City of Streamer

Take it off and wash it clean. Let Dr. Chen come over and give him an injection! "

The clerk hurriedly responded, and the two worked together, hugging Meng Jiu, who was struggling and crying, and went out from the side door of the studio. Meng Jiu's splashing sound was accompanied by the footman's coaxing voice, and he was locked behind the door.

Before Feng Shizhen's goosebumps could go away, he was violently pulled out of the studio by Meng Xian.

"I'm sorry, Seventh Master. I really didn't mean it!" Feng Shizhen followed staggeringly, trying to defend himself, "Jiu Shao has always been polite before, I didn't expect him to suddenly... I'm sorry..."

Going downstairs and walking to the side door, Meng Xian dragged Feng Shizhen in front of him and looked directly into her eyes. The two were so close together that their bodies were almost touching. Feng Shizhen could feel the masculine warmth on the man, mixed with the smell of foreign wine with his usual cigar. Her heartbeat was flustered and she wanted to avoid it, but found that she couldn't break free.

Meng Xian's breathing was heavy, like an angry lion. He raised his hand and pinched Feng Shizhen's chin, forcing her to raise her face and face his gaze.

"Do you know who he is?"

Feng Shizhen lowered his eyes, still didn't look at him, and said, "He said it himself... Seventh Master, I didn't go to him on purpose. I didn't know there was a person like him before."

"You know now." Meng Xu'an sneered.

Feng Shizhen finally glanced at him, "I'm not someone who is lax, seventh master, please rest assured. I will never say it."

"It's okay to say it." Meng Xian loosened her chin heavily, "It won't be long before everyone in Shanghai will know of his existence. As for you..."

Feng Shizhen lowered his head and said solemnly, "I will pretend that what happened just now didn't happen."

Meng Xian snorted and let go. Feng Shizhen fell out of his arms, staggering two steps before standing up.

"You're not a nosy person, Shizhen." Meng Xu'an said, "This is a good character, don't throw it away."

"I know, Seventh Master." Feng Shizhen adjusted his breathing, "By the way, Rong Jiashang told me just now that Shiori Hashimoto intends to squeeze out Du Lanxin and marry him with Jin Qilin."

Meng Xian burst into laughter, "Your Rong Jiashang is really hot. But I don't think Rong Jiashang has finished talking. This transaction is not just a simple marriage."

"I will pay attention." Feng Shizhen said.

"It's up to you." Meng Xian stared at her deeply and warned, "Don't approach my brother again. Next time, what he has in his hand may not be paint."

Feng Shizhen couldn't help it, he raised his head and pushed back: "Don't hide it from the seventh master, I hope so too!"

She turned to pull the door, intending to say goodbye.

"Stop!" Meng Xian looked at the thin dress on the woman's body, "Wait here, don't go anywhere!"

He left Feng Shizhen behind and strode away. Feng Shizhen was at a loss, only guarding at the door.

As soon as it is quiet, the sounds around it will be amplified. Feng Shizhen stood dry for a moment, and suddenly heard a faint cry from nowhere.

Just now he was so frightened by Meng Jiu Shao, and now he heard the strange cries again, no matter how daring Feng Shizhen was, he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

What kind of **** house does Meng Xian live in?

Feng Shizhen listened for a while, and suddenly felt that the cry was familiar. She searched all the way, pushed open the door, and saw a young girl sitting in a chair in the corridor outside, crying sadly.

"Fang Lin?"

Rong Fanglin raised his wet face, and when he saw Feng Shizhen, with a wow, the sobbing turned into a big cry.

Feng Shizhen hurried over and hugged her, "What happened? Why are you here alone? Did someone bully you?"

Rong Fanglin kept shaking his head and wanted to speak, but he cried so hard that he couldn't even speak.

Feng Shizhen took out a handkerchief to wipe her face, and patiently coaxed: "If you are unhappy, tell me. I will definitely keep it a secret for you."

Rong Fanglin trusted Feng Shizhen, but Du Lanxin and Yang Xiucheng had an affair, and she really couldn't tell the girl in her boudoir. Not only could she not be able to say it, but just thinking about it made her feel ashamed, annoyed, and resentful, and she took the handkerchief in her hand as those two shameless people, and ripped it apart.

Feng Shizhen had no choice but to pat her on the back and comfort her silently.

Rong Fanglin had enough crying, and then he said in a loud voice, "Mr. Feng, why do you like someone else in this world even though they are already engaged?"

