At the beginning of the heavy night, the night is charming, and the colorful and huge "whale" named "Night Pearl" swims safely in the vast Pacific Ocean.
Even if there is no banquet held on the open-air deck, the night pearl under the crescent moon is still shrouded in the atmosphere of enjoying the night to the fullest.
But at this moment in the first floor of the ship, the majestic ballroom's crimson carpet is like a rose like blood, and the dresses and skirts, beauties with red wine, and even every bit of the air filled with perfume are showing off!
This is the top hall!
The upper of Berluti's shoes under the straight trousers reflected the crystal chandelier above his head, and the gold collar in Henry Paul's pure black suit supported the pure white shirt collar, reflecting the tallness of their owners.
However, at this moment, neither Berluti nor Henry Paul could provide their owners with even a little warmth, even though they were not originally used to keep warm...
Looking at the majestic old man with a silver beard and a red crystal cane inlaid with Si Ai...
behind.
The corner of Fangran's mouth twitched, his eyes filled with incredible shock.
Long silver-gray hair tied up like a hairstyle for a prom, legs straight and perfect on silver high-heeled shoes under a bright silver evening dress, tortoiseshell glasses, pale shoulders that look a little thin, the one sitting quietly in a corner of the banquet Cocktail The girl who watched the crowd turned into a beautiful woman in Lishui.
It looks like a silver slender water bird stepping on the water.
Seeing Monica appear here, standing obediently behind the old man, glanced at him and then quickly lowered her head, a little afraid to look at Fangran, a terrifying guess uncontrollably appeared in Fangran's mind .
It made him understand why he was invited, but now Fangran refused to admit it, and tried his best to hint that he should not guess in that direction.
After shaking hands with Si Ai, the old man leaned on a ruby cane, looked over with majestic eyes, and stared at Fangran as if looking up and down.
The mysterious, silver-bearded old man with an unknown amount of wealth and his high-ranking majesty aura immediately overwhelmed Fangran.
'Rabbit Ran' felt like he was being stared at by the Eagle King.
Scanning Fangran's whole body from beginning to end, he seemed to be quite satisfied with his clothes and appearance. He showed his eyes that he had barely passed the test. He seemed to let Fangran go and looked away.
Fangran suddenly felt as if he had been pardoned.
"It's a good night, you are welcome, young people from China."
The old man spoke slowly, his voice was low and heavy, his light or even emotionless voice could make people feel flattered, after all, for most people, it was already an honor to be welcomed by this person himself.
But at this moment, Fangran was even more nervous when he heard him speak, trying to meditate in his heart.
Calm, calm, calm, not necessarily what you guessed, not necessarily what you guessed, not necessarily what you guessed... .
"Introduction, this is my granddaughter, Moni."
Fangran: "...."
For a moment, Fangran understood a truth. When he came out to play around, he always had to pay it back.
And he once again remembered the words of his ideological and moral teacher.
"Students, you must be a person who abides by the moral code, otherwise you will be punished one day."
puff!
Sorry, teacher! I am ashamed of your teachings!
I shouldn't have molested people for intelligence, I was wrong, I was punished!
Fangran felt his whole body twitch uncontrollably, with a bitter urge to cry.
Looking at Si Ai and Fangran, Monica raised her skirt slightly, doing a ladylike meeting etiquette.
"Hello, pretty lady."
Si Ai smiled and bowed to Monica, like a perfect gentleman, Fangran lost his eyes, yes, imitating Si Ai's movements.
Fangran was trembling all over, and the expression on his face felt like it was almost unstoppable. He completely admitted his guess and understood why he was invited.
You bastard, you molested someone's granddaughter! How can you tell others to turn a blind eye and let you go!
Fangran covered his face in his heart and thought, but the smile on his face showed that he was particularly vicissitudes.
Fangran had already expected that the fact that he evaded the fare to get on the boat must be discovered, and he might not know how many troubles would come against him in a while, so he just waited for him to show his feet, and immediately locked him in the small dark room... .
"Mr. Si Ai, this is the first time Monica has come to this kind of social occasion. At the dance, I hope you can be her dance partner."
