn't care about this. No matter who you choose, he will be happy."

Rong Fanglin doesn't like Du Lanxin and likes Shiori Hashimoto, but if Du Lanxin doesn't marry Rong Jia, she might come to **** Yang Xiucheng. She was in a dilemma herself.

Feng Shizhen looked into the distance, Rong Jiashang was talking to a couple with gorgeous clothes, his expression was steady, full of confidence, and his smile was handsome. The lady was obviously puzzled by him, and she kept reaching out to pat him on the arm.

Wu Yunchi hugged Rong Fanghua and turned a circle in front of them. Rong Fanghua's face was red, as happy as a bird.

Rong Fanglin was bored, and rolled his eyes at the men who were eager to invite him not far away, so that they could retreat.

Feng Shizhen winked at his brother. Feng Shixun understood and extended his hand to Rong Fanglin.

"I don't know if I'm lucky enough to ask the eldest lady to dance."

Although Feng Shixun is not a famous son, he is handsome, personable, and has a very clean temperament. Rong Fanglin was quite fond of him, so he handed it over generously.

The beautiful music sounded, and the blonde Belarusian female singer held the microphone and sang a lingering love song.

Feng Shizhen stood alone against the dining table, holding a light blue cocktail in his hand. She was gorgeously dressed, and her expression was somewhat cold and reserved. The male guests who admired her beauty all stopped, only watching from a distance, not daring to come forward easily.

"Xiao Shizhen, if you are so cold, you will lose many opportunities to be pursued."

A low male voice sounded, like the low cry of a cello.

The wine glass in Feng Shizhen's hand trembled slightly. She looked into the hall subconsciously, and really saw that Rong Dingkun also returned to the ballroom accompanied by Yang Xiucheng, and greeted the guests.

"I didn't expect that the seventh master was still there." Feng Shizhen turned his head to look at the person beside him, "I haven't seen you for a while, I thought you had already left."

"I'm thick-skinned." Meng Xian lit a cigarette, "Although Boss Rong intends to see off guests, I'm still relying on it. The Rong family's dance party is a big event in Shanghai. It's a pity to miss it."

"Will it affect me when I see you talking with you?" Feng Shizhen asked.

The corners of Meng Xian's mouth curved slightly: "Miss Feng is young and beautiful. I am attracted by you. What's wrong with coming over to ask you a few words?"

Rong Jiashang saw from a distance the man named Meng was talking in front of Feng Shizhen, his footsteps stopped, and his dance partner stepped on his feet.

The girl was taken aback and apologized. Rong Jiashang casually comforted her a few words, hurriedly sent her to the dance floor, turned around and walked towards Feng Shizhen.

"Rong Jiashang used Guo Dazhuang to investigate me, and I lost two useful people." Meng Xian exhaled, "But I have dealt with Guo Dazhuang. Don't worry, your identity is still safe."

Feng Shizhen snorted: "Then how will I deliver news in the future?"

"For now, hold on tight..." Meng Xian's eyes swept across Rong Jia, angrily and bluntly, he changed the subject and approached affectionately, "What kind of books does Miss Feng like to read?"

Feng Shizhen understood instantly: "I love to read some Western adventure and mystery novels."

"Oh?" Meng Xu'an said, "I have a very prosperous English mystery novel here this year, written by a female author, called..."

"Agatha Christie." Rong Jia strode forward, glanced at Meng Xian warningly, and turned to Feng Shizhen with a gentle smile, "This is the female writer that Mr. likes very much, isn't she?"

Meng Xian was smoking a cigarette and smiling nonchalantly. The eyes of the men collided in the air like two swords, sparks blazing. Missing a hit, the two sides retreated again, assuming a defensive posture.

Feng Shizhen watched the small bubbles rising in the champagne glass intently, turning a blind eye to the invisible sparks in the air.

Rong Jia said: "This female writer was not very famous before. I didn't expect Boss Meng to know it."

Meng Xian smiled and said, "If Miss Feng likes it, I have the first edition of this author's new book for you to save."

When Meng Xian personally taught Feng Shizhen to shoot at kittens and dogs, he also had such a gentle and watery tone. So Feng Shizhen listened, and his body trembled, not because he was moved, but as if he felt that cold killing intent again.

"The first edition is very precious. I'm not good at winning people's love. Thank you Boss Meng."

Meng Xu'an smiled, not reluctantly, and turned to Rong Jiashang and said, "The last time I visited Rong's residence was eighteen years ago. At that time, Jiashang, you were still learning to walk. You must not remember me."

"I really don't remember." Rong Jiashang said coldly, "If Boss Meng is interested, I will ask the steward to accompany you around."

Meng Xu'an waved his hand: "When I first visited, your mansion was only a small foreign-style building. Ling Zun is really capable. In the past 20 years, he has expanded his family business more than ten times. Such a large family business will all be yours in the future. On your shoulders. It would be great if a brother could help you share it."

Rong Jiashang said calmly: "It is said that Boss Meng not only supported the family business by himself, but also reinvigorated the decayed family business at the beginning. You have no brothers to help you. Boss Meng still thinks that I am incompetent and far worse than you. ?"