Feng Shizhen almost thought that Rong Fanglin knew about himself and Rong Jiashang. But after thinking about it, even if he knew, Rong Fanglin was at most surprised for a while, and there was no reason to cry so sadly. Feng Shizhen only thought that the girl was frustrated in love, and comforted softly: "Old Tang Xianzu also wrote: Love doesn't know where it starts, and it goes deep. It's precisely because people can't control this kind of thing that they can't be controlled by themselves. Brings out so many joys and sorrows. That's the beauty of love, isn't it?"

Rong Fanglin opened her eyes like peaches from crying and said, "But she's engaged!"

Feng Shizhen smiled bitterly, "Since ancient times, love has not been a prerequisite for marriage."

"What is love then?"

This question has yet to be answered by few people.

Feng Shizhen thought about it for a while and said, "It's lucky. It is a great blessing in life to meet the most sincere love in my lifetime, whether it is not fulfilled or not."

Rong Fanglin pondered, "It's luck... So, are they like that..."

"Shizhen!" Xiao Baoli hurriedly came over, followed by an old woman with a coat.

Rong Fanglin's face was not good, so he immediately got up to say goodbye to Feng Shizhen, and ran away with his head lowered.

Xiao Baoli glanced at Rong Fanglin's back with disapproval, and pulled Feng Shizhen up, "Why did you make the seventh master angry? You stained his clothes? Forget it, I don't want to know. Come on, put your clothes on. Put it on, and I'll take you back to my house first."

Feng Shizhen squeezed a smile at her in frustration.

Xiao Baoli sent Feng Shizhen back to her apartment, instructed her mother to take care of her, and turned back to the dance. Feng Shizhen took off his makeup and took a hot bath in the bathtub of the guest room. His whole body was flushed red, and he finally dispelled the cold evil spirit in his body.

She looked at her palm, where there was still the cold touch of a utility knife. In fact, she just subconsciously wanted to grab something to defend. If Meng Jiu took out a gun instead of paint, a knife would be useless.

Meng Jiu's shouts lingered in her ears like a ghost, from a moment to a manic roar "No, it shouldn't be like this!" and a childish "No, they want her!"

What does he want himself to do?

Thinking of the distorted paintings in the studio, Feng Shizhen shuddered again, and quickly expelled the question from his mind.

Back home, lying on his bed, Feng Shizhen looked at the dim yellow light from the street lamps outside the window. The fright faded, and another doubt surfaced.

When Feng Shizhen saw Meng Jiu for the first time, he felt familiar. At first, she thought it was because he was Meng Xian's younger brother, so he naturally looked alike, but now she calmed down and thought about it, and she felt that it was not entirely true.

Meng Jiu's facial features are soft and slender, like a delicate and detailed description of fine brushwork, and the outline of his face is soft, more like a girl. Meng Xian has a tough face, sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and is full of masculinity. The two brothers have to say that they are similar, only the curvature of their lips is similar. Elsewhere, there is nothing in common.

But Feng Shizhen always felt that Meng Jiu was like another person.

The bridge of the nose, the eyebrows, the rippling aura from the corners of the eyes when you smile...

The young man in white turned around and smiled at her.

Feng Shizhen woke up suddenly and sat up from the bed.

Rong Jia on! Meng Jiu is like Rong Jia!

The facial features are not similar, but the shape of the body and the figure of the back are like a weak version of Rong Jiashang!

Feng Shizhen lifted the quilt and got out of bed, without even bothering to put on slippers, he stepped on the floor with bare feet.

Meng Xian's eldest sister once fell in love with Rong Dingkun in the early years, and then was abandoned by the beginning and the end, Feng Shizhen knew. At that time, Mrs. Rong was still pregnant, and Rong Fanglin was seventeen years old. Therefore, eighteen years ago, Miss Meng was very likely to be pregnant with her child, went to the United States with her family, gave birth to a child in the United States, and then died of illness.

The Meng family was the home of the former Qing Dynasty imperial family, and the family style was extremely strict. Meng Xu'an revealed in the small talk with Feng Shizhen that his grandfather and father were old-fashioned and conservative, and especially did not like women to go out and show their faces. Miss Meng is taught at home by Xixi, and she learns very traditional and elegant piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs.

It is not difficult for Feng Shizhen to imagine how such a lady who looks like a lady from an ancient painting will fascinate Rong Dingkun, who admires elegant women the most. However, Rong Dingkun's love for women is like a child's love of colorful fruit candies. He only licked two bites here, and when he saw something delicious there, he flung his hands and ran away.

