City of Streamer

Once, it was just a dance. "

"It's not just a dance." Rong Jia shook his head, "I know, it should have other intentions for you."

Feng Shizhen said meaningfully: "I really want to know?"

Rong Jiashang looked at her earnestly and attentively, and listened attentively.

The guests spun in unison to the soaring melody. Rong Jia was slightly distracted and let go of his hand, Feng Shizhen slipped out of his arms and ran away.

A pair of strong arms supported Feng Shizhen behind themselves, held her hand, turned her around, and hugged her into his arms.

All the guests also exchanged dance partners.

"It's my turn." Meng Xian nodded slightly towards Rong Jiashang.

In that instant, the surging crowd of joy separated Feng Shizhen and the others from Rong Jiashang.

The sloppy mind returned to his position instantly, Feng Shizhen's back was cold, as if he was dragged back to the cold cellar from the warm sun, and the smile that was too late to fade was frozen on the corner of his lips. His waist was tightly embraced by the man's firm arms, and he felt an uncomfortable feeling of being held hostage.

Different from Rong Jiashang's dexterous guidance, Meng Xian's attitude is very firm and domineering, and does not allow the female partner to move autonomously, and all must follow his command. On the dance floor, he seems to be the overlord who manipulates everything and can do whatever he wants.

Feng Shizhen didn't like it, but he could only try his best to cooperate and keep up with Meng Xian's footsteps.

"Laughing so happily, it seems that Rong Jiashang is really a likable person." Meng Xu'an whispered into Feng Shizhen's ear in a low voice, "Do you really like him that much?"

"No one likes a person with a stinky face all day long." Feng Shizhen lowered his eyes, "If I don't respond to him, how can he get along with me?"

"It seems that the fish is almost hooked." Meng Xian said.

"Pay attention, Seventh Master." Feng Shizhen said softly, "Everyone is looking at this side."

Indeed, both Rong Jiashang and Feng Shixun, who cared about his sister, looked at them from time to time. Plus those ladies who are attracted by Meng Xu'an's handsome appearance. They are a very impressive couple on the field.

"Be careful, Shizhen," Meng Xu'an chuckled, "I reminded you repeatedly, don't be dragged into the water by the fish."

"I take the words of the seventh master in my heart." Feng Shizhen said coldly, "Don't worry, the seventh master, I have my own measure and will not delay our plan."

Meng Xian raised his eyebrows and smiled, and leaned down sharply to follow the melody. Feng Shizhen took a breath, fell back in his arms, and was pulled up by him again. Her heart was beating wildly, and she felt the man's displeasure and warning.

"Don't forget your original intention of entering Rong's house." Meng Xu'an's expression was gentle, but his tone was as cold as ice, "If you go home and see Lingtang's appearance, it will make your mind clearer. Besides, he is a rich and powerful family. Son, and you..."

"And I'm just a poor tutor." Feng Shizhen sneered through gritted teeth, "I don't need Seven Master to remind me of my identity."

"I'm relieved that you are so awake." Meng Xu'an grinned.

Feng Shizhen was pulled and turned around by him domineeringly, like a doll in a man's hand that he was allowed to play with. She was dizzy, her brows wrinkled patiently, her teeth clenched, and she resisted unyieldingly.

Meng Xian seemed to appreciate her embarrassed yet stubborn appearance, and her pleasant low smile was like the low cry of a cello.

"I really like the way you are stubborn but have to be tame, Sejin."

Feng Shizhen turned his face away in disgust, and saw Yu Zhihui in a pretty white dress dancing with Rong Dingkun.

Rong Dingkun was originally upset by the uninvited Meng Xu'an, but now he was holding his young and beautiful niece, his face flushed, and he was enjoying it very much.

"Eighteen years have passed." Meng Xian said, "Rong Dingkun's preferences have never changed. But he doesn't like you, how strange you say."

Feng Shizhen said indifferently: "If a son likes it, it doesn't matter if the father likes it or not."

Meng Xu'an was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

Feng Shizhen rolled his eyes slightly.

Meng Xian suddenly grabbed Feng Shizhen's waist and lifted her up sharply. His strength was great and fierce, and it was completely irresistible. Feng Shizhen was caught off guard for the second time, and was so frightened that he grabbed his arm tightly.

"You're too nervous, Shizhen." Meng Xu'an smiled and put Feng Shizhen down, "You should learn to enjoy more. After all, you are so beautiful tonight."

