The beauty is in my arms, the young marshal's eyes are red at night

Song Huiyi said, "As long as I go out, I can't avoid him. If I hide at home, of course he will stop thinking about it. But daddy, my daughter knows the reason why daddy sent me to Europe five years ago.

Now that my daughter is back, she is ready... My daughter really doesn't want to be someone who avoids trouble, and she doesn't want to make the same mistake as the second wife. "

Song Peiwen's eyes darkened.

Thinking of the second wife, he also thought of that rainy day when it rained all day.

An inaudible sigh.

She hugged Song Peiwen's arm and acted coquettishly, "I know dad thinks so too. No matter whether his daughter said she wanted to take up the responsibility to make friends with ladies or went to Paramount last night, dad agreed readily.

You are worried that Shen Yuqing is too powerful, don't you believe in your precious daughter? "

These words made Song Peiwen laugh.

He said: "Of course I believe you!"

This matter has been settled.

After Song Heping and Song Yuecheng found out, they still complained. Song Peiwen called the three brothers to the study room to chat for a long time. After they came out, no one said anything else.

Song Mingli arranged for two people to be beside her, Qian Yu and Wan Die.

They were all trained by the Youth Gang and have great skills.

In addition, there are four secret guards.

In the next few days, my brothers were very busy.

Song Mingli and Song Heping dug out all the smoke hidden in several places.

Song Yuecheng dealt with the mole.

The Green Gang has strict rules, and such violations of the rules must not occur. Song Yuecheng beat the man half to death, removed his hands and feet, and threw him directly at Longshan Pier, killing the chicken to scare the monkeys.

He is usually impulsive, but he never acts sloppily.

At a young age, he has already begun to show his abilities.

And Song Huiyi went to the newspaper office.

Newspapers are an important channel for obtaining information. They are the ones with the sharpest noses for any trends or disturbances.

On the day the smoke was destroyed, Song Huiyi specially sent someone to take photos.

She wrote it herself, her words were passionate and eloquent, and she firmly expressed the determination of the Nancheng military government and the Youth Gang to ban smoking.

In addition, since she went to the Paramount Ball that night, invitations were often sent to her, inviting her to various tea parties, banquets, and dances.

Nowadays, it is fashionable to hold various events.

Song Huiyi looked through it and accepted Mrs. Wang's invitation.

Mrs. Wang is Zeng Bailing. She was the one who held the last Paramount dance.

She has a wide network of contacts and is good at making friends with others. If Mrs. Wang is a good person, Song Huiyi can have more contact with her and open up opportunities with her.

On the day of the banquet, Song Huiyi took Qianyu with him.

She changed into a white silk cheongsam with blue phalaenopsis embroidered on it. The phalaenopsis is so lifelike, and paired with such a light and comfortable fabric, it feels like you are in a sea of ​​flowers blown by the wind.

Her hair was pulled up and fixed with a pearl hairpin, revealing her slender neck.

She picked it up and arrived at the prince's mansion.

The prince's mansion was crowded, and a maid greeted her at the door.

The maid accepted the invitation and knew that she was a distinguished guest, so she took her directly to Mrs. Wang.

Mrs. Wang is different from the last time we met. She has the most fashionable perm, short curly hair, and a red cheongsam that makes her look even more elegant.

Not many people look good in red.

Mrs. Wang is well-maintained and does not look at all like she is forty years old.

There was a circle of people around her, whom Song Huiyi didn't even recognize, but he could guess that they were all noble ladies or official wives.

Everyone chatted enthusiastically.

Seeing Song Huiyi Tingting approaching, Mrs. Wang greeted the people next to her and came up to her.

She held Song Huiyi's hand cordially, with a smile on her face: "With Miss Song here, my humble house will be really full of glory!"

"Mrs. Wang, you are too polite!"

Song Huiyi laughed and shook her hand back, "I'm not familiar with this place when I first returned to Nancheng. If you hadn't invited me to the banquet, I might have been bored at home every day."

Mrs. Wang smiled and said it was nothing.

A waiter came with champagne and red wine on a tray.

Mrs. Wang saw it and waved her hand to refuse.

He called another waiter and brought a glass of juice to Song Huiyi.

Song Huiyi thanked her and took the juice from Mrs. Wang.

She took a sip.

As the sweet and sour juice entered her throat, Song Huiyi thought to herself that Mrs. Wang was really smooth in dealing with things, and even knew that she was "too drunk" that day.

She asked specifically.

Mrs. Wang led her to meet people.

She held her arm, tilted her head and whispered to her: "Something happened at Mrs. Li's house. Her seven-year-old son was kidnapped, and the kidnapper asked her for money several times.

She published a missing person notice in other newspapers, but because you didn't have space, she asked me to come to you for help. Your Nancheng Republic of China Daily is now very popular, ranking first in daily circulation and sales. She wants more people to see it, and maybe get more clues. "

"The child is lost?" Song Huiyi was slightly surprised.

Before she could ask any more questions, Mrs. Wang cleared her throat and patted the back of her hand calmly.

She followed her gaze.

A woman sat in the corner.

The woman's face was pale, and even a thick layer of powder could not hide the cyan color under her eyes and her haggardness. The whole person is a little energetic, which is the rose red color embellished with lipstick.

The man sat there gloomily.

Even when she and Mrs. Wang approached, she had no reaction.

Mrs. Wang called her: "Mrs. Li."

After a pause of a few seconds, Mrs. Li raised her head and looked at the person.

Her eyes were empty at first, but when she saw Song Huiyi, her face lit up with joy, and a strong light suddenly burst out from her eyes, and she rushed towards her uncontrollably: "Miss Song!"

As soon as these three words were shouted out, tears fell.

"Miss Song!" she shouted again, holding Song Huiyi's hand and holding on, "Save my son! Please! Save my son!"

Song Huiyi was a little at a loss.

Her voice was shrill and shrill, attracting the attention of many people at once.

Mrs. Wang took the cup off Song Huiyi's hand and said hurriedly: "Mrs. Li, calm down, don't scare Miss Song."

Mrs. Li couldn't listen and was still crying.

She was crying out of breath.

Without saying anything, Song Huiyi could feel her pain.

A man came through the crowd.

He looked anxious, and when he walked quickly, he didn't even notice that the wine in the wine glass in his hand spilled. He walked all the way to Mrs. Li, put the wine glass on the table and supported her.

"Wenyi, what's wrong?" the man asked.

Mrs. Li shook her head, still holding Song Huiyi's hand, crying: "Miss Song, please save my son!"

She cried until she almost fainted.

The pain of losing her child made her lose her grace and dignity, and she only thought about her child.

Song Huiyi thought of his 14-year-old self.