And a conservative family like the Meng family, even if they move to the United States later, will definitely regard their daughter's pregnancy as a great shame. So the nephew became the younger brother, and the uncle became the elder brother. And Rong Dingkun has a son. Rong Jia has a younger brother who is two years younger than him!

After clarifying his thoughts, Feng Shizhen felt cold all over his body, and his feet were so frozen that he lost consciousness. She sneezed and hurriedly shivered back into the quilt.

Thinking of Meng Jiu's frantic and irritable appearance, Feng Shizhen couldn't help but smile bitterly. Such a son, even if he was pulled in front of Rong Dingkun, he would not recognize him, right? For such a ruthless and selfish person, his wife, concubines and children are all objects he uses to make up his appearance. His love for the eldest son as the heir is obviously speculative, and for the mentally abnormal son of the old lover's life, I am afraid that he would like to die with the child's mother.

Meng Xuan obviously knew Rong Dingkun's inferiority, so he hid his nephew to protect him. #####

one hundred two

wrong!

Meng Xian's words sounded in Feng Shizhen's ears.

"It won't be long before everyone in Shanghai will know of his existence."

What does he mean? Do you want to force Rong Dingkun to recognize his son?

What are the benefits of having a son? It's nothing more than a share of the family property. The Meng family is now rich, so they shouldn't care about the Rong family's fortune.

Is that why you want to use your nephew to discourage Rong Dingkun?

But looking at Meng Xian's attitude towards Meng Jiu, he is still very protective of him. Will he expose his nephew who is sick and unable to protect himself in order to retaliate against Rong Dingkun? Meng Jiu is also his sister's blood after all. Will he hate this nephew because he hates Rong Dingkun?

Feng Shizhen couldn't figure it out after thinking about it, and laughed at himself: What's the matter between the Rong family and the Meng family? You can just stare at the Rong family with your eyes.

Although he thought so in his heart, Feng Shizhen slept restlessly in the second half of the night. She first dreamed that she was standing in the studio, and Meng Jiu frantically threw paint at her. She dodged several times and was finally hit. The red paint spreads on his body, exuding a pungent stench. When she looked down, she realized that there was blood on her body.

She raised her head in horror and saw that Meng Jiu had changed into Rong Jiashang. Qing Jun's face was bloodless, his eyes were blue, and he stared at her coldly and full of disgust.

"Jia Shang..." Feng Shizhen's heart ached as if he had been dug up.

Rong Jiashang suddenly raised his hand high, the flesh in his hand was blurred, and a mass of flesh was still beating freely.

Feng Shizhen lowered his head and really saw that there was a big **** hole in his chest. The heart that was supposed to be in it was being pinched by Rong Jiashang in the palm of his hand.

"Give it back to me!" Feng Shizhen begged, clutching his chest, begging Rong Jia bitterly, "Please, give it back to me!"

Rong Jiashang sneered, and the lips she had kissed said indifferent words: "A woman like you, what do you want to do? You want to take revenge, but you come to tempt me. With such a clean face, in fact, It's just like those women, who loves vanity and is hypocritical."

Feng Shizhen walked towards him, like a barefoot person stepping on a thorny road, and fell down without taking two steps. She was crawling on the ground, tears rolling down her cheeks. She hated herself for being weak, but she had no choice but to continue climbing towards Rong Jia with difficulty.

But Feng Shizhen stayed where he was no matter how he climbed. Rong Jiashang stood opposite her, and it seemed that he could touch it with a little more effort, but that distance had become an insurmountable gulf.

"Please..." Feng Shizhen gave up his pride and begged for mercy, "Stop torturing me."

Rong Jiashang watched her struggling under her feet with cold eyes, her face was so beautiful, and her indifference was so heartbreaking.

"You are a liar, Feng Shizhen! I will never trust you again!"

"No..." Feng Shizhen cried and shivered, defending without words, "No... Actually, I... I also..."

"Shizhen!"

With ice on his face, Feng Shizhen woke up suddenly, gasping for breath.

"It's alright!" Mrs. Feng took off the cold handkerchief, replaced it with a hot towel, and wiped the cold sweat from her daughter's face, "It's a nightmare, it's good to wake up."

Feng Shixun stood at the head of the bed and rubbed Feng Shizhen's head, obviously relieved.

"Why do you have nightmares and talk nonsense? What are you dreaming about?"

