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    Someone changed a record on the gramophone, and the melodious and rhythmic sound of the violin sounded, which was refreshing.

    That familiar melody made Rong Jiashang pause suddenly.  Miss Li didn't have time to stop, she bumped into his arms and touched the young man's hard chest, her pretty face turned red instantly.

    "I'm sorry." Miss Li apologized hastily, "Did I hurt you when I stepped on you?"

    "It's okay." Rong Jiashang was a little absent-minded, as if all his attention was taken away by the music.

    "II'm not good at tango." Miss Li lowered her head shyly, "Mr. Rong must think I'm stupid, making you laugh. In fact, this is my first time at such a dance party, and I don't understand anything.  . If I did something wrong, please remind me."

    Being so shy and timid is enough to arouse the burning desire for protection in ordinary men, and they immediately start to caress and comfort her with gentle words.

    Rong Jiashang looked down at the girl's blushing face, with an indifferent expression and a hint of impatience.

    Wu Yunchi, who was hugging his female companion, passed by them and winked narrowly at Rong Jiashang.

    Rong Jiashang hesitated for a moment and said politely: "It doesn't matter, I will lead you to dance."

    He took another step and skillfully turned the girl in his arms around in a circle.

    Miss Li was hugged by his strong arms, her heart was surging, and a look of intoxication replaced her reserved restraint, occupying her facial expression.

    The familiar melody, the familiar scenes, and the strange girl in his arms all gave Rong Jiashang the feeling of being in a twisted dream.  He stepped and spun to the rhythm, dragging his clumsy partner with him, trying to finish the piece.  Fortunately, Ms. Li gradually adapted and was able to keep up with his pace and no longer stepped on his feet.

    The piano bursts out with intense rhythmic notes.  Rong Jiashang let go of his hand, and Miss Li was pushed away by his strength, then turned back and threw herself into his arms.

    The girl raised her head from Rong Jiashang's arms.  A delicate face, bright eyes, and a narrow, half-hearted smile at the corner of her mouth.

    Her waist is flexible and her steps are nimble, like a deer running in the forest.  Her eyes were like the cold stars in the night sky, and there were endless stories hidden in them.

    Rong Jiashang seemed to have stepped into a fantasy world, feeling relaxed and happy.

    The lights dimmed and the streamer flickered, like a shooting star across the sky, like a firefly flying across the swamp under the moon, like two intertwined melodies, like two unrestrained souls.  Flying lightly and gracefully, they echo each other and are inseparable.

    Du Lanxin put down her wine glass in surprise.  Wu Yunchi also let go of his female companion's waist, and both looked sideways at the intoxicated couple.

    Feng Shizhen looked into Rong Jiashang's eyes and asked playfully: "Rong Jiashang, why do you always think of me?"

    Rong Jia was shocked and instantly woke up from the illusion.  The fictional landscape crumbles like a shattered glass house to reveal the real world.

    A strange dance, a strange woman.  Only the music is familiar, reaching its climax, impassioned and resonating with the heartstrings.

    Rong Jiashang suddenly stopped.

    Ms. Li was panting, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were filled with spring water, and she looked at him in confusion.

    "I'm sorry." The tenderness in Rong Jiashang's eyes faded away like the tide, leaving only the deserted beach under the moonlight.

    He let go of Miss Li's waist: "I need to see someone."

    "Now?" Miss Li was stunned.

    "Sorry." Rong Jiashang took a step back, "There is something I need to confirm."

    He rubbed the girl¡¯s shoulder, strode away with decisive steps.

    Ms. Li was left alone on the dance floor, her face full of disbelief.

    In the quiet Rong Mansion, in the remote west hall, two bodyguards were playing cards in the living room.  Feng Shizhen entered the door and walked upstairs with his head buried.

    The tall bodyguard frowned slightly and followed Feng Shizhen's footsteps with his eyes.

    "It's your turn." The companion reminded.

    He then turned his head and threw four nines of hearts on the coffee table: "Explode!"

    Feng Shizhen walked upstairs unhurriedly, opened the door of the smoke room, and walked in.  There was a gramophone beside the smoke-room door.  She selected a vinyl record and put it in the gramophone.

    The soothing music echoed in this quiet autumn night, adding a bit of mood.

    Rong Dingkun was lying on the couch, covered with a thin blanket, half asleep and half awake, not paying attention to anyone walking in.

    At this time, he was very different from the past. The flesh on his face was loose, revealing??

    "Yes." Feng Shizhen endured the numbness and gently patted the back of Rong Dingkun's hand, "Tell me, Boss Rong. From now on, you can have a good sleep in peace."

    Rong Dingkun was comforted, his expression was relaxed and his eyes were distracted: "The goods are at Hongkou, Dongsheng North Road, Linjia Lane, No. 14."

    "you swear?"

    "I swear." Rong Dingkun's eyes flinched and he asked cautiously, "Ahe, I really have no choice. Why didn't you help me anymore? At this time, you were the one who forced me I don't want to eradicate the root cause.  , I have no choice. I want to live, is it wrong?"

    Based on these words, Feng Shizhen made a rough idea and instinctively felt a chill seeping into his bones.

    Presumably the two of them were competing for some benefit, and Rong Dingkun killed his friend for his own sake.  But he has a troubled conscience and has been haunted by the ghost of injustice in his dreams.

    Feng Shizhen sneered and said, "Boss Rong, go to sleep. Azhong won't come this time."

    Rong Dingkun hummed drowsily.  Feng Shizhen raised his hands to cover his eyes. He accepted the hint, closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became calmer.

    Feng Shizhen glanced gloomily, stood up and opened the door.

    Downstairs, the bodyguard opened the door, and Yang Xiucheng walked in quickly with a gust of wind.

    "Is the master here?"

    "Still in the smoke room."

    "When will you wake up?" Yang Xiucheng frowned, "I have an international telegram here and I need him to reply immediately."

    The bodyguard shook his head: "It will take a while. Mr. Yang will wait in the living room."

    Yang Xiucheng looked up.  Feng Shizhen quickly closed the door, leaned behind the door, and gritted his teeth.

    She looked down at her watch.  Eight twenty-five.

    In five minutes, the clock downstairs will ring.  When Yang Xiucheng heard the sound, he might check his watch and find that the clock was half an hour faster.  With his carefulness and suspicion, he must have guessed that someone had tampered with Zhong, and he would immediately come up to confirm Rong Dingkun's safety.

    There is only one window in the smoke room, but for safety, iron bars are installed.

    Feng Shizhen breathed rapidly and his eyes fell on Rong Dingkun again.

    What does Rong Dingkun hate most when people smoke?  She tried hard to recall what Sun Shaoqing had said in the past.  #####(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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