He bent down and kissed the back of Feng Shizhen's hand, like a perfect gentleman. Then, forcefully and deftly pushed her. Feng Shizhen turned around, and just turned into the arm that Yang Xiucheng had just vacated.

Yang Xiucheng smiled unexpectedly, "Isn't Miss Feng continuing to dance with Mr. Meng?"

Feng Shizhen's expression changed and he complained, "This Mr. Meng is really a bag of inquiries. He asks about everything, and he has a lot of power. He managed to escape from him with great difficulty."

"What did he ask you?" Yang Xiucheng was vigilant.

"It's just some daily things. How do you teach, how do you get along with the Rong family. Oh, by the way, there's also Miss Sun's business."

Yang Xiucheng hurriedly asked, "What did you tell him?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Yang, I still know the rules." Feng Shizhen comforted him and said, "I never tell outsiders about the length of the owner. Besides, he is slick, and I don't want to talk to him too much. It's Mr. Yang, I I see that you came with Miss Yu today. Is your good thing near?"

Yang Xiucheng subconsciously glanced at Yu Zhihui who was dancing with Rong Dingkun.

Yu Zhihui was wearing that little silver and white dress, which stood out in the bright purple and red, like a white peony with dewdrops. Rong Dingkun was not warm to her in the past, but now he is chatting and laughing with her.

Yang Xiucheng frowned uncomfortably and didn't speak.

"It seems that I said something wrong, please don't mind Mr. Yang." Feng Shizhen sneered, "When Miss Yu came to borrow a dress before, when she talked about your business, there was hope."

"It turns out that her aunt borrowed her dress." Yang Xiucheng's displeasure became even more serious.

"Master gave her to her." Feng Shizhen said, "Master Rong loves Miss Yu very much. As soon as she heard that she didn't have a skirt for the dance, he immediately gave her one."

Yang Xiucheng's face was blue, as if he had eaten peppercorns by mistake, and the corners of his mouth twitched for a while.

Yu Zhihui is pure and beautiful, just like the lovers of Rong Dingkun's past. No one is more aware of Rong Dingkun's fascination with such female students than Yang Xiucheng, who has been following Rong Dingkun. However, Yu Zhihui is his niece. Should he not...

"Don't Mr. Yang think that Miss Yu is very beautiful tonight?" Feng Shizhen said with a smile.

Yang Xiucheng was confused and subconsciously asked: "What is Miss Feng trying to imply to me?"

Feng Shizhen said innocently: "I think you are a good match for your talents and looks. If I get too busy, please don't mind Mr. Yang."

Yang Xiucheng's expression softened: "Miss Feng is very enthusiastic, but I am over-hearted. Maybe Zhihui and I are still a little short of fate."

Feng Shizhen said softly: "I think, the most beautiful relationship in this world is childhood sweethearts, who are always together. Fate, in fact, sometimes needs to be maintained artificially. If you do your best, you will never let go. Late."

Yang Xiucheng was stunned and lost in thought.

Feng Shizhen could feel that he was shaken, so he didn't say any more. The two danced in silence for another moment, then parted as they changed partners.

Wu Yunchi smiled and hugged Feng Shizhen: "After waiting for a long time, I can finally dance half a dance with Miss Feng."

He has never been serious, and Feng Shizhen doesn't care about him.

"Miss Feng is so beautiful today," Wu Yunchi complimented, "it's like she's changed."

"No matter how beautiful it is, it's only a matter of one night, and it will change back after midnight." Feng Shizhen said humbly, "A borrowed skirt always has to be returned."

Wu Yunchi said: "I think Miss Feng has a temperament of Tsinghua University, she doesn't look like someone who will be impoverished forever."

"Young Master Wu can still look at your face?" Feng Shizhen teased, "Then I accept your blessing. If you make a fortune in the future, I will definitely give you a generous gift."

Wu Yunchi approached with a smile, "I can do anything else, do you want Miss Feng to know?"

Feng Shizhen smiled sweetly and stepped on Wu Yunchi's shoe. Wu Yunchi stumbled, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and his body staggered for a while.

"You really..."

"Really strong?" Feng Shizhen's eyes were sharp like knives, "Do you really think we don't know when you men talk about women behind their backs?"

Wu Yunchi looked at Feng Shizhen up and down in surprise, and smiled with interest, "No wonder Jia Shang is so fascinated by you."