"Where do you remember what happened in the dream?" Feng Shizhen took the veil and wiped his face. His body was still trembling because of the excitement in the dream, but his heart remained in his chest, beating strongly and forcefully. write. Feng Shizhen patted his chest and let out a long sigh.

It was already dawn, and Feng Shixun saw that his sister was fine, so he went out to work.

After waiting for her son to leave, Mrs. Feng asked her daughter in a low voice, "Did you dream about what happened when you were a child again?"

Feng Shizhen was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "No."

Mrs. Feng was a little uneasy, "Don't laugh when I said that. In fact, a while ago, I dreamed of your mother."

"Mom!" Feng Shizhen was taken aback, "What are you talking about?"

Mrs. Feng frowned and said, "It was your father who took care of the funeral, and I didn't see her appearance. But the woman in the dream looked like you, so I knew she was your mother. He first kowtowed to me and said thank you for raising you. Then she said she was leaving and could no longer take care of you in the future. I thought she was going to be reincarnated at last."

Feng Shizhen was amused. She is a woman who has received advanced education. She is not as superstitious about ghosts and gods as her parents, and only listens to her mother's words as stories.

"Then, she said something very strange." Mrs. Feng frowned, "I still don't understand what that means?"

"What did she say?" Feng Shizhen was aroused curiosity.

Mrs. Feng said, "She said, let me persuade you to stay away from your biological father."

As if a thunderstorm exploded above his head, Feng Shizhen froze all over. She was constantly frightened from last night's drinking party to her dream. Unexpectedly, he had already woken up, and suddenly he was scared into a cold sweat by his mother's dream. Last night, the matter of going to find the body of the child that Rong Jia mentioned on the incident resurfaced in his mind, with a strong cold frost, which made Feng Shizhen's teeth cold.

"Do you think it's strange?" Mrs. Feng took her daughter's hand, "Didn't we find your biological father all the time? Why did we keep you away from him?"

"I don't know either." Feng Shizhen's voice was dry, and the whole person was a little stunned, "When did this happen?"

"A few months ago," Mrs. Feng said. "When your eldest brother didn't return to China. But it was only a dream. I didn't tell your father. I was afraid he would blame me for being troublesome."

Feng Shizhen smiled dryly, "Just like that?"

Mrs. Feng nodded, "I woke up after she finished speaking. I burned incense for her on your back that day. Oh, it's your mother after all."

"You are also my mother." Feng Shizhen hugged Mrs. Feng affectionately and said coquettishly, "Could it be that my mother doesn't love me because I'm not biological?"

Mrs. Feng was coaxed into laughter by her, and stretched out her hand to twist her nose, "Our old Feng family can't take care of your daughter who is still in bed for three days!"

Feng Shizhen smiled and got out of bed to wash up.

The next few days passed very peacefully. Feng Shizhen accompanies his parents every day to perform filial piety and manage the housework, while Feng Shixun is busy working in the hospital.

After the fire at Feng's house, Feng Shizhen's classmates also initiated a donation, donating two hundred yuan to her family. Feng Shizhen wrote down all the names one by one, and now that he has enough money, he has to return some of them.

The classmates naturally didn't want to, and laughed: "We are donating money, not money lending. Where is the reason for you to pay it back?"

Feng Shizhen was very grateful, so he invited everyone to eat Caojiadu fried chicken at the very famous Huierkang restaurant opposite the Mega Garden.

At the dinner table, a female classmate whose elders are famous in the painting and calligraphy world suggested: "After dinner, let's go to Paris Spring. I want to buy a new pair of leather shoes. On the 22nd of this month, there is a My father promised to take me to the charity auction. I heard that Mr. Mei Lanfang will also go!"

"I heard that many celebrities will go there. The recently popular movie star Xiao Baoli is going to cut the ribbon." Another junior brother who is a reporter at "Jingbao" said, "My editor-in-chief specially ordered two senior reporters. , let them interview that day."

Feng Shizhen asked with a smile, "It hasn't even been held yet, so it's so sensational?"

The younger brother said: "This is a fundraiser specially organized by the cultural relics community for the families of the front-line soldiers and martyrs. There are several very precious cultural relics to be auctioned on the spot. What are the jade lions of the Tang Dynasty, the vases of Lord Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty, and the official kiln bowls of the Ming Dynasty. A few. Quite famous celebrities in the antique world will be there. Senior Sister Feng, your former owner, Rong Dingkun, is on the list. He is one of the best collectors in this port. Did you see his collection when you were in the Rong family?" #####Group ID: 2175050

One hundred and three

Feng Shizhen put a piece of stuffed tofu with meat into the bowl, and said with a calm smile, "Who would show a priceless collection to a tutor?"

