Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

Haicheng is a prosperous metropolis, and life here is quite extravagant and glamorous.

In the Paramount there were singing and dancing, and the sounds of music and flutes made the body and soul blurry.

The weather in May has started to warm up, but it doesn’t feel that hot in this Paramount.

The surroundings were filled with seductive music, and the singer's voice was mournful, moving, and yet elusive. Some of the audience members moved to the rhythm of the music, some closed their eyes and indulged in the singing, and some stared with their eyes wide open at the singer on the stage, who was wearing a dark green high-slit cheongsam, and their imaginations ran wild.

Nan Xiang was in a private room in the Paramount. She was not really listening to how beautiful the singer's voice was, nor was she looking at how perfect her figure was. She was just waiting for someone and observing the various guests on the first floor.

See if there is anyone suspicious.

She always felt that something bad would happen in Paramount today, for no reason.

Nan Xiang has always believed in her intuition. In previous battles with other warlords or in suppressing bandits, she would sometimes rely on her intuition to win the most critical point, and then use this strategy to magnify the advantage step by step and finally achieve victory.

Nan Xiang drank red wine, her eyes lazily scanning everyone on the first floor, her posture relaxed and lazy.

To the right of Nan Xiang stood a young man in military uniform and wearing glasses. He was obviously different from the previous adjutant Zhang. This was her other adjutant, Adjutant Chen Ying.

Adjutant Zhang's name is Zhang Su. He has a handsome appearance and sharp features. He is a standard Chinese handsome man in the traditional sense with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Adjutant Chen Ying was different. He had a gentle appearance, a feminine appearance, and a scholarly air. He looked tall and thin, and did not look like a soldier who had been fighting in battles for many years. Instead, he looked like a nobleman who was born into a prominent family and had studied abroad.

In fact, it is almost the same. Chen Ying is the second son of the Chen family in Yangcheng. He studied medicine in an island country in his early years, but returned home after only one year and started serving in the army.

"Young Marshal, Miss Rong is here."

As soon as Chen Ying finished speaking, she heard a gentle voice:

"Ah Xiang, you haven't looked for me for a long time, why are you here again today?"

The visitor had fiery red lips and was wearing a retro red high-slit cheongsam, which was embroidered with exquisite floral patterns in various gold and green silk threads. She had beautiful facial features and her shiny black hair was curled and curled, forming waves that smoothly and neatly meandered across her forehead. She was full of the beauty of curves and revealed a touch of elegance and sexiness.

As the woman walked slowly and leisurely, her figure swayed gracefully and she was full of charm.

Hearing this, Nan Xiang turned the chair she was sitting on slightly. She placed a white-gloved hand on her forehead and stared at the person who came. Her cold voice sounded a little more friendly and familiar:

"Ayan, I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much."

The person who came was Rong Yan, Nan Xiang’s best friend.

Rong Yan was born into a century-old aristocratic family in Suzhou. She and Nan Xiang had known each other since childhood and became good friends.

However, the two had some disagreements two years ago and have not met since then.

This was the first time the two met in two years.

As for why they made the appointment at Paramount, Nan Xiang had no idea.

Regarding Rong Yan’s sudden disappearance two years ago, the Rong family announced that she had gone abroad to study.

Nan Xiang also used his connections to investigate abroad, but there was no such person.

For this reason, Nan Xiang became suspicious.

Afterwards, she also checked in the country, but did not find her. The only news she got was that Rong Yan was safe.

Nan Xiang felt relieved for the time being, but she was still a little worried because she hadn't received it yet.

It was not until recently that I learned that Rong Yan appeared in the Paramount in Haicheng and became the new singing goddess of the Paramount in the past month.

Nan Xiang was confused at first, but then she calmed down and analyzed the clues she had found in the past two years. She had a vague guess in her mind.

So as soon as Xu Cheng's business was finished, Nan Xiang planned to stay in Haicheng for a while while she was going to Haicheng to meet with Mr. Song, the president of Xinyu Bank.

If I have time, I will definitely come to Paramount to meet my old friend Rong Yan whom I haven’t seen for many years.

When Rong Yan heard Nan Xiang's familiar tone, she thought of the relationship between her and Nan Xiang. She was indeed happy to see her again after two years, but also felt a little unknown melancholy.

However, all of this was hidden in Rong Yan's charming smile. She no longer hesitated and sat across from Nan Xiang openly:

"Master Lu never steps into a dance hall, so why did he come to Paramount to see me?"

