The next day, his subordinates reported that after a thorough investigation, they determined that Du Qi was secretly in close contact with a woman who often appeared in the club.
They were lovers, and that woman was the wife of the leader of a faction in Beicheng. After becoming a widow, she took over the shady force, and she was like a fish in water.
The woman was nicknamed Mrs. Magnolia because she loved the Magnolia flower so much.
Jiang Fu had cooperated with her a few times before, but because he didn't want to wade too deep, he didn't have much contact with her. This time, for Du Qi's matter, he asked someone to contact Mrs. Yulan.
Madam Yulan responded quickly, and agreed to meet at the club at seven o'clock tomorrow night.
This time Jiang Fu did not bring Yuan Chen with him, but was invited to go alone.
The club was opened by Mrs. Yulan. As soon as Jiang Fu arrived at the door, a waiter led him in. When he reached the upper level of the club, the bodyguards behind him were stopped outside the door.
"Second Lord, Mrs. Yulan only invites you in."
The waiter explained in trepidation that there were people on both sides whom he did not dare to offend, and it was really difficult for him to be caught between them.
Jiang Fu didn't make things difficult for him, and after ordering the bodyguards to wait outside the door, he opened the door and went in alone.
Mrs. Yulan was lying on the soft bed and talking into the microphone, her mellow female voice was filled with infinite charm. When she saw Jiang Fu coming in, she winked at him charmingly, but without delay, she blamed the microphone again He laughed a few times, and whispered words like a lover.
She was wearing an eerie red cheongsam, showing a bumpy figure because of her lying posture. The hem split from the side of the thigh revealed her smooth white legs. The black stockings were trimmed with beautiful lace, and the bottom was painted The jade feet with bright red nails are graceful and graceful.
Jiang Fu took a quiet look at her and then looked away, sitting on a chair with a thin cushion in the room, holding a little cigarette and biting it in his mouth.
He was wearing a clean white shirt with a popular striped vest over it, black trousers stepped into the boots, his legs were slender, and the innocence and harmlessness that emerged from his body looked like a college student who didn't know much about the world.
Mrs. Yulan spoke into the microphone for a few more minutes before hanging up. She didn't get up, she was still lying down and smiling at Jiang Fu, her beautiful eyes were full of affection.
"Second Master is such a rare visitor, he is finally willing to come to my place."
Jiang Fu smiled while biting a cigarette, took out a rouge box from his pocket and put it on the table at hand, smiling softly.
"I saw a beautiful thing in the street yesterday. I thought it would be more suitable for you, so I brought it for you. The ceremony is a little lighter, Madam, don't be offended."
Mrs. Yulan just got up, and her snow-white jade feet got into the red root shoes. The upright color was full of ambiguous provocations. She glanced resentfully at Jiang Fu, who was still smiling, and swayed to the table. Propping himself up on his elbows like a bone, he picked up the rouge box.
On the back of the brocade, there is a charming woman painted, and that touch of bright red is particularly attractive.
Madam Yulan lifted the lid of the box, rubbed a little scarlet powder with her fingertips, and lightly dabbed it on Jiang Fu's lips.
Jiang Fu lazily raised his eyes to look at her, the black eyes on his white face were crystal clear, and the bright red on his lips exuded a soul-stirring and strong sense of beauty, which instantly clenched his whole heart .
Mrs. Yulan smiled charmingly, and there was a slight jealousy in her admiration.
"I remember that the last time I saw Second Master was three years ago. I didn't expect that after such a long time, Second Master seems to have never changed. He is more beautiful than any girl I have ever seen."
Comparing the well-known second master in the North City with the girl's family, it is obvious that Mrs. Yulan is very courageous.
But Jiang Fu was not angry, he just hooked her wrist, and put the slim woman in his arms.
The slightly drooping corners of the eyes let out a gleam of style, like a treasure in the depths of the forest was quietly opened an inch of gap, the supreme brilliance is dazzling.
He smiled slightly, the dimples on his cheeks were as sweet as smoky strong wine, tempting people to fall headfirst.
Mrs. Yulan choked for breath, feeling ashamed and despicable. She brushed the hair behind her ears, gently wrapped her jade arm around Jiang Fu's neck, and hung in Jiang Fu's ear, smiling.
"I'm telling the truth, Second Master, don't be angry."
Before she finished speaking, her words stopped suddenly, and her shocked eyes slid from the bite mark on Jiang Fu's earlobe to the back of his neck, which was slightly greasy.
It was covered with dense hickey marks, deep and heavy, unabashedly declaring ownership.
Even in a trance, Mrs. Yulan could still smell the faint scent of saponin on Jiang Fu's body, as if she had just taken a shower before coming here, and there were still a few traces of unfamiliar smells wrapped in the refreshing cleanliness.
That forceful intrusion seemed to have completely left his exclusive traces inside and out, and it was more like a blunt warning to outsiders with malicious intentions.
Mrs. Yulan's expression changed slightly, but the waist was pressed by the second master's hand. The slender hand climbed up like an invisible snake, and then a bit of cold and sharp texture pressed against Mrs. Yulan's back.
Jiang Fu's smile did not fade away, and when he stared at Mrs. Yulan with bright black eyes under the light, it gave her the illusion of being deeply loved.
The words uttered from the beautifully shaped lips were sweet and ruthless.
"I never do anything to women, Mrs. Yulan, you are very lucky to be the first."
