Thirty-ninth Raiders

The atmosphere in the car was a little gloomy.

Shen Yunchi pursed her thin lips slightly, lowered her long eyelashes, and did not speak again.

The girl next to her was leaning on the car window with great interest, looking at the street passing by the window.

She is always distracted outside.

Unlike at home, the whole focus is on him.

The young warlord turned his face sideways and said nothing.

ten minutes later.

The sedan stopped in front of the Paramount.

This most prestigious and bustling dance hall in the Republic of China is like a veiled woman wearing a cheongsam, with the gentle and elegant temperament of the old Republic of China. The girls in the car, the women wear long gloves on their hands, veils on their hats to cover their faces, and cheongsams show off their beautiful figures.

The dignified young marshal came to Paramount in person, and the front of the door was naturally cleared. The waiter bowed down respectfully and carefully, opened the car door, and wanted to step aside, but saw... there was more than the young marshal in the back seat.

There is someone else.

The waiter was stunned.

No one does not know about the cleanliness of the third master Shen. The waiter had never seen anyone in the back seat of his car.

While he was stunned, the person in the car turned his head. It was a young boy with a beautiful appearance, who was very young, and smiled politely at him with his curved lips.

Sweet smile.

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then bowed respectfully and reached out to help the other party.

But before he could help him, he raised a slender white hand next to him and gently placed it on the slender shoulder of the little boy.

The young marshal in the back seat raised his eyes and glanced at the waiter in front of the car door.

The waiter instantly sweated.

Subconsciously, he turned to his side and stepped back.

*

The group stepped into Paramount, Yu Chu obediently followed the third master, and looked at the beautiful ladies and sisters inside.

There was a singer singing on the stage. The red lips behind the microphone were delicate, a rose was pinned to her hair, and the cheongsam was decorated with a circle of fringes.

The singing is gentle.

From time to time, someone under the stage would send a waiter up to deliver flowers.

As the singer sang, she glanced over at the same time, and smiled affectionately, her expression vaguely shy.

Yu Chu glanced at the cold third master beside him.

It's really a walking girl's heart harvester.

Playing with her heart, she deliberately approached the other party, her fingers innocently wrapped around the third master's fingertips, pinched the white fingertips under the black gloves, and wrapped it around softly, and leaned over her body, almost sticking to him, He muttered, "the third master hugs me."

"..."

The guards next to him all looked at each other.

The young marshal didn't respond. He listened to the girl's sticky request, but he didn't refuse. He raised his hand to wrap her waist. The other side's small waist could easily be wrapped with one hand. He said softly, "Eat more food in the future, your body is too weak."

The little lover nodded obediently.

Not far away, looking at the singer here, she almost sang the wrong word.

... Young handsome him? ?

There was never anyone around the young marshal.

Even Paramount's most popular Miss Ling couldn't get close to an adult.

The singers are secretly approaching each other, but no one has succeeded so far.

Therefore, when the singer on the stage saw this scene, she was so surprised that she almost bit her tongue.

Several people walked through the corridor.

The backyard corridor of Paramount is twists and turns, and all the singers in the past bowed and saluted respectfully.

All the way to the innermost box.

Yu Chu saw two guards standing in front of the box door, wearing sunglasses, and opened the door respectfully.

Inside sits a girl with a beautiful face, wearing the most popular lip makeup, her long hair is softly coiled on top of her hair, two strands hanging down, lining her delicate face, she looks like a beautiful doll, with a kind of innocence and charm. ambivalence.

She raised her eyes and looked over, seeing the figure of the young marshal, her eyes suddenly lighted up slightly, she got up from the chair, saluted Ying Ying, her voice was also tender, and she lowered her eyes and said softly, "Sir."

Yu Chu looked at the number one singer of Paramount.

The other party's route is a bit like his own... They are all soft, weak and delicate. In terms of appearance and temperament, the two of them are indistinguishable. Yu Chu's appearance is the type of Miss Jiao, while Miss Ling in front of her is more charming.

Pure and natural charm.

The adult voice she called was also light and seductive in her ears. She was indeed the number one singer, and her tone was far from that of other singers.

This Miss Ling never took her eyes off the third master Shen.

Looks like a lover again.

Yu Chu pursed his lips.

The young marshal stepped into the box, and Yu Chu was about to follow him in, but two security guards wearing sunglasses in front of the door reached out to stop them, and said solemnly, "Miss Ling's private room, outsiders are not allowed to enter."

This is Miss Ling's rule.

Except for the young marshal, Miss Ling has never allowed anyone to enter the room.

Yu Chu was stopped by the security guards and was stunned for a while, then turned to look at the guards brought by the third master Shen, but he didn't follow up.

Are you not allowed to watch for a while?

She stood there innocently.

The young officer looked back at her, his voice was indifferent, and he instructed the guard: "Take her outside to play, don't go far."

The guard in the Shen residence nodded respectfully and said, "Yes."

The man's eyes turned to her, "Go out with them for a walk."

"..."

They wanted to close the door to chat in private, but Yu Chu didn't wink, pursed his lips slightly, didn't say much, turned his head and left first.

Seeing his little lover turning around and leaving, Mr. Shen didn't even respond, as if he couldn't wait to leave himself to find some fun... His eyes sank, and for some reason, he stopped her and said, "Wait."

The girl turned her head.

"I'll go to you after talking about things." Shen Yunchi's voice was flat, "Don't go far."

heard.

Miss Ling was slightly stunned.

She raised her eyes, looked at the little boy at the door, and looked a little inquisitively.

The young man nodded vaguely, and was told by the young marshal himself, his attitude was a bit perfunctory, he nodded casually, and walked towards the hall of Paramount in high spirits.

Miss Ling turned her head to look at the third master Shen again. Seeing that man's delicate face, his long and narrow eyes narrowed, he didn't look very happy, but she didn't say anything about the young man. She turned around and walked into the room calmly. The line was indifferent and knocked on the table: "Is there any information recently, you need to call me specially?"

"..."

There was a slight bitterness in Miss Ling's eyes.

If you weren't the best female spy in the sixth province, it would be almost impossible to see each other, let alone invite him here to speak alone. Every time she needs to desperately get some valuable information, she can send someone a message with joy and invite the third master to come to Paramount to see her.

Miss Ling concealed the bitterness in her eyes, stood up weakly, with a smile on her face, poured a cup of tea in her small hand, and placed it in front of the young marshal respectfully.

The other stared at her.