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

"Is Young Marshal Lu coming to Haicheng for something important?"

Although Rong Yan was asking Lu Nanxiang, her expression clearly showed that she knew.

Nan Xiang nodded.

Rong Yan stretched out a finger and put it on Nan Xiang's lips. "Ah Xiang, don't say anything yet. Let me guess. There will be a banquet at Shenghao Hotel in three days. It is hosted by Mr. Song, the president of Xinyu Bank, and celebrities from all over the country are invited to attend the banquet. So, Marshal Lu is here for the banquet, right?"

Hearing this, Nan Xiang nodded and then shook her head with a faint smile on her face: "Yes... and no."

Rong Yan was not surprised to hear this. After pondering for a while, she soon came up with an idea. She said quietly:

"Master Lu is truly a man with a broad mind. The rumors from the outside world cannot be trusted."

As soon as Rong Yan finished speaking, Nan Xiang quickly understood what Rong Yan wanted to express. Nan Xiang shook her head and did not say much, but just tapped the table lightly with her fingers:

"Ayan, just call me like before."

Rong Yan smiled softly and replied readily, "Okay, Ah Xiang."

Nan Xiang: "How have you been these past two years?"

Hearing this, Rong Yan was silent for a while, swallowed all the bitterness, and smiled casually: "It's fine."

Nan Xiang's pair of phoenix eyes were sharp and deep, staring straight into Rong Yan's pair of slender willow-leaf eyes, as if trying to see something clearly through her eyes.

The two looked at each other for a while, then looked away. Rong Yan habitually wanted to take her pipe, but found it was a bit far away, so she pulled a leaf from the green plant next to her and looked at it casually.

Nan Xiang's eyes fell on the closed door at the entrance, and she said lazily: "Yeah."

Just as the two opened their mouths and wanted to say something, a gunshot was suddenly heard downstairs. The guests who were originally enjoying the singing and dancing screamed and scattered.

The whole scene was in chaos. The singers on the stage fled one after another, and the floor-standing microphone in the center of the stage fell to the ground.

Soon several more gunshots rang out, and four or five guests in the audience were shot and fell to the ground, their eyes wide open, with blood spurting from their foreheads or hearts, staining their clothes red, as well as the luxurious red, black and gold carpet.

Nan Xiang reacted as soon as he heard the first shot. He took out his Browning M1900 and looked down very quickly.

From the chaotic crowd, it was obvious that the people who were shot dead had one thing in common: they were all important guests attending the banquet at the Shenghao Hotel three days later.

Why was Nan Xiang so sure at a glance? It was because of these five people. She passed by them on her way to the private room on the second floor and heard their conversation. They were the guests who came to the Shenghao Hotel to attend the banquet.

As a result, he was shot dead in Paramount this time...

Nan Xiang realized that this banquet would be turbulent and dangerous.

The moment Rong Yan heard the gunshot, the smile on her face disappeared, and her originally charming and affectionate face became cold. She took out a pistol from somewhere, exchanged glances with Nan Xiang, and went downstairs with the pistol.

Nan Xiang knew that she was going to go down to find the Paramount guards and together they would catch the illegal murderers who were causing trouble in the Paramount.

Rong Yan will definitely be able to command the Paramount's guard team because she is currently the official boss of the Paramount and the mainstay among the Paramount's singing girls, with the stage name Red Rose.

Red Rose quickly became a mainstay at Paramount within this month.

Moreover, Rong Yan didn’t know how to use a gun before, but now she is very skilled and her shooting skills are also pretty good.

Nan Xiang looked at Rong Yan's agile yet delicate figure moving amid the gunfire, her eyes moving slightly.

It seems that Ayan has had a hard time these past two years.

Nan Xiang also came out of the private room and gathered with his people. Chen Ying reported to Nan Xiang based on the situation:

"At 5:24 pm, a serious shooting occurred at the Paramount. The victims were five important guests who were scheduled to attend a banquet at the Shenghao Hotel on May . Their identities were..."

Nan Xiang's eyes darkened when she heard that.

At this time, the Paramount guards and a group of people from Nanxiang joined forces to eliminate the rioters one by one.

But unfortunately, no one was left alive.

However, Nan Xiang still confirmed some information from these thieves: some people wanted to create chaos, starting with finance, in an attempt to subvert the entire China.

Nan Xiang looked coldly at the thief's body lying on the ground, raised his gun and fired a shot into the air:

"Anyone who openly offends a strong man will be killed no matter how far away!"