"I'm confused." The younger brother scratched his head and smiled, "I heard that the Rong family was looking for a golden unicorn a while ago, and later found it in the hands of a Japanese. Boss Rong said that he would let a wharf in Nangang replace it. The Japanese Neither would."

Immediately, a classmate said angrily: "These Japanese are opening factories everywhere, exploiting workers, and buying our antiques from the black market, many of which are national treasures. The thought of these national treasures falling into the hands of outsiders makes my heart hurt!"

The younger brother smiled dryly and said, "I heard that the Japanese surname is Hashimoto, and he is also a well-known collector. By the way, he will also attend this auction."

The female classmate who proposed shopping smiled and said, "I heard that the Rong family and the Hashimoto family are talking about marriage, and they want to match Miss Rong and Young Master Hashimoto. Shizhen, have you heard any rumors before?"

Feng Shizhen shook his head blankly, "This must have happened after my resignation. But I heard that the young master Hashimoto is in very bad health, so he stayed home."

"In order to look healthy, you have to crawl out the door." The female classmate mocked, "Rong Dingkun has shown that he loves his daughter so much. I see that my parents are talking about him and want to see what happened to him. Will you marry the eldest daughter to the Japanese who has half his foot in the coffin for the sake of business?"

Rong Dingkun, who is so prudent in planning, would not waste Jin Gui's eldest daughter on a man who would not live long, even if he wanted to marry the Hashimoto family. Besides, Shiori Hashimoto is still zealously wanting to marry Rong Jia with the golden unicorn.

Feng Shizhen suddenly remembered that Meng Xian had said that Shiori Hashimoto was definitely not as simple as a marriage.

In the Hashimoto family, the eldest son is sick and the second son is healthy, but he is of mixed blood and a concubine. Feng Shizhen put himself in his shoes and thought that if he were Shiori Hashimoto, if he wanted to marry Rong Jia, it was not only for the sake of his children's personal love, but he must also have the intention of letting the Rong family help his own brother to be the heir of the Hashimoto family.

Listening to Rong Jia's tone, Rong Dingkun agreed to cooperate. So how does he plan to deal with the eldest son of the Hashimoto family?

"I heard that the golden unicorn is carrying auspiciousness." The classmates were still discussing, "The Japanese refused to let him out because their eldest son was seriously ill, but they all depended on the golden unicorn to maintain his breath."

"So shameless! That's an antique of our Chinese!"

Feng Shizhen suddenly caught something.

The eldest young master of the Hashimoto family will force his sick body to attend the auction, if something goes wrong...

Feng Shizhen moved his shoulders slightly to ease the sudden tension.

Where will Rong Dingkun's greed and Hashimoto Shiori's ambition lead to this seemingly ordinary auction? And does Rong Jiashang know about it, and what role does he play in it?

She can understand this matter, but how could Meng Xian not understand.

Did Meng Xian really want to find the golden unicorn and said twice, with his character, how could he miss such a wonderful drama? And even, how could Meng Xian watch other people perform lively, without getting involved in himself?

The Rong family and the Hashimoto family are the same raccoon dog. If the two sides fight against each other, it is best to lose both and die together!

but……

In the dimly lit four fields in the morning and evening, there is a lit window, which is always lit in Feng Shizhen's dream.

The youth under the lamp has a handsome face and broad shoulders. He would smile softly, and stare at his face with ruthless eyes. He cherished those airplane models, and although he was trapped in a lifeless home, he still yearned for the blue sky above his head.

Feng Shizhen didn't dare to say how much she knew about Rong Jiashang, but she would rather believe that Rong Jiashang had a kind and honest side in human nature. He doesn't belong to the Rong family, and he doesn't belong to the world of the drunkard. He can do better, go further, fly higher.

If Rong Jiashang participated in this conspiracy, then his clean life would have an indelible stain.

After dinner, a group of friends went to the department store, and Feng Shizhen patiently accompanied him. The guys played until it got dark, and they had dinner together, and then they dispersed.

Feng Shizhen sat in the rickshaw and headed towards home.

Along the way, colorful neon lights adorned the night city, and the dancing girls who were not afraid of the cold wrapped their coats and exposed their calves in glass stockings.