A flash of panic flashed across Mrs. Yulan's face, and then she calmed down again. She pressed her fingernails painted with Kodan against Jiang Fu's lips as if no one else was there, and her giggles were full of regret.
"Second Master, you are such a treasure. I don't even want to let you go. But I'm really sorry, there are too many people coveting you. If I don't join, I'm afraid I won't get anything. Second Master, please forgive me I am a hard-working woman."
Jiang Fu raised his eyes to look at him, and before he opened his mouth, he suddenly felt that his eyes went black, and Mrs. Yulan's charming face turned into many double images, and then fell into darkness.
Madam Yulan flicked her nails, and the drug hidden in the cracks fell into the air without sound and turned into smoke.
She touched Jiang Fu's greasy side face regrettably, then walked to a wall inside, and tapped lightly.
The wall was pushed away from the inside, and two young singers in cheongsams came out.
Madam Yulan ordered.
"Send people out, be careful."
The singing girl responded, and tacitly put the unconscious Jiang Fu's arm on her shoulder, and helped him into the secret passage behind the wall.
After the person disappeared, the wall slowly closed seamlessly.
On the black car outside the club were Yuan Chen's pre-arranged subordinates, quietly guarding the door and watching the changes.
As the night darkened, the prosperity of Beicheng was still flourishing. A group of singers wearing cheongsams and shawls came out of the club. They pushed and shoved each other with smiles, and walked together to the civilian alley not far away.
This is the shift point every night. The dancers wear heavy makeup, graceful cheongsams outline their exquisite figures, and lace stockings wrap their snow-white thighs. They can easily attract everyone's attention wherever they walk.
Several subordinates in the car also looked at them at the same time, staring blankly.
In the passenger seat was Yuan Chen's confidant. He kept the surveillance mission in mind, and calmly reminded other distracted people.
"Show me the door!"
The others quickly looked away as if awakened from a dream, and their young faces couldn't help turning red.
The confidant glanced at his subordinates in the rearview mirror, then coldly withdrew his gaze, and continued to stare at the club door.
From the corner of my eye, I glanced at the dancers who were going far away in the street ahead. The lights on the side of the road reflected their colorful cheongsams very movingly. One of the dancers wearing a peacock green cheongsam was particularly outstanding. She was a little taller than the other dancers. , the shoulders seem to be wider, but the slender back is still very eye-catching.
The shawl wrapped her head, and the black hair was exposed in the gap lifted by the wind, blending with the thick dark color, making it difficult to recognize.
She seemed to be drunk, her body swayed from side to side following the pushing and shoving of the other dancer Xiao Yang, and her footsteps were a little chaotic.
The dancers on the left and right sides held her arms intimately and kept talking, looking familiar and natural.
A strange strangeness flashed in his confidant's heart, and when he wanted to take a closer look, the group of dancers had already crossed the road, their shadowy figures blocked by the rampant vehicles.
The confidant hesitated for a second, and when he was hesitating whether to get out of the car, he suddenly heard the subordinates in the back seat shouting nervously.
"Look across the street!"
His confidant's eyelids twitched, and he quickly looked across the street. He was one of the upstarts who were kicked out of the North City.
Yuan Chen said that he should keep an eye on anyone who should not appear.
The confidant immediately retracted the suspicion just now, and ordered them in a deep voice.
"Follow me!"
The subordinates in the back seat quickly opened the door and chased after him. His confidant continued to stare at the door of the club, but for some reason he always felt a little uneasy. After waiting anxiously for ten minutes, he finally couldn't help but say.
"You keep watching. I'll go upstairs to see how the second master is doing."
When he walked to the high-rise room, the second master's bodyguards were still loyally waiting at the door.
The confidant glanced at them calmly, and the two of them shook their heads lightly, indicating that there was nothing unusual inside.
The confidant pondered for a moment, then knocked on the door.
After a while, Mrs. Yulan opened the door and said with displeasure.
"I haven't finished talking with the second master yet, why are you so ignorant of the rules?"
From the gap at the door, you can see half of the sofa in the room. The man with his back to his confidant has black hair and fair neck. He is lazily shaking a goblet. In the dim light, his quiet appearance is indeed the second master. .
The worries in his confidant's heart were immediately dispelled, and he bowed to Mrs. Yulan apologetically.
"Sorry to bother you."
Madam Yulan snorted softly and closed the door heavily.
She crossed her arms and walked towards the sofa chair, leaning on the edge and whispering.
"It was actually able to deceive them."
The person on the sofa raised his head slightly, revealing a fair face, he smiled faintly and said.
"After all, I have played so many characters on the stage, and they didn't dare to really look at the second master carefully. I was just fooled by bad luck."
He lowered his head, playing with the rouge box that Mrs. Yulan left on the table in his palm, as if he had picked up a treasure that he couldn't put it down by chance.
He asked softly.
"Can you give me this rouge box?"
Madam Yulan paused when she swept the rouge box in his hand, agreed, and sighed again after a few seconds.
"Young Master Yue, you insist on getting into this muddy water this time. If we can't bring down Second Master, then you may never have the chance to sing on stage again."
"It's all right."
Yue Lu answered quickly, he just concentrated on looking at the rouge box, his eyes were gentle and fascinated, as if he could get closer to that person through this little thing that that person touched.
"I just don't want to see him owned by anyone, he belongs to our second master."