Chapter 52

Shen Meiting wore a Greek lilac chiffon dress with a high waist, which made her slim. With a little care, the modified skin is extra white Fair and delicate, silky hair curls beautifully, so that a beautiful woman will come like a goddess.

"Ruicheng." Shen Meiting takes out the wet paper towel in her handbag and gently wipes the corners of Lin Ruicheng's mouth. Her intimate action seems to be proclaiming her sovereignty. The people around seemed to understand something and whispered in a small circle around the city.

Lin Ruicheng took down the thin hand on his lips, put the wet paper towel in the thin hand in the tray brought by the waiter, and then leaned over Shen Meiting's forehead and kissed it gently, gentle, delicate and infinite love.

Shen Meiting smiled shyly, took Lin Ruicheng's arm and walked into the dance floor in the center of the hall with the music.

Such a beautiful picture acutely hurt Ding Xuanyao's nerves. She closed her eyes hard. Her eyes could no longer bear things that didn't enter her eyes. She was afraid that her eyes would be blinded by those things.

In the middle of the dance floor, beautiful melody and elegant waltz. Ding Xuanyao moved her lead filled legs and walked hard to the wall. The cold marble seemed to be warmer than her body. What's the matter with her? Why is it so painful and painful? But she couldn't shed a tear.

......

"Why are you here? It's hard for me to find." Zhuo junfan's voice sounded behind her.

Ding Xuanyao turned around, "I want to go."

"Go? There will be a game later? Don't you play?" Zhuo junfan has been thinking about the game three years ago since he accidentally saw Ding Xuanyao. Now he found out, is this still the heroic fire shadow a few years ago? Beautiful, but also sad, those black and white eyes are still shining with stars.

"You don't seem happy? What's the matter?"

"No." Ding Xuanyao shook her head powerlessly. Those disgusting pictures have taken away her soul. She needs to find her original self.

"Then let's go dancing." Zhuo junfan finished, took Ding Xuanyao's small hand and walked directly into the dance floor.

Music is no longer a beautiful waltz, but a European and American dance music "brother Louis" in the 1970s and 1980s. The lively and familiar melody makes many middle-aged and elderly people enter the dance floor. This dance music carries their youth and dreams, and more is the memories of those like dust.

Compared with Zhuo junfan in junior high school in Qicheng, he has almost no change now. He has the same handsome hairstyle, sunny smile and bright peach eyes. The only thing that makes Ding Xuanyao feel pressure is his height. When he was in junior high school, both of them were about the same size. How could they be two heads taller than her at once.

"Hey, give me face. It's a shame to dance alone." Zhuo junfan took Ding Xuanyao's hand and let her rotate under her arm. Ding Xuanyao stumbled completely out of state. Fortunately, she jumped before and didn't fall.

"Tut tut Tut, why is he still so short."

"You're tall. You're amazing."

Finally there was a response. Zhuo junfan bared his teeth and smiled, twisting his hips with the melody Ding Xuanyao was forced to step back as the Ministry moved forward. "Concentrate so that you don't fall and eat mud later. It's humiliating enough."

"You -" this guy deliberately annoyed her.

Zhuo junfan grabbed the small fist from Ding Xuanyao's sneak attack, rotated horizontally, and lowered her bent arm. Out of instinct, Ding Xuanyao grabbed his arm. She remembered that he often fell her down when the school rehearsed the dance.

Familiar melody, familiar movements, all these slowly return Ding Xuanyao's soul. She seems to be back in junior high school, rebellious, naughty, cheerful and naughty.

......

"Fei'er, which daughter is that girl with fan'er?"

On the dance floor, Zhuo Muping with silver hair, dressed in a black suit, half bent his legs and twisted his slightly fat hips The movement of the front and back is better than that of young people. Dance partner Zhuo Junfei also cooperated with Grandpa's dance steps, but her elegant and dignified clothes seemed a little out of place.

"Listen to fan'er, it's his classmate. What's the matter? Grandpa."

"It's all right. I just think the girl has beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth. She is a child with a clear mind."

"Grandpa can still look at photos. Can grandpa see if I can get the land development right of Xinghewan?" Zhuo Junfei took Zhuo Muping's hand and let Zhuo Muping rotate under her arm. Obviously, Grandpa danced the female role.

"We won't sell the land in Xinghewan for the time being." Zhuo Muping said as he rotated, with a peaceful face.

"Why? We have this strength." Although Zhuo Junfei was very surprised, she quietly continued to cooperate with Grandpa's dance.

"If two tigers fight each other, there will be damage. Both Fusen and Jinxin bite hard. Why should we go to this blood river."

"But what a pity to give up."

"My child, we need to see the income when we invest. The current price of the land in Xinghewan has been raised to the top. In this way, its value-added space has been compressed, and even whether the wages and utilities can be earned back in the future is unknown."

"Then they still......" in that case, their two companies are still playing so hard. Aren't they looking for their own death?