Everyone listened to the young marshal's awakening words, their hearts were filled with anger towards the foreign invaders, their chests were filled with lofty ambitions and their blood was boiling.

……

"Breaking news! Breaking news! The latest news is that there is a hidden story behind the 5.21 Paramount shooting. It turns out that they have evil intentions..."

"Extra number! Extra number!"

"..."

After intimidating the people at Paramount, Nan Xiang left Paramount.

Rong Yan is in charge of the subsequent related matters, and Nan Xiang has also reviewed them.

As the person in charge of Paramount, Rong Yan would not sit idly by and wait for death when Paramount was bullied. She joined forces with the Paramount's board of directors to use both kindness and force to appease the previously frightened and injured guests, and taught the culprit jackals a lesson.

They know it but have no evidence. In order to maintain the current superficial peace and realize their ambitions towards China, they have no choice but to swallow their anger and pretend nothing has happened.

But they pretended that nothing had happened. Nan Xiang and Rong Yan would never pretend that nothing had happened and just let it go. They could only keep it in their hearts, thinking about the humiliation that China had suffered in the past hundred years. They could only wait for the opportunity to teach these jackals and tigers who coveted their home a lesson and drive them out so that they would never dare to steal their home again.

Nan Xiang withdrew her thoughts and glanced at the little boy selling newspapers running on the street.

When the little boy passed by, he shouted, "Give me a newspaper."

The little boy had run for a distance, but when he heard Nan Xiang's voice, he immediately turned back and stood in front of Nan Xiang. He raised his head with a pure smile that was immersed in suffering:

"Ma'am, are you buying a newspaper?"

The little boy seemed to want to confirm it, and once Nan Xiang answered "yes", he would immediately take out a copy from his tattered and clean pile of newspapers that contained a large stack of newspapers.

When the little boy came over, Nan Xiang squatted down, a faint and kind smile appeared on her usually cold face, and she looked at the little boy at eye level.

The little boy was wearing a pair of worn straw sandals, and his gray linen clothes were worn and rough, but looked very neat.

The little sallow face is thin and pointed, and the round black eyes are smiling, revealing the innocence and shyness of a child, but also the precocious intelligence beyond his age. He learned to read people's expressions and show his strengths to satisfy the guests at a very young age.

Seeing Nan Xiang staring at him without saying a word, the little boy felt a little shy, but thinking of his two younger sisters at home, he overcame his shyness and looked at the kind-hearted lady in front of him. He felt warm in his heart, but it was soon covered up by a feeling of loss.

The little boy didn't get an answer from Nan Xiang, and slowly began to hang his head.

Did she regret buying the newspaper after she called me?

The little boy looked at his worn-out clothes that had been washed so much that they looked bleached, then looked at the lady in front of him. She was wearing a gray-brown striped coat with a white shirt underneath and a pair of gray-brown pants that were slim and tight. She looked intellectual and heroic, revealing a low-key elegance everywhere.

She was very beautiful, a kind of beauty he had never seen in Haicheng. She was a combination of cool intelligence and heroic generosity. Her shoulder-length hair was naturally smooth. Compared with the overseas young ladies he had seen before, she looked more capable and had some indescribable meaning.

The little boy felt a little inferior at the time, but thinking about what his grandfather had said before, he raised his head, regained a smile on his face, and asked again:

"My pretty sister, would you like a newspaper? Three cents a copy..."

The little boy's mood changed quickly. Nan Xiang didn't ignore him on purpose. It was just that when she squatted down to look at the little boy at eye level, her eyes inadvertently swept to a tea stall and found a man who looked somewhat familiar.

It was quite far away, so the specific details could not be seen clearly, but the man's figure, facial features, and temperament made Nan Xiang feel as if he had seen him before.

She was distracted for a moment until the little boy's childish voice brought Nan Xiang back to her senses.

Nan Xiang looked at the little boy and felt sorry for him because he was so well-behaved and sensible. Thinking of the current situation in the country, many children nowadays are like the little boy, leaving home early to take on family responsibilities and earn a living.

The smile on her face became gentler, and she said apologetically, "Sorry, I just thought of something."

The little boy shook his head: "Is it not a delay for my pretty sister?"

Nan Xiang wanted to reach out and touch the boy's head, but after thinking about it, she gave up. She took the newspaper from the boy with one hand, took out three dollars from her white bag with the other hand, put them in the boy's hand, and quickly stood up:

"keep the change."