Meng Xian laughed: "Don't bully the poor. Also, you're just starting out, it's too early to draw conclusions. Tiger fathers have no dogs, I'm looking forward to your performance, Jia Shang."

"Thank you." Rong Jiashang replied coldly.

Another song ended, and the guests stepped back and crowded around the long table in search of drinks and snacks. The female guests even looked at the handsome Meng Xian and Rong Jia with a smile.

The two men turned to each other and looked away.

Feng Shizhen took a sip of wine, his palms sweaty.

"You men really like to be lazy." Du Lanxin floated over like a cloud of sunset, cut off the wine glass in Rong Jia's hand, and drank the wine, "There are so many ladies in the audience without a dance partner, so you just stand and chat like this? "

"It's our fault that you left the lady out." Meng Xu'an showed a lazy smile and stretched out her hand to Du Lanxin, "Will Miss Du be willing to dance with Guang Guang?"

Du Lanxin had looked at him for a long time. Seeing him so interesting, she smiled contentedly and took his arm.

The two walked away, and Rong Jia hurriedly said: "Sir, this man named Meng has some old grudges with our family, and the person who came here is not good. You'd better stay away from him, so as not to be involved in right and wrong."

It's too late.

Feng Shizhen smiled and said, "I don't know what day it is today. It seems that several old friends have come. Where is that Miss Hashimoto?"

"Probably dancing with someone else." Rong Jiashang was indifferent.

"Why are you willing to neglect her?" Feng Shizhen teased, "People still remember that you gave her flowers every day."

Rong Jia Shangjun's face flushed red, and he said embarrassingly, "Sir, that's actually... not what you think!"

"I know." Feng Shizhen said calmly, "You gave her flowers to give to your sweetheart. It's just an apology for me. Don't worry, I won't misunderstand."

Rong Jia was stunned, not knowing what to say.

The violinist of the band pulled out a brisk melody as a dance cue, and the melodious notes flew across the hall, causing a small commotion among the guests.

This is a foxtrot waltz, which is most suitable for picking a group dance in which partners are exchanged in the middle. It is very popular with young people. So when the music started, the girls were all excited.

Rong Jiashang took a long sigh and suddenly grabbed Feng Shizhen's hand.

"Sir, come!" The young man's handsome face was filled with smiles again. The fresh vigor and vigorous enthusiasm instantly infected Feng Shizhen and pulled her out of the indescribable depression.

Putting aside all worries and melancholy for a while, Feng Shizhen indulged himself and let Admiral Rong Jia pull her into the dance floor. #####

fifty seven

The crystal lamp refracted the dazzling broken light, shrouding the surroundings in a bright warm light. The faces of the two were so close, and their breaths blended together, as if they could kiss at any time.

This scene seems familiar, but has a completely different atmosphere.

There is no unfamiliar scrutiny and temptation, no contests and battles, only the heartbeat remains the same, and the numb touch like the electric current is still the same. They turned around on the stage like other dance partners, found each other again, and held hands tightly, reluctant to part again.

Rong Jiashang stared at Feng Shizhen intently and said softly, "This is the third dance we danced."

Feng Shizhen's pupils contracted suddenly, and the current passed through the atrium.

The melodious music turned into a bright ribbon, fluttering across the dance floor.

Feng Shizhen felt as if he was jumping in the air, and his toes only had time to lightly touch the floor before being spun around by Rong Jia. The young man's arms were strong and strong, and could easily support her light body.

Feng Shizhen was a little nervous at first, but then she realized that this man would not let go of her hand and would not let her fall and get hurt. So she also relaxed and handed herself over. Just like that night when I paid respects to the second young master of the Rong family, let Rong Jiashang lead him and move forward in the dark night, no matter where he goes.

The melody suddenly rose high, like a bird fluttering into the sky.

Feng Shizhen felt his waist tighten, and before he could react, he was held by Rong Jiashang's hands and lifted up.

She sucked in a sharp breath, and the world was spinning, her heartbeat nearly stopped.

It was just a blink of an eye, and his feet fell to the ground again.

Feng Shizhen staggered and fell into Rong Jiashang's arms. Rong Jia put his arms around her, his firm chest vibrated, and he let out a pleasant laugh.

This lifting action was done in the audience, and it was very sensational and beautiful. All the guests around were excited and laughed.

"Is it fun?" Rong Jia asked.

Feng Shizhen smiled and nodded.

Rong Jia looked at the woman's flushed cheeks: "Sir, I still can't figure it out."

"what?"

"That day, in the new city, why did you think of taking the initiative to invite me to dance?"

"Why are you still struggling with this issue?" Feng Shizhen laughed.

"Because I really can't figure it out." Rong Jia put his arms around her and turned around with the melody, "Today is my birthday, can't you tell me the answer?"

"Then tell me first, why do you want to know the answer so stubbornly?" Feng Shizhen asked back, "Am I the first to ask you to dance?"

Rong Jia thought for a while and said seriously, "Yes."

"Really?" Feng Shizhen was really surprised, "But it's the first time