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    "Miss Feng." Rong Jiashang tilted his head slightly and smiled gracefully.

    A wisp of elegant fragrance floats in the air, which is the scent of the perfume he carefully selected.

    "Mr. Rong." Feng Shizhen handed over the wrapped gift with a smile, "I wish you a happy birthday. May you have this day every year and this day every year."

    "What is it?" Rong Jia weighed it and felt that the box was quite heavy.

    "Take it apart and take a look." Feng Shizhen's eyes flashed with intelligence.

    Rongjia became interested and unpacked the package in two clicks and opened the box.

    "This isa sextant?"

    Feng Shizhen nodded: "Navigators in the past used this instrument to find directions. You said you wanted to be a pilot. I think flying in the sky is equivalent to sailing in the sea of ??clouds. Jiashang, I hope you can one day  Let go and pursue your dreams, and be a free and fearless captain above the blue sky."

    The pure copper sextant lay heavily in Rong Jiashang's hand. He felt a strong current running through his back, making his heart almost stop beating.

    "I" Rong Jiashang stared at the young woman with a gentle smile, intense emotions rushing through his chest, about to explode.

    "Shizhen, I"

    "Brother." Rong Fanghua suddenly interrupted with a cheerful voice, "Let me introduce you. This is Miss Hashimoto I mentioned to you. Shiori, this is me -"

    "A Shang?"

    The bored expression suddenly froze.  Rong Jiashang slowly turned around.

    The water vapor from the mountain city of Chongqing seems to be floating on the tip of the nose, mixed with the fragrance of magnolia flowers in the girl's hair.  The sun never penetrates the moist clouds and mist, and crystal dew condenses on the grass blades.

    Rong Jiashang lay on the big stone and looked at the girl dancing to the sound of the piano in the music classroom.

    The girl suddenly turned her head and smiled at him: "How long are you going to peek at me?"

    The young man in the military school uniform almost fell off the stone.  This was the first time in his life that he experienced a heartbeat.

    "It's you? Is it really you?" The girl staggered forward two steps, her eyes filled with tears of joy.  She whimpered and flew into Rong Jiashang's arms like a white bird.

    Rong Jiashang took a step back to catch her, and whispered: "Poetry"

    "Do you know each other?" Rong Fanghua was surprised.

    Rong Jiashang supported the crying girl and looked at Feng Shizhen in confusion.

    Feng Shizhen has walked down the stairs, looking at Hashimoto Shiori with curiosity in his eyes.

    It was a young girl with a slender figure and a Japanese schoolgirl hair style.  She has fair skin, delicate facial features, and light eyebrows. When she cries, she looks like pear blossoms with rain, and is very pitiful.

    The girl raised her head from Rong Jiashang's arms, her moist eyes flashing with crystal clear eyes, looking up at Rong Jiashang.

    "Shang, isn't your surname Tang? How come you have become Fang Hua's eldest brother again?"

    "Tang?" Rong Fanghua said, "I see. When my eldest brother was studying in Chongqing, my father was afraid that he would not be safe, so he asked him to use his uncle's surname. Shizhi, did you know each other in Chongqing?"

    Hashimoto Shiori nodded with tears in her eyes: "Isn't it true? Fanghua, do you still remember the boy I told you about who always secretly puts flowers on my windowsill?"

    "Could that person be the eldest brother?" Rong Fanghua suddenly realized, "Oh my god, I never thought that eldest brother would do such a romantic thing!"

    Feng Shizhen¡¯s expression did not change, but the smile in his eyes disappeared.  Rong Jia felt a throbbing pain in her upper left chest, and subconsciously pushed Shiori Hashimoto out of her arms.

    "A Shang?" Hashimoto Shiori was startled, his eyes filled with sadness.  She bit her lip and forced a smile: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't bother you crying and making trouble in such an occasion."

    "It's nothing." Rong Jiashang said hurriedly, "I'm so surprised. Shi'er, what's your situation now?"

    Hashimoto Shiori sighed: "What a trick of fate. Not long after you left, my father sent someone to take us home, and my brother and I restored our identities. I also wanted to find you, but found that I didn't know where to go.  He Xinqi. I thought I would miss you in this life, but I didn¡¯t expect that we would meet again under such circumstances. Ah Shang, when you said goodbye, you said we would meet again if we were destined. You were right.  .¡±

    Recalling the past events of his youth, Rong Jiashang's expression gradually became gentle: "You seem to be doing well."

    Hashimoto Shiori is wearing a pink dance skirt, jeweled. She is no longer the poor, elegant and shy female student who always wore a white shirt and black skirt.

    "You?Shixun and his sister saw something, "The Japanese are very ambitious, and they have been making more and more moves in the Northeast recently. Rong Dingkun himself is also a big poisonous insect. When they get together, they are really a nest of snakes and rats.  Birds of a feather flock together¡­¡±

    Feng Shizhen said subconsciously: "Why are you saying the same thing as Rong Jiashang?"

    "Young Master Rong would talk about his family like this? Don't be ridiculous." Feng Shixun disagreed.

    The spotlight illuminated the band stage, and the bustling hall gradually became quiet. Everyone knew that the host was about to speak.  Rong Jiashang held Du Lanxin, who was already a little tipsy, with a dull expression on his arm, and walked towards the two parents waiting by the stage.

    In this quiet moment, the loud singing of the footman at the door seemed clear and abrupt, and penetrated into everyone's ears.

    "Wynn Bank, Boss Meng congratulates¡ª¡ª"

    Feng Shizhen's breath was suffocated, and the arm holding his brother couldn't help but tremble.

    Everyone in the place, whether they knew the visitor or not, turned to look at him.

    The tall and muscular man, wearing a crisp suit and a suit coat, strode in in full view of everyone.  He was like a cheetah, calmly stepping into the territory of its prey, and like a burst of cold snow water, instantly washing away the warmth of the place.

    And precisely because he gathered everyone¡¯s attention, no one noticed Rong Dingkun¡¯s face that suddenly lost all color.

    "Know?" Feng Shixun noticed his sister's strange expression.

    "How could it be?" Feng Shizhen said lightly.

    Meng Xuan took off his hat gracefully, revealing a handsome and slightly gloomy face. He looked past the crowd to the stage where the lights were focused, and looked directly at Rong Dingkun's stiff face.  He smiled gently and politely, as if showing his fangs to his prey.

    "Boss Rong, you are well."#####(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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