After some searching, Shang Xiuyuan failed to find Fang Zui. Instead, he ordered his subordinates: "go to find Mr. Fang and say I want to meet him alone."
"Yes." The man turned and left.
"Wait a minute."
The man paused.
"Don't draw attention." Shangxiuyuan reminder.
The man said, "I see."
At the end of the dinner, the night sky was lit up with fireworks.
On the top deck, there are only two people, Shang Si Zhan and Shi Qian.
The man said softly, "shallow, happy birthday."
Shi Qian took back his sight, turned and looked at the man's beautiful handsome face, and slowly opened his mouth: "Si Zhan, thank you."
The business secretary Zhan's thin lips were slightly hooked, and his voice was magnetic and bewitching: "should I change my name at this time?"
He paused for two seconds and smiled: "husband."
The man chuckled, took the girl into his arms, and the kiss fell.
Banquet hall on the first floor.
Many people have left, and many others are still drinking and chatting.
White Wuchen walks to the deck alone with his wine cup, looking at the calm sea and deep in thought.
A beautiful woman with long hair noticed him and seemed to be attracted by his appearance and quiet temperament in junior high school.
The woman came to him with a glass and smiled, "hello."
White Wuchen returns to his senses, looks at her sideways and says calmly, "hello."
Looking at the man's beautiful face, the woman's little face couldn't help but catch a touch of shame, and asked, "Why are you alone here?"
Bai Wuchen replied, "I like silence."
"Oh." Women are not like people who often chat up. They are not good at words. After thinking for a while, they found other topics: "you play the piano very well. Are you a pianist?"
"No."
"What do you do?"
"I am a herbalist."
"Herbalist!" The woman was a little surprised. She was a little strange to this profession, but she still praised: "then you must be very good."