Feng Shizhen sank his face, "Young Master Wu, please pay attention to the words you use, and be careful not to scratch your ears."

Wu Yunchi had a hilarious face, "When I don't get slapped by a girl, I feel uncomfortable. I really don't know when I will be slapped by Miss Feng's jade hand."

Feng Shizhen really has nothing to do with this kind of shit, and it's not easy to slap him in the face in public.

Feng Shizhen was inconvenient to slap a man in the face, but Yu Zhihui didn't have so many scruples.

After Yu Zhihui and Rong Dingkun separated with changing partners, Meng Xian took over. Meng Xian was handsome, dressed in a luxurious suit, an expensive gold watch, and had an air of masculinity. Yu Zhihui's heart was like a deer, and she unconsciously showed her most gentle and elegant gesture, knowing that men like this.

But her joy did not last long. Meng Xian looked at her with a smile, and asked, "Where did you borrow the dance dress from?"

Yu Zhihui seemed to have been splashed by a basin of cold water on the head, making her whole body cold. #####

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Meng Xu'an's frivolous eyes swept up and down Yu Zhihui's slender figure, and deliberately stayed on her chest for a while: "Miss, is she still studying?"

It was also the first time that Yu Zhihui had met such a brazen man. She was so frightened that she forgot to run away and said dumbly, "I...study at Jinling Women's University..."

"I like female students the most." Meng Xian's smile deepened, "Simple and obedient, and very clean. Would you like to be my friend? I'm much more generous than Boss Rong. At least, I won't use this method. The zircon necklace will send you away..."

"Snapped-"

Meng Xian's face turned to one side.

Yu Zhihui was trembling with anger, her face flushed, and she turned and ran away. Meng Xian rubbed his chin and smiled indifferently.

There was so much trouble over there, Feng Shizhen and the others also saw it.

"This guy surnamed Meng is interesting." Wu Yunchi said with a smile, "I thought he was an ordinary wealthy businessman, but I didn't expect him to be so secretive. I think he found Uncle Rong, and I'm afraid it's a bad visitor."

Feng Shizhen said: "With such a large family business, the Rong family is still afraid of him? He is not the only bank in Shanghai. Just don't do business with their family."

Wu Yunchi only thought that Feng Shizhen was just a female teacher, he didn't understand the world, and he didn't explain it to her in detail. His eyes swept to one place, and he suddenly pushed Feng Shizhen out with a smile.

A pair of familiar arms quickly caught Feng Shizhen.

Rong Jia's chest was warm and hard, and his arms wrapped tightly around the woman's flexible waist. Feng Shizhen felt his body light up, his feet were off the ground, and he was carried around by the man.

The lights were as bright as the sun, and the crowd swirled around. The four eyes are facing each other, nothing but each other.

"I caught you again." Rong Jiashang's deep laughter vibrated in his chest, dispelling all the haze of intrigue and making this round dance return to its original romance.

Under the shining lights, the young man's handsome face was clearly defined, and his eyes were like the night sky in late autumn.

Feng Shizhen suddenly had the urge to leave here with him, to leave everything.

"Shizhen, you can't escape now." Rong Jia hugged Feng Shizhen's waist tightly, "Have you figured out how to answer that question?"

Feng Shizhen lowered his eyes, his eyes went over the tip of Rong Jia's nose and landed on his moist lips and delicately contoured chin.

In my memory, the young man in white standing far away on the other side, the handsome young man with high indifference like a snow-capped mountain peak, is embracing her at the moment, with a warm smile, like the dry golden sunlight of autumn.

The figure she once thought was in another world was now so close to her that she could hear the other's vigorous heartbeat, and was so close that she would be burned by the scorching body temperature of the young man.

Why did she ask him to dance in the first place?

It's not just that I want to try my hand with this man to see if I have the charm to seduce men.

More, she wants to try, how close she can get to the moon after all, and how far away she is from the beautiful world with full moon and flowers that she has missed.

Before she knew it, she walked across the river beach covered with ice and gravel with her bare feet, and walked to him step by step. And he didn't know how she came this way, he didn't know her hesitation, and he didn't know the direction she was going to go in the future.

"Shizhen?" Rong Jiashang insisted, "Just say it. I won't laugh at you."

There was a sour warmth in Feng Shizhen's heart, as if something had finally melted and flowed into her limbs, making her languid and losing the strength to continue resisting.