Behind the lit window, there were shadows of people. Under every lamp, there is a story going on.

I don't know what Rong Jiashang is doing at this moment? Whether it was wiping the airplane model under the lamp in the bedroom, or accompany Rong Dingkun to socialize at a wine table and card table somewhere.

Feng Shizhen closed his eyes and said to himself in his heart: Feng Shizhen, you are really a nosy woman.

Then she opened her eyes and told the driver to turn around and head towards Xiao Baoli's apartment.

It just so happened that Xiao Baoli didn't go out to socialize today. She was sitting in her pajamas in the salon, flipping through magazines and listening to the gramophone. When she saw Feng Shizhen's sudden visit, she was a little surprised.

"I'm free today, I want to find you to watch a movie, and then I'll go to a Cantonese restaurant for supper." Feng Shizhen said with a smile.

Xiao Baoli frowned and pouted as soon as she heard the word "movie", "It's not enough to make movies all day long, you have to watch it? Please forgive me. If you're fine, the two of us have an appointment to go to the Red House Restaurant tomorrow for a big meal, and then go to the department store. company."

Feng Shizhen sat down beside her, flipped through a magazine, and said, "I have something else to do, I want to ask you a favor."

"Why are you so polite?" Xiao Baoli asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

Feng Shizhen said: "My father is a fan of Mr. Mei Lanfang. He used to love to listen to his plays when he was in good health. Now that our family is moving to Peiping, my father is also very reluctant to Shanghai. I just thought Now, it would be nice to ask for a signed photo of Mr. Mei for him. I heard that there will be a charity auction next week. If you are going to cut it, Mr. Mei will also attend. I thought, can you treat me as you? your assistant, take me there too?"

After listening to Xiao Baoli, she laughed, "What do I think it is! If I didn't know that you don't like to go to dance parties, I don't know how many times I have dragged you to participate in such a party. For this uncle's wish, this I'll help you out."

"Yeah." A low and familiar male voice came from behind Feng Shizhen, "You are also filial."

Feng Shizhen was unprepared, the hairs on his back stood upside down, and a layer of cold sweat immediately oozes out.

She turned around a little bit, and saw Meng Xian, wearing a velvet nightgown with a sturdy chest, lazily walked down the stairs. It was only eight o'clock in the evening, but he was dressed like this and appeared in Xiao Baoli's apartment. What happened before, Feng Shizhen could think of with his toes.

She came to Xiao Baoli to ask for her love, just because she didn't want Meng Xu'an to know, but she didn't expect good luck to get people, but she sent her to Meng Xu'an herself. Feng Shizhen blushed, regretted and annoyed, lowered his head and said nothing.

Meng Xuan, however, ignored her performance, hugged Xiao Baoli and kissed her, and swept his eyes to Feng Shizhen.

"Li'er wants to be the heroine's female companion, how about you be my female companion?"

"This arrangement is ready!" Xiao Baoli smiled and walked towards the kitchen with her slippers on.

Meng Xian bent over and rummaged through the coffee table where Xiao Baoli's various cosmetics and nail polishes were stacked. Feng Shizhen was very clever, and immediately stepped forward and pulled out the cigar case from the inside. Like countless times before, she cut the cigar skillfully, handed it to Meng Xian, and struck a match to light it.

The hand that was still holding the match was grabbed by the man.

Meng Xian leaned over slightly and blew out the flames that were about to reach the woman's fingertips. The breath was hotter than the flames, Feng Shizhen loosened his fingers and let the matchstick with Red Star fall onto the expensive and soft cashmere carpet under his feet.

Meng Xian stared at Feng Shizhen with a sly smile.

"Do you remember what I said to you at my house that day?"

"I remember." Feng Shizhen whispered, "You told me not to be smart."

Meng Xu'an said, "It seems that your hearing and memory are fine, but you just don't like to do it."

Feng Shizhen took a deep breath, "Seventh Master, I'm just worried... uu..."

Meng Xian squeezed her hand tightly, his eyes like a falcon staring at a rabbit.

"Who do you worry about? Rong Jia? What do you think will happen to him?"

"I don't know." Feng Shizhen said, "The best thing is that nothing happens."

"But he may not take your love." Meng Xian let go of his hand. Feng Shizhen held his palm tightly and took a half step back.

Meng Xu'an smiled pitifully, and rubbed the young girl's cheeks from red to pale with her knuckles. He could feel Feng Shizhen's suppressed anger and disgust for him in his heart, but he wanted to oppress her more and more, to tease her and see what else she could do.