Zhuo Muping's face was full of smiles, but there were thousands of thoughts in the dark. "Jin Xuanfeng wants to become famous and control Jin Xin's power, so he will be desperate. And this young man named Jason... I think he is a drunk man, not wine."

"Grandpa..." Zhuo Junfei can't talk about such a serious problem as if nothing had happened. The seemingly calm business investment is surging secretly. She was worried about how she would lead Zhuo without Grandpa. Fan'er was either studying or racing.

"Calm down." Zhuo Muping patted Zhuo junfan on the shoulder and gave strength. "Don't be afraid. Our descendants of Zhuo family have a natural sense of business. You just lack experience. Grandpa wants to live a few more years to help you. Grandpa hasn't seen you get married and have children yet."

"Grandpa." Zhuo Junfei was coquettish and angry. She picked up her cowardly mood and smiled shyly. Yes, their Zhuo children should not be at a loss when they encounter a little difficulty.

"Brother, is that girl really like you?" Zhou Sheng holds the wine glass and his eyes always fall on Ding Xuanyao.

Jin Xuanfeng sipped the golden liquid in the wine glass, and his black eyes were lazy and dignified. "Can it be the same? I'm a man and she's a woman. It can be the same."

"Oh, brother, I'm not talking about this. I mean, her hair is wheat like you. And..." Zhou Sheng smiled. "I just visited her. Her hair is pure natural wheat."

Jin Xuanfeng glanced sideways at his unrelated cousin. "What do you want to say?"

"No, I don't want to say anything." Forget it, I still want to find a special girl to coax my brother to be happy, so I can get more freedom from my parents. It seems that my brother doesn't like that type of girl.

"Let you go out today."

"Really? Brother, I knew you loved me most?" Zhou Sheng smiled. As long as his brother agreed, his parents agreed.

Jin Xuanfeng patted him on the shoulder. If this simple brother knew that in the near future, his brother would force their families to break and die, would he say that his brother was the one who loved him most. "You must go home before ten o'clock in the evening so that your parents won't worry."

"Ten o'clock?" Zhou Sheng's handsome face stepped down in an instant. Ten o'clock? That's the beginning of the happy hour, but now it's the only way. Otherwise, he will either be locked up at home or taken to the company. His invincible youth should not be wasted on those things.

"OK, at ten o'clock, I'll be home on time."

Zhou Sheng's appearance of a good child made Jin Xuanfeng's lips rise, and his eyes accidentally fell on the shining white figure. Yes, the girl, like him, has the same wheat colored hair. He found it when he saw her. Whose child is she? Why does she always feel familiar?

......

Youth is like a beautiful butterfly. It will dance when it meets beautiful flowers. Well, even if her life is limited, she will use her limited life to interpret her beautiful life.

"Hello, which school are you in now?"

"Accounting department of X university."

"Poof - such a bad University."

"It's OK. It's not as bad as you think. But it must not be in the eyes of your noble students."

Zhuo junfan was used to Ding Xuanyao's ridicule. He twisted his dancing posture and stared at Ding Xuanyao. On the third day of that year, he had not had time to participate in the high school entrance examination. Because of all the changes in his family, he was sent directly from Qicheng to England. However, he heard of some things.

"Is it because you took three fewer subjects in the college entrance examination? Otherwise, with your grades, how can you be a key university, and you won't go to such an ordinary university as X university."

"You know that?" Ding Xuanyao blinked her smart big eyes, and her water eyes were clear and innocent.

In fact, in recent years, he has been secretly looking for her, but he didn't think she had come to Mancheng. He thought she was still somewhere in Qicheng. "You still owe me a game..."

"Stop!" Ding Xuanyao resolutely cut off Zhuo junfan's words. "Young master Zhuo, you are also the offspring of rich businessmen in Mancheng. How precious your life is. Don't play with these dangerous things."

She spoke very plainly, which made Zhuo junfan, who didn't care about anything, unhappy all of a sudden. "You don't have to worry about the rest. Just remember that you still owe me a game."

"Hehe, is that really so important?"

"Every win or loss is very important to me."

"This is not good, Zhuo junfan. Compared with life and relatives, winning or losing is nothing!"

When a dance was over, Ding Xuanyao took back her dance steps and smiled at Zhuo junfan, "thank you today. I'll go."

"Where are you going? Hello -"

Zhuo junfan just came forward and wanted to catch up. Suddenly, a group of famous ladies surrounded him.

"Master Zhuo..."

"Young master Zhuo..."

Zhuo junfan frowned helplessly and watched the white figure disappear. "Ding Xuanyao, are you Cinderella?"

He had long wanted to ask her how she appeared at the party. According to her understanding, she should not have any intersection with these business parties. But he didn't ask, not that she was unqualified, but

However, he didn't see any man standing beside her. He should have thought too much. How could such a proud Ding Xuanyao be raped by others.