"Seeing the gentleman, Yunhu doesn't like it..."

The woman whispered softly, her eyes seemed to be full of bright moonlight.

At this moment, Rong Jiashang heard the sound of something collapsing in his heart.

The music slowly stopped with a long tail. People stopped panting, laughing and applauding.

The two of them still stood holding hands, as if frozen by magic, indulging in the feeling of the electric current that disturbed the heartbeat.

"Shizhen..." Rong Jia choked up in his throat and said with difficulty, "I actually..."

The lights went out all of a sudden, and exclamations sounded.

Then, a bright beam of light was projected towards the crowd, shining on Rong Jiashang and Feng Shizhen, who were still hugging each other.

Before Rong Jia could react, Feng Shizhen broke free from his arms, took a big step back, and retreated from the light into the darkness. Rong Jia's upper arms were empty, and his face was blank.

The birthday song played. The guests suddenly realized, clapped their hands, and sang in unison.

The crowd separated, Rong Fanglin and Rong Fanghua walked out with the birthday cake in person, and Rong Dingkun and his wife also came hand in hand.

"Happy birthday, Jia Shang." Du Lanxin stepped forward with a pointed hat, put it on Rong Jia with a smile, and then kissed him on the face.

The guests booed, and someone whistled. Du Lanxin snuggled into Rong Jiashang's arms, like a lazy Persian cat.

Hashimoto Shiori looked shocked, as if he had been slapped a few times in one breath, but he couldn't react.

Rong Jiashang's expression was numb, she hugged Du Lanxin and mechanically nodded her thanks to the congratulatory guests.

Feng Shizhen stood not far away, smiling and applauding along with the crowd. The eyes of the two seemed to meet across a distant time and space, connecting two different worlds.

"Thank you all for your support today." Rong Dingkun patted his son's shoulder and said loudly, "When the child is old, he always has to leave his parents' arms and go out to start a family and start a business independently. The dog is still studying, and he is not in a hurry to start a business. But we can start a family first. Our Rong family and the Du family are also good families. Miss Du is beautiful, intelligent, considerate and sensible. My wife and I like her very much. She and Jiashang are in love with each other and have a deep relationship. Taking advantage of this good opportunity today, I would like to announce to you the good news that the two will soon conclude the relationship between Qin and Jin. I also hope that there will be a wedding in the future, and you can all come and support."

As soon as the voice fell, the congratulations of the guests spread like a tide in all directions, and also cut off the drifting sight.

Shiori Hashimoto staggered a step backwards, then turned around and pushed the crowd away, and ran away. The Rong family sisters looked at each other in dismay, and then chased her away.

The sound of music and laughter brought the atmosphere to a climax.

The crowd was moving, and Feng Shizhen was pushed back step by step.

Through the gap between the figures, Rong Jiashang took out a small velvet box from his arms, took out the big shiny and beautiful diamond ring, and put it on Du Lanxin's slender fingers.

The guests burst into cheers again.

The last thing Feng Shizhen saw was that Rong Jiashang smiled and hugged Du Lanxin affectionately, just like he hugged himself just now.

Then, Meng Xian grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the crowd.

In the early winter, the wind outside is damp and cold. With bare arms, Feng Shizhen came out of the warm room suddenly, only to feel a coolness from outside and inside, soaking into her internal organs, making her teeth feel chilly.

Meng Xian took off his suit and put it on her shoulder.

The door behind him slowly closed, isolating the laughter and laughter in the room. Only the bright light shined through the carved glass, reflecting the clear outlines of the two's faces, revealing a sinister meaning.

There is no moon in the night sky, only a few sparse stars twinkle in the sky. There were some guests in the courtyard, mostly young couples in pairs, not afraid of the cold, hiding in the corners where the courtyard lights couldn't shine and whispering.

Feng Shizhen drank a cloud of white mist and asked, "Is there any smoke?"

Meng Xian pulled out a cigar.

"Better." Feng Shizhen laughed and put it between his lips.

Meng Xian struck a match and lit it for her. In the past, she always lit a cigarette for herself, but today she finally turned around.

Feng Shizhen took a deep breath, exhaled white smoke, and stood leaning against the railing. She lowered her head, most of her face was immersed in shadows, and she couldn't see her expression clearly.

Meng Xian leaned against the pillar, stared at her and smiled, "If you want to cry, I still have a handkerchief here."