"Are you sure?" Xiao Baoli walked out of the kitchen with three cups of freshly squeezed juice on a plate, "I'm afraid it's too late to make a skirt for Shizhen, I happen to have a new skirt that was delivered yesterday, just fine. Dress Shizhen. But Shizhen has no jewelry. Seventh Master, you have to take people to the dance, so you can't leave her neck naked, right?"

Meng Xu'an said, "Let's go back and let the Paris Spring salesperson bring the jewelry samples for you to choose from, okay?"

"It's not too bad!" Xiao Baoli smiled and hugged Feng Shizhen, "Don't worry, I will dress up our Shizhen beautifully, let her amaze the audience, and let you earn enough face, Seventh Master, okay?"

Meng Xu'an's meaningful gaze fell on Feng Shizhen's cramped and stiff face, and a narrow smile bloomed on his lips.

"Okay." He recited a sentence in English in a creepy tone similar to that of Meng Jiu Shao.

"Surpriseme." #####

one hundred and four

In the warmly lit room, Feng Shizhen stood in front of a classic full-length mirror, slowly wearing gloves.

Beethoven's "Sadness" floated from the phonograph speaker downstairs, through the door panel, and floated up and down in the air along with the invisible dust.

Upper arm-length silk gloves with delicate lace trim, smooth fabric wrapping the woman's slender, well-proportioned arms. The young girl in the mirror was wearing a dark golden dress, covered with a layer of dark coffee-colored hollow lace with exquisite patterns. On the lace, the beads polished by the crystal are like dewdrops rolling in the grass, reflecting the faint shimmer.

The young girl is slender and graceful, with graceful lines extending from her slender and elegant neck to her rounded shoulders, and then following the curve half hidden in her long dress, outlining her well-proportioned straight calves and slender ankles. Her outfit is modern and sophisticated enough to be on the cover of any fashion magazine at any time.

Feng Shizhen squeezed a mocking smile at the girl in the mirror, and the other party replied to her politely. His lips were pursed playfully, and he smiled so sly, as if he knew that tonight would definitely be a feast.

The doorbell downstairs rang, and after a while, Xiao Baoli was calling: "Shizhen, are you alright?"

Feng Shizhen picked up the expensive black pearl necklace and put it on, and then picked up the perfume, but hesitated for a while and didn't spray it. She put on a brightly colored lipstick, took a last look at the strange beauty in the mirror, took a deep breath, and pushed out the door.

She went downstairs, like a female soldier going to the battlefield.

Meng Xian was standing at the entrance wearing a straight trench coat, holding a hat in his hand, with a graceful temperament like a king, and watched Feng Shizhen walk downstairs in a leisurely manner.

This woman was wearing the clothes he gave and the jewelry he gave, and even though she was reluctant, she had to obey him. The overwhelming manipulation brought Meng Xu'an unspeakable joy. He held Feng Shizhen's hand with a smile, and gave a very gentle kiss.

Feng Shizhen had long been accustomed to his conceited and domineering demeanor, and he was also accustomed to dealing with it in a hypocritical manner. The atmosphere between the two this time was much better than the last time they met.

"My friend is a beauty, right?" Xiao Baoli, wearing a bright golden dress, came over like a mermaid, and patted the other male partner's shoulder in a coquettish manner.

That man is the male protagonist of this new movie, a handsome white-faced little boy. The other person was very clever, so he reacted immediately, holding Xiao Baoli's hand and begging for mercy: "I just think this young lady is just a face. If you want to talk about beauty, you should be our big star Xiao!"

Only then did Xiao Baoli turn anger into joy.

"The temperature dropped a lot at night, you two ladies should dress warmly." Meng Xian tilted his head slightly. The attendant came over with two big boxes, and when he opened it, the brand-new mink coat looked extra smooth under the light in the living room.

"Seventh Master is still thoughtful!" Xiao Baoli immediately cheered, hugged a coat in her arms, and touched it fondly.

Meng Xian picked up a coat and looked at Feng Shizhen.

Feng Shizhen turned around in a kind-hearted manner. Meng Xian's hand shook, and the thick and soft coat was placed on the woman's naked and round shoulders, wrapping her thin and shapely body.

"Guess, what interesting things will happen tonight?" Meng Xu'an's lips almost touched Feng Shizhen's cold ear, and he said softly.

Feng Shizhen shuddered and forced a smile: "As long as it's a big play written and acted by the seventh master, it's absolutely wonderful."

