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Text Chapter 93 The beginning of the banquet!

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    (Shapi just wants to collect it. If you feel that Shapi¡¯s writing is good, please collect it. Thank you!)

    What Qing Bing said about being almost scratched by the ghost dagger was just a joke. How could Lan Feng make such a low-level mistake?  The sword has its own edge, and the blade must have its place.  Of course, the ghost dagger also has an exquisite little nest, which is cut into pieces and perfectly connected. Naturally, it is impossible to scratch Qing Bing.  [bsp; It¡¯s just a beautiful lie.

    Qing Bing hugged Lan Feng's neck, her fragrant lips and Lan Feng's face separated as soon as they touched her, and she stepped away before Lan Feng could experience the wonderful taste.

    "Actually, I still feel like it's better to kiss here." Lan Feng pointed to his male lips, which were not sexy at all, and said with a shy face.  "Don't forget, you haven't given me your first kiss yet."

    Hearing this, Qing Bing's previously slightly touched feeling disappeared. She released her jade arms around Lan Feng's neck, glanced at him angrily, picked out two middle fingers from her jade fingers and showed them.  : "I gave it to you when you were wearing crotchless pants. Don't blame me if you can't remember."

    "But I remember that when I was little, I usually wore diapers. How could I wear crotchless pants?" Lan Feng spread his hands and retorted with an innocent expression.

    ¡°Giggle.¡±

    Qing Bing was amused by Lan Feng again. She put aside his innocent look and laughed non-stop while holding her stomach. Lan Feng was originally a sullen person, young and mature, and he liked things rather than colors.  It's really rare that he makes Qing Bing laugh with his expressions like this.

    very few.

    "How could we have diapers at that time"

    Before Qing Bing finished speaking, her slender waist was controlled by a pair of strong arms. Her smooth and moist red lips were conquered immediately, and her plump breasts were also hindered immediately.  , a slightly protruding chest with a pounding heartbeat and a cavity of warm blood.

    Qing Bing's body went from stiff to limp, and her jade arms involuntarily wrapped around Lan Feng's neck again to support her body.  A masculine scent that was most familiar to her in the world rushed into her body, and her whole heart was intoxicated.

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    The Royal Gate Hotel is one of the only five-star hotels in Z city. It is located in the golden area near the city center. Although it is only close to the city center, the land is definitely not a star lower than the city center.  Here are the most prosperous entertainment venues, the most upscale hotels, the most comfortable red light districts in Z city, and even underground casinos. As long as it is any entertainment method you can think of, as long as you have enough money, everything is not a problem.

    The most luxurious sixth floor of the Royal Gate Hotel is not open today. You must know that this sixth floor is not something that a wealthy businessman can get up to. Without a certain social status, don¡¯t even think about it. How can a beggar from an island country just leave?  You can get into this place just by being lucky enough to win tens of trillions of cents?

    ??Closing the door, beating the dog, and then hacking it away with a stick.

    Need to discuss.

    There is only a small sign hanging at the door of the sixth floor: closed today. During the banquet, please bring your invitation letter to enter, otherwise do not enter!

    A small sign seems to have the power to shock people. All those who want to come to the sixth floor to have fun see such a sign and feel dissatisfied but dare not say anything.

    "Why is the sixth floor closed today? Even if we have a banquet, we have to make money. We are guests here to spend money and we are not allowed in."

    "Hey, keep your voice down, don't let the people here hear it, otherwise you may not be able to cover it with your wealth. Hey, it's a pity. It would be great if I also have an invitation letter. Then I will be more impressive when I go out.  I feel confident enough to blow bubbles.¡±

    ¡°Tch, forget it, I don¡¯t care what kind of people you two are, why would the third master send you an invitation letter? Here, let¡¯s open your eyes.¡±

    As a man took out the invitation letter, people standing outside the sixth-floor door gathered around and looked over and over. They didn't know how the three big golden characters on it could have such great magic power.  Many people flocked to it.

    The invitation letter is very elegant, like an exquisite enlarged version of a business card. It has two pages, and three words are written on the first page: invitation letter.  The name of the invitee was written on the second page. It was as simple as that, but just such an invitation made others envious.

    "How about it, are you envious?" The man did not hide his pride and waved to everyone in a showy way, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by stars.

    The sixth floor of the Royal Gate Hotel has been closed to visitors since the morning. Like a shy young girl waiting to be released, she quietly hides in her boudoir and dresses herself up carefully.

    Hundreds of beautiful women wearing red cheongsam began to shuttle around the sixth floor early in the morning. So many people kept walkingAlthough it is busy, it still feels empty, which shows how large the area is.  The entire sixth floor seems to have been renovated. It is already grand and elegant, and it looks even more noble. People with a weak foundation will probably feel guilty if they go here for a while, fearing that the dust on their bodies will  The air will contaminate the entire sixth floor.

    The guest rooms of the Royal Gate Hotel are 21 stories high. The number 21 has a special meaning. It represents the highest number of gun salutes fired by heads of state when traveling. This shows the ingenuity of the managers of the Royal Gate Hotel. From the very beginning of the building¡¯s construction,  Consider this layer.  Everyone who can stay on the 21st floor has an extraordinary sense of pride, and the vanity in his heart can be released to the greatest extent.