Nan Xiang: "Just to have some fun."

Rong Yan snorted lightly, obviously not believing what Nan Xiang said.

She held a beautiful pipe in her right hand, and gray smoke came out of her nose and mouth, lingering around her beautiful face, making her look mysterious, casual, lazy and wanton.

Nan Xiang looked at Rong Yan and frowned slightly: "I remember you never smoke."

Rong Yan took a breath and smiled, "Just to entertain yourself."

He repeated what Nan Xiang had just said.

Nan Xiang: “…”

Rong Yan chuckled: "Why is it that Marshal Lu is allowed to have fun, but a little girl like me is not allowed to have fun?"

Although Rong Yan said this, seeing that Nan Xiang really didn't like the smell of cigarettes, she put out the fire in her pipe and placed it on a table far away from Nan Xiang.

Nan Xiang: "It's up to you."

Rong Yan: "It seems that Ah Xiang has become more and more cold-tempered after wearing men's clothes for so long."

Nan Xiang: ??? What is the connection between the two?

Nan Xiang smiled helplessly and did not refute, because if she refuted it, she would not be able to explain herself clearly.

She knows it, she has known it since she was a child. Rong Yan is like this. If you argue with her, she can talk to you about this topic for a long time.

Seeing that Nan Xiang ignored her and was drinking tea by herself, Rong Yan asked Chen Ying who was standing aside as a background:

"Adjutant Chen, is your young commander so boring on weekdays?"

Chen Ying: "Young Marshal is very good."

Rong Yan snorted, "Boring, just as boring as your young commander."

Chen Ying smiled and didn't respond.

Nan Xiang knew that when Rong Yan wanted to complain, she would usually do it in front of the person concerned and never did anything fake.

She said, "Okay, A-Yan, stop teasing Chen Ying."

Rong Yan smiled and stopped teasing Chen Ying.

She looked at the woman opposite her, who was wearing an indigo military uniform and had short shoulder-length hair. Her eyebrows and eyes were very light, as if a light touch of ink had smudged the entire piece of drawing paper. The layers were distinct, from which one could glimpse the woman's laziness and calmness. However, her sharp eyes and heroic eyebrows gave people the feeling that they were carved out of a knife, and carried the murderous aura of a cold weapon.

Although his features were softened by the woman's, he still exuded a powerful aura.

Rong Yan couldn't help but sigh in her heart: I have always known that Ah Xiang looks very handsome in military uniform. Now that her daughter is wearing a military uniform, she also looks handsome and heroic, just like Hua Mulan who joined the army in place of her father in ancient times.

But it is obvious that Nan Xiang's situation is different from Hua Mulan's. Judging from what happened in the Lu Mansion two years ago, what happened between Nan Xiang and Marshal Lu can be regarded as joining the army in place of his father, but the latter was not so willing.

Rong Yan: "How have you been these past two years?"

Rong Yan didn't know what to say, so she just lowered her head to look at the table and then at her nails, then met Nan Xiang's eyes and asked casually.

Nan Xiang knew that Rong Yan was concerned about her, so her tone was much gentler than when she was talking to others: "Very good."

Although it was just three words, Rong Yan felt that Nan Xiang had not had an easy life these years.

Now is a time of turmoil, and the country is in a precarious situation. Nan Xiang, as a woman, is "arm wrestling" with those shameless old guys. Two years have passed, and when they meet again, it can be found that her Ah Xiang has become more mature and has more of the charm of the young marshal.

If she were to wear women's clothing, such as a cheongsam like her, but Ah Xiang wore something more gentle, she would look like a dignified and gentle young lady...

Nan Xiang looked at Rong Yan's reaction and chuckled: "How come you are distracted so often when chatting with me like before?"

Rong Yan: “…”

She thought of the past, and the tips of her ears turned red.

Seeing that Nan Xiang didn't see it, Rong Yan breathed a sigh of relief and regained her composure, but she felt a little disappointed in her heart. Rong Yan didn't think about it because she was afraid...

After calming down, Rong Yan said frankly: "Ah Xiang, I was just thinking about how you would look in women's clothing. You must look great. My friend Rong Yan must be extremely outstanding and beautiful in this aspect!"

Nan Xiang smiled helplessly. She seemed calm, but in fact, the tips of her ears were stained with a faint red.

Neither party noticed and they both breathed a sigh of relief in tacit understanding.

"Ayan is still so straightforward and lively."

Rong Yan: "Master Lu is still so particular~"