It doesn't often snow in winter in Shanghai, and even if it does, it's like a ginseng fruit that disappears as soon as it hits the ground, leaving only water spots.

But it's not yet New Year's Eve, and it's a bit rare that the weather is suddenly cold like this. So after nightfall, the number of pedestrians on the street was much less than before, and the car drove unimpeded all the way to the entrance of the museum.

The gate is full of luxury cars and celebrities. The car's exhaust wafted around and transpired, rendering this scene of intoxicating gold fans out of thin air.

The servants held their umbrellas and ran back and forth, taking the guests in fancy clothes from the car all the way to the entrance of the hall.

The wet ground reflected the lights shining in the house, as if shattered gold foil had been scattered all over the place. The bright leather shoes of the distinguished guests stepped on the ground covered with broken gold and entered the golden lobby.

The fragrant heating and the melodious music rushed towards the face, isolating the cold and wet winter from behind. The waiter came and took the coat and hat. The thick furs were taken off, and each of the female guests shone like unearthed gems.

Xiao Baoli and Zhao Xiaosheng are popular movie stars. As soon as they appeared, they were surrounded by fans. The two couples separated, and Meng Xian continued to walk in with Feng Shizhen.

Since Meng Xian made a sensational appearance at Rong Jiashang's birthday party, he has become famous in the social circles of Shanghai. Handsome and rich, mysterious and romantic, he is simply the most suitable subject of conversation.

And Meng Xian's taste in choosing a female partner is very mixed, whether it is a famous prostitute, a dancer, a star actor, a famous lady, or a female student from Xiaojiabiyu. The tabloids in Shanghai made a lot of money just by reporting on his peach-colored news, and they were about to set up a tablet for his longevity.

Feng Shizhen is a new face in this social circle. As soon as she appeared with Meng Xian, it was like a big yellow croaker that fell to the ground, which immediately attracted the hot eyes of everyone. The eyes of inquiry followed her all the way, sweeping from head to toe, like a serious and responsible detective, not letting go of a single detail.

Feng Shizhen is dressed gorgeously today, with a beautiful figure, a beautiful face, and a graceful, dignified and graceful manner. She walked along with Meng Xuan, walking calmly and slowly, her waist was slender and stretched, the pearl necklace reflected soft light on her chest, her face was covered with jade carvings and snow, and her eyes were as black and moving as the autumn water in Bitan.

Ahead, the Rong family and Hashimoto's family were chatting and laughing, only Rong Jiashang was a little absent-minded, his eyes seemed to have a consonance, suddenly crossed half the corridor, and collided with Feng Shizhen.

Feng Shizhen tilted his head slightly and smiled at him.

The corners of Rong Jiashang's mouth also had a gentle arc, and then he saw Meng Xu'an who was holding hands with Feng Shizhen, and his smile stagnated.

The Rong family and the Hashimoto family, who were talking and laughing, felt the unusual fluctuation and turned their heads in unison.

"Mr. Meng!" Masao Hashimoto immediately laughed enthusiastically and shook hands with Meng Xian, "I didn't expect you to come too."

Meng Xian said with a smile: "I only have a little bit of hunting for antiques. Today, I have come to have a lot of knowledge, and by the way, I will give a love to the soldiers on the front line. President Hashimoto and Boss Rong are experts in this field, and I will ask a lot more at that time. Where is it?"

Rong Dingkun smiled and said, "Brother Xu An is too modest."

While the men were chatting indifferently, the women also looked at each other.

Behind Tanaka and his wife, the young man as thin as bamboo must be today's protagonist, Master Hashimoto. The rest of the Miss Hashimoto were dressed up beautifully, except Shiori Hashimoto, who was wearing a Su embroidered peony gauze skirt, with willowy eyebrows and phoenix eyes, which did not have the elegance and gentleness of a girl from a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

Shiori Hashimoto took the lead and took Feng Shizhen's hand with a smile, and said, "Isn't this Miss Feng? I haven't seen you for a while, I almost don't recognize it!"

"Miss Shiori is so beautiful tonight, and I didn't recognize you." Feng Shizhen smiled and said to Rong Fanglin and Rong Fanghua, "You two dressed up like twins today, so you can see from afar. It's your turn."

Rong Fanghua took Feng Shizhen's other hand and said with a coquettish smile, "I haven't recognized you sir for a while. How did you come with Boss Meng?"

"Fanghua,"