    At this time, in a presidential suite on the 21st floor, Mr. Zhao and Zhuge Tu were leisurely sitting on the sofa, drinking wine and playing Go. The two underworld bosses were playing so artistically, which was really impressive.

    The situation on the chessboard is obviously not good for Mr. Zhao. Almost all the sunspots in his hand are eaten. He holds a tall wine glass in his left hand and a sunspot in his right hand, which he keeps stroking. He just doesn¡¯t know how to make a move.

    "Third Master, you have been thinking about this step for more than ten minutes. You should just admit defeat. There is no point in getting hung up on it." Zhuge Tu said.

    When Mr. Zhao heard this, he stiffened for a moment, raised his head and looked towards the innermost room, as if he didn't hear Zhuge Tu's words, and said to himself: "Hey, why hasn't Xuan'er come out for so long?  It's been almost three hours, I remember he never spent so much time dressing up before attending such a banquet, is something wrong?"

    After Mr. Zhao finished talking to himself, he turned his attention to Zhuge Tu: "Old Tu, I'm worried about Xuan'er. Could something have happened in the house? Hey, no wonder these games of chess have been played  It stinks so much, I feel worried about it."

    Zhao San said what he said in a stern manner, with a frown on his face, and looked towards Zhao Xuan's room with a pair of slightly worried eyes. People who don't know really think that Mr. Zhao is really worried about Zhao Xuan.

    Zhuge Tu watched Mr. Zhao's performance. After holding it in for a long time, his face turned red. He opened his mouth and said one word: "Fart!"

    The two looked at each other, raised their glasses, clinked them, and laughed at the same time.

    "Old Tu, I'm not joking this time. Xuan'er has never been in this kind of situation before. What is going on?" Mr. Zhao asked.

    "It is said that Miss invited some of her friends tonight, such as the chairman of Bingfeng International, and of course that Lan Feng."

    Zhao San frowned when he heard this. He had heard this meaning from Zhuge Tu more than once.  However, he always had a knot in his heart. It was wrong to be out of the right family. Zhao San had such a daughter, the future Queen of City Z, so there was no way she would give it away so easily.

    "Lao Tu, how was the situation last time I asked you to investigate Lan Feng?" Zhao San asked.

    Zhuge Tu shook his head, "Nothing can be found, nothing can be found clearly. Except for judging from some clues that his identity is unusual, nothing else is known. There is no useful information." After thinking about it.  , and then said: "Third Master, do you remember what happened last time in the imperial capital? Lan Feng slapped Zhang Zilong. If he didn't have enough confidence, he wouldn't have done this. And what's the name of that very famous one?  Anping¡¯s designers seem to know him, and their attitude is very low.¡±

    Zhao San shook his head indifferently and said, "None of this means anything. What if he doesn't know Zhang Zilong's identity? Besides, he was Xuan'er's bodyguard at the time. If Xuan'er was wronged, he would still be alive.  Now? Maybe it was just a fluke."

    Zhuge Tu nodded, and Zhao San's words were reasonable. Now no one is sure, and they can only leave it to fate.

    Since she knew there would be a grand party today, Zhao Xuan had already put some thought into it. She bought a new dress, new shoes, and a brand new set of cosmetics, which she had never had before.  Zhao Xuan even felt that this was the first time she cared so much about something.

    At this time, in Zhao Xuan's house, expensive dresses of various colors and styles were scattered on the ground. If someone who knows the goods saw it, their jaw would be dropped. Every dress in this house has no  You can't even think of getting it for tens of thousands of dollars. According to visual inspection, there are at least twenty sets here, not to mention the various expensive accessories on the table.

    Zhao Xuan stood in front of the dressing table in the room, with light makeup on her face, which brought disaster to the country and the people, and her white and tender neck raised high. She was wearing a purple low-cut evening dress. She was elegant and mysterious, and her plump breasts were full of elasticity. She always wanted to break out of her clothes.  , the slender and deep ditch is looming. If Lan Feng were present, he might not be able to help but tear her into pieces and completely turn her into a naked lamb.

    The queen has become a goddess, with unlimited temptation.

    "ThisWill the set work? Why does this necklace suddenly feel unsightly? Is this bracelet too tacky?  Why are my breasts getting bigger again?  "Zhao Xuan stood in front of the mirror and gestured with all kinds of valuable jewelry, thinking about it without knowing where she was going.

    "Damn it, when did I become a psychopath?" Zhao Xuan felt uncomfortable in her heart. No matter how she looked at it, she felt like she was not dressing up well.

    Zhao Xuan looked at it for a while, but couldn't stand it anymore. She slammed the door and shouted at Zhao San: "Dad, help me hire an Anping designer. If it's later, I'll go crazy!"

    "Poof"

    "Poof"

    With two soft sounds, Zhao San and Zhuge Tu spit out the red wine they had just drank in their mouths. It was just right, one for each person, and they were very happy.

    The two of them didn't care whether they were in embarrassment or not. They looked at Zhao Xuan unblinkingly with old faces and two pairs of incredible eyes.

    "Xuan'er."

    "Miss."

    "Is there really something wrong with your brain?"
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