Old man O'Brien leaned on a ruby cane that was a bit small for him, and said to Si Ai with a smile.
"With pleasure, it's my pleasure, Miss Monica."
Si Ai chuckled lightly, then stretched out her hand, and Monica put her hand on it a little cautiously.
Fangran was slightly lost in thought, looking at the scene with lowered eyes, and heaved a sigh of relief.
I should be worrying too much, she is the granddaughter of the owner of the Night Pearl, so it's not the worst guess after all.
"So, Hansen, it's almost time, let's prepare the first song as the opening of the dance."
"yes."
Hearing the old man O'Brien's order, the old man who led Fangran's butler just now answered immediately, bowed down, and went to the leader of the band to explain.
"Enjoy the night."
After finishing speaking, the old man O'Brien nodded to Monica, and then walked in another direction with several bodyguards in black.
"It's almost time, the dance is about to start, beautiful Miss Monica, how about we go over there and have a chat?"
Si Aiwen politely smiled at Monica, not at all like the prodigal son just now.
"Um."
Monica nodded, then wanted to look but didn't seem to dare to look at Fangran and walked in another direction.
Si Ai looked at Fangran curiously and lowered his voice:
"Brother Ran, why do you look a little strange when you see this little girl?"
"..."
"...Brother Ai, your illusion."
"You were silent just now..."
"No, brother Ai, your illusion."
Si Ai looked at Fangran speechlessly, feeling that this kind of scene had happened last time.
"Brother Ran, what about your dance partner?"
"I don't have a partner, I'm already planning to find a corner for a while..."
Si Ai was slightly surprised when he heard this, looked at Fangran and said:
"It's disrespectful and humiliating to be alone without a partner at a ball without dancing."
"It's okay, no one will pay attention to me."
Fangran nodded confidently, with the confidence to stand out among the crowd.
"Okay then, I'll go first..."
Si Ai glanced at him speechlessly, then said helplessly, and walked towards Monica who had been waiting for him for a while.
"Wulululu... Finally made it through."
Fangran rubbed the stiff facial muscles with a wry smile, and heaved a sigh of relief remembering O'Brien's oppressive aura just now.
He looked around vigilantly, and quickly picked up another one from the nearest table with tower-shaped wine glasses... Bah, a glass of carrots... Bah! Got another glass of red wine.
Then, when Fangran had just reached the edge, in the corner of the hall, the band stopped suddenly, and then the leader, holding a baton, knocked on the shelf where the music score was placed.
The strings strike, the violin chords!
All kinds of classical and elegant musical instruments played out their timbres and tones, which are difficult for ordinary people to control, and a high-pitched waltz sounded slowly!
Prom begins!
As if they had received a signal, all the guests who were chatting and laughing with wine glasses in the hall stopped talking, smiled at each other, some shrugged, and then dispersed outwards, leaving the circle in the hall tacitly. shaped venue.
A team of butlers immediately dispatched, neatly and orderly opened the dark red carpet ring in the center, revealing the bright and bright elegant tile floor below.
All the guests were smiling and standing on the carpet outside. With the soothing and high-pitched music, couples of gentlemen in suits and leather shoes, who were beauties in evening dresses and high heels, walked into the dance floor.
Perhaps it was because they started from Shanghai. Nearly one-third of the dancers were Chinese people. From time to time, they also held the hands of their partners, walked into the center of the dance floor, and danced gracefully.
Fangran's eyes were a little preoccupied. For the first time, the prosperity and splendor of the world unfolded before his eyes.
Under the brilliant lights, all the soaring movements became a diffuse background, the band in black dresses, and the chirping instruments.
Seven crystal chandeliers The golden glazed chandeliers surrounded by stars and moons are directly below. People who were once unimaginable shrouded in the golden light show elegant smiles. Beside the tall and straight men, the skirts of the ladies rotate into one by one. ring.
The movement is marching, and the dance is magnificent!
More and more people are smiling with their partners, or reaching out to the ladies who are willing to accept the invitation, and they are walking on the dance floor.
Before he knew it, Fangran was the only one left on the carpet on the edge of the Yasuli tiled floor!
It was too late for Fangran to react, not only him, even Ji Lingyan never expected it!