"Why are you crying?" Feng Shizhen raised his head, his eyes were clear, and there was not even a trace of water, "I already knew that they were going to announce their engagement today. I found them in Rong Dingkun's small study. marriage contract."

Meng Xian nodded in satisfaction, took out the cigar between her fingers, and took a breath.

"The Du family is not only rich, Du's second child is also the next quasi-director of the customs. Rong Dingkun is particularly optimistic about this second benefit. He just needs an opportunity to expand his transportation channel. Now that this channel has been opened, his The stolen goods can be shipped abroad more easily.”

Feng Shizhen raised his eyebrows sideways: "I want to ask you something. How did you deal with the last batch of goods?"

"That batch of Ming Dynasty antiques?" Meng Xu'an said, "Don't worry, I didn't embezzle it. Now there are wars everywhere, and the government is useless. If you hand it back to the government, you don't know which commander will sell it for military salaries the next day. And this batch of cultural relics is tricky. Very, it is not appropriate to entrust it to anyone. So, I buried them again."

"Buried?" Feng Shizhen really didn't expect such a result.

"Buried in a place that no one knows about." Meng Xian held his cigar and smiled meaningfully, "Shizhen, some things are national weapons, and they don't belong to anyone."

Feng Shizhen nodded thoughtfully. #####

fifty-nine

"Speaking of which, now that he's engaged, what are your plans?" Meng Xian said, "With multiple fiancées on the side, you won't have many chances to get close to him in the future."

"It's more than a fiancée." Feng Shizhen said, "It turns out that the third lady of the Hashimoto Club is Rong Jiashang's previous girlfriend in Chongqing."

"It's news." Meng Xu'an was a little surprised, "I had a fiancee before, and an old lover later. Young Master Rong is very happy. Your situation is not good."

"Seventh Master is the president of others." Feng Shizhen chuckled, his face in the light and shadow, revealing a rare cold determination, "It's just a fight for favor. Since I can let Rong Jiashang take me back to Rong Home, how can there be no way to continue to win over him?"

Meng Xu'an said, "Even if the fish has already been hooked, you can't take it lightly before you catch it."

"Seventh Master, Rong Jia is only one of my tasks." Feng Shizhen was a little impatient, "Our purpose is what we can do through him. Don't think that I'm only useful to seduce men just because I'm a woman. "

"You are my apprentice, and I have never underestimated you." Meng Xian threw most of the cigars left on the ground and crushed them with his leather shoes.

"Let me help you." He smiled meaningfully, his eyes burning like a wolf staring at its prey. "To let men make a choice, they often just need to give them the right stimulus."

Before he finished speaking, people were already bullied.

It was too late for Feng Shizhen to feel that something was wrong. The man shrouded down like a falcon hunting, suppressed Feng Shizhen, and kissed him fiercely.

It's not even a kiss.

Feng Shizhen only felt a great pressure on his lips, and a strong masculine breath filled his nose. Meng Xian almost swallowed her alive, crushing her lips with force, prying open her teeth, and teasing her panic-stricken tongue recklessly.

And this only happened for a very short period of time. Feng Shizhen reacted immediately and began to struggle. But Meng Xian's firm arms tightened, hugged her whole, and pressed her against the wall.

Feng Shizhen felt that his ribs were about to be crushed, and he stood upside down with all the hair on his body.

"Let go of her!"

With a roar, Meng Xian was pulled away vigorously. Rong Jia's fist caught the wind and slammed into his face fiercely, knocking him back, almost falling.

Feng Shizhen's knees trembled, leaning against the wall and gasping for breath.

Rong Jia glanced at her blue face, and then rushed towards Meng Xian.

This time Meng Xian was ready and accurately caught the fist that Rong Jiashang waved.

"Stop fighting!" Feng Shizhen whispered, looking towards the hall for fear that someone might see it.

Rong Jiashang turned a deaf ear, and instantly had a few tricks with Meng Xian. Meng Xu'an looked at him silently on weekdays, but his skills were actually very good, and he neutralized all the attacks.

"Stop hitting!" Feng Shizhen took two steps forward and shouted at Rong Jia with a livid face, "Do you want others to know that I was molested by a man again?"

She gritted her teeth when she said the word "again", like a basin of cold water poured down on her head. Rong Jiashang stopped, panting, his eyes were red, like a leopard in anger.

"Young people have good skills." Meng Xian slowly adjusted his cuffs, "Have you practiced seriously?"

