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    Sun Shaoqing carried his suitcase, got out of the taxi, and walked quickly across the long street towards the hotel opposite.

    "Miss." A man suddenly called her, "I want to ask for directions."

    Sun Shaoqing remembered Feng Shizhen¡¯s advice not to talk to strangers.  But the man was very well-dressed and looked very decent, like a decent man.  She couldn't help but stop.

    Just after this hesitation, she found herself surrounded by several men!

    A black car slowly parked on the side of the road.  The car window rolled down, and a man in a suit turned his head and smiled at Sun Shaoqing.  The light from the hotel shone on his handsome face, making him look more chiseled and his eyes were deep.

    "Ms. Sun, please don't be nervous. I just invite you to have a cup of tea and talk. I will send you to the boat on time tomorrow morning."

    Sun Shaoqing was horrified. He opened his mouth to scream, but something hard hit his waist.  She had followed Rong Dingkun for so long that she knew that what was pointing at her was a shuttle gun.

    The man who asked for directions came over, took Sun Shaoqing's suitcase with a smile, and pushed her into the car.

    The car door closed, ran over the puddles, and drove away.

    ¡°Go away¡ª¡ª¡± Rong Dingkun¡¯s roar was accompanied by the sound of broken cups.

    Yang Xiucheng stood up and looked up in surprise, and saw the door of the smoking room opened, and a young woman covered her face and rushed out disheveled.

    Yang Xiucheng hurriedly turned his head away, pretending not to see anything.

    The girl staggered back to the bedroom and slammed the door.

    Although Yang Xiucheng often entered the West Hall, Sun Shaoqing was a female dependent, and he rarely met and never spoke to him.  This scene happened so quickly that Yang Xiucheng felt embarrassed and did not raise any suspicion at all.  He heard the sound of the bedroom being locked, and knowing that the girl would not come out again, he went upstairs and entered the smoke room with the telegram in hand.

    The moment the smoke room door closed, the second hand ticked upward.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Whisper!  ¡ª¡ªThe clock in the west hall started to chime, and a little bird popped out and made a sweet sound.

    A soprano aria was playing on the gramophone in the smoke room, and the loud song covered up the ringing of the bells.

    The bodyguards began to pack away the playing cards, got up and went back to the small room to prepare for rest.

    The bell rang, the song finished playing, and silence returned to the house.  Feng Shizhen opened the door and had already put on his clothes.  She walked out on the soft carpet, set the clock back half an hour, then slipped downstairs quietly and left through the crack in the door.

    The night wind gradually became stronger, causing the shadows of the trees to sway like ghosts baring their teeth and claws.

    Feng Shizhen trotted against the wind and returned to the mansion.

    In the back kitchen, the young cook on night duty was flirting with a waiter, and Feng Shizhen's figure flashed past the window.

    "Who?" The footman glanced at him.

    "Where are you looking?" The cook turned the man's face back.

    Feng Shizhen went up to the second floor along the small staircase used by the servants.  Shaoxing opera from the radio downstairs floated in the empty corridor.  Feng Shizhen calmed down his intense heartbeat and breathing, walked gently up the main staircase to the third floor, and then walked down from the third floor.

    "Mr. Feng, haven't you rested yet?" Rong Fanglin heard footsteps and looked up to see Feng Shizhen walking down the stairs.

    Feng Shizhen said: "When I opened the window just now, a paper was blown downstairs. Come down and pick it up."

    She smiled, nodded towards Mrs. Rong and the aunt, and walked along the corridor towards the back door.

    There was a roaring car motor outside the gate.  Two lights flashed past, and the car drove into the courtyard gate.

    "It seems like your eldest brother is back." Mrs. Rong looked up at the grandfather clock and said with a smile, "It's just before nine o'clock, and it's really strange that he's back."

    Rong Jiashang quickly walked through the courtyard gate and stood on the grass, looking at the Rong family's bungalow standing in the night.

    His heart was beating fiercely in his chest, like an overloaded pump pumping hot blood to his limbs.  There was a voice in his head, constantly urging him, guiding him in the direction of that person.

    Rong Jiashang strode into the mansion, without even looking at the women in the living room, he ran straight upstairs.

    Mrs. Rong had a sullen face and poked the yarn ball hard.

    Rong Jiashang panted rapidly, shook his hand tightly, and knocked on Feng Shizhen's door.

    No one answered.

    The door was unlocked, Rong Jiashang pushed it open, and there was no one inside.

    Where did you go?

    &nbsRemember you?  "

    The old woman had already walked out of the back door, looking this way with interest, tilting her head to listen.

    "You don't even know, how could I know?" Feng Shizhen walked towards the back door of the house with a cold face.

    Rong Jia subconsciously raised her arm to stop her: "I haven't finished speaking yet."

    Feng Shizhen said angrily: "I have no obligation to stay and listen to you humiliate me."

    Rong Jiashang grabbed her hand: "Don't you want to get close to me on purpose?"

    Feng Shizhen took a deep breath, raised his arm, and slapped Rong Jiashang on the face.

    Rong Jiashang was stunned.

    Like a dog with its prey in its mouth, the old lady ran back to the living room to ask for credit from Mrs. Rong. She shouted excitedly: "Madam, it's not good! The young master was drunk and bullied Miss Feng from behind. She slapped her in the face!"

    When - at nine o'clock, the grandfather clock rang.

    The ball of wool in Mrs. Rong¡¯s arms fell to the ground.  Rong Fanglin dropped the milk glass with a clang.  #####(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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