This turned out to be a grand scene where everyone would enter and dance together!
Under the brilliant light of the golden glazed chandelier, it seemed that the gap between the two worlds was stinging, and he couldn't open his eyes.
On the innermost circle of the dance floor, Si Ai was leading Monica to dance. The eldest lady was in a trance, and Monica's dance moves were impeccable, but he caught a glimpse of Fangran standing alone outside the dance floor from the corner of his eye, and frowned worriedly.
'Why is little brother Ran still standing there? '
Seeing that everyone just found a partner and entered the stage to dance, Si Ai suddenly frowned!
The number of people is wrong!
Even if it was a big scene that required everyone to dance together, it couldn't happen that there was no one there, only brother Ran was left alone without a partner.
Si Ai took a closer look, and was surprised to find that there was not even a single woman around. All the female guests were invited and walked onto the dance floor!
Without a partner, she could only stand on the sidelines in embarrassment. Si Ai had already heard a lot of softly mocking comments from people as she spun past!
What's more serious is that now O'Brien, the overlord of North American assets and the mysterious owner of the Night Pearl appeared for the first time at the ball, standing alone on the sidelines.
But little brother... .
Si Ai frowned worriedly, and in the direction of the main seat of the ball hall, O'Brien sat on the sofa with a cane on his expressionless face.
At the edge of the ball, apart from the waiters, there was only Fangran standing on the carpet in the open space. Looking at the scene where only himself was left, Fangran grasped his hands nervously. He could vaguely, no, clearly see the dancing crowd, looking at it from time to time. The funny look and the lively look to yourself.
A drop of sweat silently slid down Fangran's forehead, he clenched his right hand tightly, and his left hand clenched the phantom card in his pocket, listening to the chuckle that came from time to time.
"well... ."
In the end, Fangran still sighed, and gave up the method of using a magic card to enter the arena, but he couldn't explain where the partner came from.
Forget it, I'm not from this world anyway, so I can lose face if I lose face, anyway, I'm about to get off the ship, this uncomfortable embarrassment and embarrassment should be the price of molesting that girl.
Ignoring all kinds of eyes from the center of the dance floor looking at clowns, being puzzled, and curious about what will happen next, Fangran gently put down the glass of red wine, intending to step aside.
Seeing Fangran's movements, many men who danced with their partners shook their heads and laughed contemptuously. The ladies and ladies also looked away and lost interest in this curious young man.
Seeing that young man was finally desperately planning to retreat, O'Brien finally curled up his mouth and looked away.
But!
at this time!
Everyone felt that the huge golden colored glaze chandelier above their heads was in a trance!
The light and darkness are divided, and the sight is scattered!
Fangran felt that the optical fiber in front of him suddenly became stronger, and then he saw the figure clearly. He entered the arena in such a forceful way that he didn't care, didn't care, and was unreasonable, his pupils dilated unbelievably!
The water-like golden ripples spread, and a figure appeared as if stepping on the magnificent lights at the moment, and the brilliant evening dress covered the huge chandelier above the head like real golden glass!
Her long light blonde hair was bound by a hair accessory inlaid with gemstones on the side. Wearing an evening dress and high heels, she seemed to be much taller than usual. All the rays of light became her background. Her face was elegant and delicate. Her eyes are quiet and beautiful, like the legendary golden fairy in picture books.
Fangran had lived for twenty years, and felt that this might be the first time he saw an angel appear from the golden light.
But he was a little familiar, just like meeting him for the first time, he made an agreement with this person, and then the door of the night war world opened to him with a bang!
The music was a little stagnant, and there were whispers of exclamations on the dance floor!
Before everyone was shocked by how she appeared, I don't know how many gentlemen looked at that figure and were a little shocked, and I don't know how many ladies went crazy with longing and jealousy!
With a delicate and quiet face, she raised her slender arms usually hidden in her long sleeves with her eyes closed, and lightly pinched the hem of her golden glazed skirt. The movement was perfect, and her voice was clear and cold, but everyone in the audience seemed to be able to hear it. Especially Fangran, who was standing in front of her, could hear the eminent aloofness hidden under the crispness of the words.
"Won't you ask me to dance?".
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