Rong Jiashang stared at him fiercely, his face was hideous, and his eyes were burning with hatred.

"If you get close to her again, I will destroy your whole family!"

Rong Jia turned around and grabbed Feng Shizhen's hand, dragged her away.

Feng Shizhen staggered and turned to look at Meng Xian.

The bridge of Meng Xian's nose was red and swollen, and he showed her a playful smile, his thick eyebrows raised slightly, as if he was asking for credit.

"Ignore him!" Rong Jiashang tore off Meng Xian's coat that was draped over Feng Shizhen's shoulders, threw it on the ground, and dragged her into a small door.

In the door was the smoking room next to the living room, lighted on, but fortunately no guests were there.

The warm air in the room dissipated the cold air from both of them. But Ke Rong Jia never let go of his hand. He hugged Feng Shizhen's arm tightly, domineering and possessive.

"Okay." Feng Shizhen pushed him away.

Rong Jiashang grabbed her arm angrily: "I said Meng Xu'an had bad intentions, why are you still alone with him? Did you listen to me?"

Feng Shizhen took a deep breath and said coldly, "I don't need your consent to interact with anyone, right?"

Rong Jia roared: "He's so light on you, you're still not angry?"

"Of course I'm angry." Feng Shizhen said, "but it's not your turn to scold me."

She shook off Rong Jia's hand and walked towards the door.

Rong Jiashang chased after him and grabbed him, his eyes full of unspeakable fiery.

Outside the door, there are guests talking and laughing passing by, and it is possible to push the door and enter at almost any time.

"Let go." Feng Shizhen whispered, "I should go back...you should go back too."

Rong Jia's hands were like iron pliers, and he held her hand tightly, so strong that Feng Shizhen frowned in pain.

"Jia Shang, let go!"

"Sir..." Rong Jia spoke up, but his voice was very hoarse, almost not like his. And his focused eyes are so deep, like an abyss.

"Do you like men like Meng Xian?"

"What do you want to say?" Feng Shizhen frowned, "Do you want to say that I asked for it just now?"

"No!" Rong Jiashang gritted his teeth hard, "I just don't know what you're thinking. Sir... Shizhen, what kind of man do you like? Meng Xu'an is so old and mature?"

Feng Shizhen clenched his hand hard: "You are making trouble without reason!"

"I can do it too!" Admiral Rong Jia pulled Feng Shizhen in front of him and looked into her eyes, "If you like a man like that, I can do it too."

Feng Shizhen stopped struggling.

The young man's eyes were as firm as a rock, and his handsome face was slightly red with excitement.

"Shizhen, as long as you give me a little time. I will grow up quickly. I will be better than him!"

Feng Shizhen felt that he was like a stone, being dragged into the water by an irresistible force and dragged into the depths.

She suddenly felt panic, pushed Rong Jia up abruptly, and hurried towards the door.

The door was pulled open and closed again with a slam by Rong Jia.

The body was twisted forcibly, the back of the head was clasped by the palm, the shadow shrouded down, and there was heavy pressure on the lips.

This is a kiss that is as domineering as Meng Xu'an, but a bit gentler. Perhaps it was because of this tenderness, or the refreshingly masculine scent of the youth, that Feng Shizhen was horrified and forgot to struggle.

Rong Jia tossed and sucked her lips, and then deepened the kiss.

A numbing electric current ran through his back, and Feng Shizhen softened as if he had been cramped. Rong Jia hugged her, pressed her against the door, kissed her recklessly, and greedily asked for it. The way he kissed was very serious and full of pity, which made the person he kissed feel a sense of happiness.

Feng Shizhen's eyes slowly closed.

It turns out that being kissed by this man is what it feels like.

It was as if I was in the clouds, and I was so light that I didn't know why, my whole body was electrified, and it was like being immersed in hot spring water, and I felt a weakness in my fingers.

"Shizhen..." Rong Jiashang whispered in her ear, kissing her earlobe with his lips, and rubbing the tip of his nose against her neck, sniffing her breath like a faithful wolf.

"Trust me…"

His lips were covered again, smashing the words Feng Shizhen had managed to organize into pieces.

She couldn't help but start kissing back, wanting to taste the other's warm lips.

Rong Jiashang felt it, was ecstatic, hugged her hard, and completely imprisoned this slender and flexible body in his arms.

The lips fell along the chin and the side of the neck, and the sharp teeth seemed to pierce the thin skin at any time.

The sharp pain made Feng Shizhen wake up instantly.

What is she doing?

Feng Shizhen pushed Rong Jia away as if he was being scalded.

Rong Jia was caught off guard and took two steps back, staring blankly at Feng Shizhen.

Both of them were gasping for breath, as if they had just been running. The invisible cover disappeared, and the music and laughter from outside the door came to their ears again.

Feng Shizhen felt hot and cold for a while, feeling unbelievable. She glanced around blankly before thinking of twisting the doorknob.

Rong Jia's hand rested heavily on the door.

"Get out of the way!" Feng Shizhen shouted in a low voice.

"No!" Rong Jiashang restrained her stubbornly, "Listen to me. I...I like you."

As the words came out, Rong Jiashang felt that the depression in his chest was gone. Like a river bursting its banks, white waves pouring and rushing, and like a machine that has been dusty for a long time suddenly connected to the circuit. At that moment, the turbulent feelings finally had a place to vent, and the sky and the earth suddenly became bright.

It turned out that it was such a comfortable and pleasant thing to say this sentence.

"I like you, Shizhen!" Rong Jiashang resolutely increased his tone, and embraced Feng Shizhen back into his arms from behind.

Feng Shizhen was as dull as a puppet.

"Give me some time, Sejin. I'll grow up as you like. I'll protect you, take care of you..."

"Eldest young master!" Feng Shizhen interrupted Rong Jia's affectionate confession coldly, "I don't know what will happen to you in the future. But now you are like those men, marrying wives and having children while telling other women With love words and promises. Do you think I would want such a man?"

Rong Jiashang was stunned.

Feng Shizhen struggled out of his arms, turned around and pushed him back two steps, staring at him angrily. She held her hands in a defensive posture, her face was blue, and her whole body was trembling.

"What do you think of me, Rong Jia? You announced your engagement ten minutes ago, and you turned around and confessed to me. Is this what you said you like?"

"No..." Rong Jia was at a loss, reaching out to pull Feng Shizhen, but she was thrown away.

"Du Lanxin and I have no relationship at all. This marriage is just a transaction." Rong Jiashang said cautiously, "I only like you, Shizhen."

"Then I thank you for your appreciation." Feng Shizhen was surprisingly calm, "but I'm sorry, I can't respond to you."

"Don't do this." Rong Jiashang looked at her in despair, "Give me a chance. I will handle Du Lanxin well..."

"How to deal with it?" Feng Shizhen asked sharply, "Dissolve the engagement?"

Rong Jia hesitated for a moment. #####

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Feng Shizhen sneered: "Or do you think that the fiancee will use it to make up the facade, and then have a confidante to explain the words gently?"

"No!" Rong Jiashang denied immediately, "I won't do this! I won't be like my father."

Feng Shizhen took a deep breath and did not speak.

"You're right." Rong Jiashang lowered his head, "I'm very irresponsible. I'm not qualified to woo you in this situation. So, I want to ask you to give me some time."

Feng Shizhen had gradually calmed down, and suddenly felt uncomfortable.

A person who has worked hard for a long time and finally caught the fish ashore, looked at the fish in the basin, but did not have much joy in the harvest.

Isn't that what she wants? Why are you still unhappy?

"Shizhen." Rong Jiashang said cautiously, "I like you, sincerely."

Confession is like a curse, every time Rong Jia speaks it out, it can have a devastating impact on Feng Shizhen's world. She felt that she couldn't resist a few more times, and the only way was to get out of here quickly, away from this man who would make her out of control.

She opened the door this time, but Rong Jiashang did not stop her. He looked at her sadly, like an abandoned puppy.

"I'm serious." Rong Jia said, "You just need to give me a little time."

"Jia Shang," Feng Shizhen held the doorknob tightly, not daring to look back, "We are not suitable."

"No." Rong Jiashang laughed suddenly, "We are a match made in heaven. You actually know it."

Feng Shizhen couldn't deal with it, and ran away in a hurry.

Outside is a corridor leading to the hall. Guests are leaning against the wall in twos and threes, and melodious music floats in the air. No one noticed that Feng Shizhen was embarrassed. She hadn't adjusted her expression and dared not go back to the hall, so she opened a door next door and hid in.

In the dark room, she stood against the wall and took deep breaths for a long time.

His lips were still hot and swollen, slightly painful. The influence of the young man's eager and repeated kisses will always flash back in the moment of closing his eyes, like the flash of a spotlight, imprinted on the retina.

Feng Shizhen pressed his chest and adjusted his breathing, panting in embarrassment like a drowning man struggling to land.

A sound in the dark came to my ears. Feng Shizhen was shocked, the heat all over his body subsided, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on his skin.

A small desk lamp came on. Yu Zhihui curled up on the sofa, holding a wine glass in her hand, her eyes were red and swollen, and she smiled bitterly at Feng Shizhen.

"It's not easy to find a quiet place tonight."

Feng Shizhen did not speak for a while.

The room is next door, the walls are not thick, and Rong Jia's voice is not too small. Yu Zhihui probably heard it all.

"Man, no matter how nicely you say eachother in your mouth, it's just for the sake of the person you want." Yu Zhihui managed the broken hair on the temples and sneered, "Those words came out of their mouths without any thought. Jiashang is my cousin, but I have to say that a rich young master like him doesn't take women seriously. Just listen to what he said, Miss Feng, don't be fooled go."

"That's why I ran away in a hurry." Feng Shizhen laughed, "I let Miss Yu see the joke."

"Each each other." Yu Zhihui said coldly, "I don't have the right to laugh at others now."

Feng Shizhen walked up to her and sat down, and glanced at the whisky on the coffee table. The bottle is half empty. Yu Zhihui's eyes were slack, and she leaned softly on the sofa, lazily and tired, with tears on her cheeks.

"If it's for that Mr. Meng, you don't have to do this." Feng Shizhen said, "that person is just a dismantling party who has harassed me before. According to Jiashang, he is not a friend of the Rong family."

"What kind of thing is he?" Yu Zhihui shook his head with a wry smile, "but he said what everyone present today wants to ask me. The borrowed dance dress and jewelry, the scenery created by force, is for the sake of If you can fool any idiot, you have found a golden turtle-in-law for yourself. Miss Feng is good at English, and she should know that foreigners call a woman like me a gold nugget girl. I look down on myself, and I don’t blame others for laughing at me.”

Feng Shizhen took the wine glass in Yu Zhihui's hand and took a sip. The cold liquid slid down the throat, and a burst of spicy wine rushed up, stimulating and refreshing, making the whole body warm, and the body became soft and relaxed, as comfortable as floating in the clouds.

"No wonder they all say that getting drunk can relieve a thousand sorrows." Feng Shizhen took off his leather shoes, followed Yu Zhihui's posture, and curled up on the sofa, "Miss Yu actually thinks too much. Who doesn't have a terrible secret? Those on the dance floor today? Gorgeous guests, I don’t know how many people are also forced to smile.”

"What do other people laugh or cry for?" Yu Zhihui said with a wry smile, "I can't see hope in my own life. The saddest thing is that when I think about it, I still don't know what I have to find so humbly. At times, I feel hopeless.”

"You and Mr. Yang..."

Yu Zhihui shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Yesterday he came to my house for dinner, and my parents were begging him to set a wedding date with me, but he kept making false promises and refused to give any affirmative words. I know in my heart, whether I and him can't be together. It's all my mother's fault, I have been dragging him all the time, and I think I can find something better."

After drinking, she spoke the truth, something Yu Zhihui would never say when she was sober.

Feng Shi really sneered and said with concern, "Miss Yu doesn't have to rush to marry, right?"

"My family is getting more and more difficult." Yu Zhihui said.

"You graduate from college, you can find a job..."

"Then what?" Yu Zhihui sneered, "Then, like you, serving the boss servilely, and being harassed and frivolous by the young boss?"

Feng Shizhen stood up with a cold face and walked towards the door.

"I'm sorry!" Yu Zhihui hurriedly pulled her, "I'm drunk, I can't help but speak, don't be angry."

As Yu Zhihui said that, her body also leaned against Feng Shizhen softly, and she couldn't stop sliding down. Feng Shizhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and helped her lie down.

"You're drunk. I asked the footman to take you home?"

"I don't want to go back!" Yu Zhihui immediately shouted, "I don't want to go home! I want to stay here. The Rong family is so nice and beautiful. I don't want to go!"

Feng Shizhen coaxed: "If you like it, come and play every day in the future."

"I don't want to go home." Yu Zhihui sobbed, "When I go home, I won't be able to come out again...I