The car stopped at the entrance of Qinghua Mansion.

Blue and White Mansion is the largest bar in Huangpu. The bar is very large and sells a variety of foreign wines.

Zhou Yingying is the top star of the Blue and White Mansion, a female star created by the boss.

He Liuzhi entered the Qinghua Mansion, and Lao Li was about to clear the place, but He Liuzhi glanced at him. Upon seeing this, Lao Li silently retreated.

He sat at the corner of the bar and drank. The whiskey was strong. He drank it one mouthful at a time, his eyes deep.

On the stage, Zhou Yingying was wearing a glittering suspender dress and a dark fur shawl, and was singing a love song softly.

The song surged towards the entire Blue and White Mansion like a tide, like an oriole's cry.

It wasn't until a long time ago that a soft, boneless hand rested on He Liuzhi's shoulder and said softly: "Master Xiao Liu is here."

Zhou Yingying said as she sat next to He Liuzhi.

There was a strong fragrance of powder coming from her body, which made He Liuzhi couldn't help but frown.

Zhou Yingying poured whiskey for He Liuzhi and wanted to feed it to his mouth, but He Liuzhi frowned and avoided it.

The hand holding the wine glass paused slightly, and Zhou Yingying looked at him blankly: "Master Xiao Liu?"

He Liuzhi put his arm around Zhou Yingying's shoulders, his face and eyes returned to their usual smile, and he whispered in her ear: "Let's go sit at your house."

Zhou Yingying's cheeks were slightly red, and she smiled sweetly while leaning into He Liuzhi's arms.

But before the two of them walked out of the bar, they heard two men talking next door at a very loud volume.

One of them said: "The young master of the Jia family seems to have been imprisoned by his father."

Another person laughed sarcastically: "This matter has caused such a big fuss that it has spread throughout Huangpu."

"No, he actually hired a beautician in the opera house, and he was having a great time."

"What do you know?" Another person asked, "That male actor is the famous Mr. Qiu. He has a soft waist and a soft voice. He is a beauty in the world. He is more feminine than a woman!"

"She must be enchanting in bed."

Speaking of this, the two of them laughed wildly.

He Liuzhi suddenly stopped and looked sideways at them.

Zhou Yingying asked in confusion: "Xiao Liuye, what's wrong?"

He Liuzhi came back to his senses and said with a low smile: "It's nothing."

He glanced at Lao Li who was standing in the corner, and then led Zhou Yingying out.

Not long after the two left, several men in black suddenly rushed in front of the two men and dragged them out.

In the alley behind the Blue and White Mansion, two miserable screams of pain soon rang out.

The night is getting darker and the mist is gradually rising.

Zhou Yingying lives in a private apartment in the French Concession. Although it is not large, it is decorated in a modern French style, with floral wall coverings on the walls.

This apartment building is four stories high, and the residents are not densely packed. The people living here are basically small households with acceptable conditions.

Zhou Yingying led He Liuzhi in, a little shy, but He Liuzhi was sitting on the sofa like an old man. Seeing that the eldest young master did not show any disgust, Zhou Yingying secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to make tea for him.

The tea leaves rose and fell in the cup. Zhou Yingying handed the cup to him, then curled up next to him and said, "Master Liu is already here. Do you want to spend the night before leaving?"

He Liuzhi bent his eyes and smiled: "Okay."

Zhou Yingying was secretly happy. Even though Xiao Liuye always came to see her from time to time, he never got too close to her.

It's just that Mr. Xiao Liu was generous, even if she didn't serve him personally, he still gave her a lot of rewards.

But people's hearts are always dissatisfied, so she should find a way to get closer to him and hold him tightly.

Zhou Yingying smiled even more charmingly, took He Liuzhi's hand and walked toward the bedroom.

The bedroom light is warm and yellow, making it appear somewhat ambiguous.

Zhou Yingying put her arms around He Liuzhi's waist and looked up at him: "Xiao Liuye, Ying'er likes you so much."

With a smile on his face, He Liuzhi allowed Zhou Yingying to hold him, without pushing him away or taking the initiative.

He Liu knew: "What do you like about me?"

Zhou Yingying: "I like everything about you. Mr. Xiao Liu is the most handsome man in Huangpu."

He Liuzhi chuckled and said, "What if I am disfigured?"

Zhou Yingying was stunned for a moment, then said: "Master Xiao Liu is so blessed and blessed, how could he be disfigured?"

But I don't know if it was irony or luck, but suddenly I heard a louder cry from outside: "Oh no, it's gone!"

"It's on fire!"

"Quickly put out the fire!"

Zhou Yingying panicked and quickly walked to the window to look out. Sure enough, she saw thick smoke billowing outside the window.

He Liuzhi actually managed to laugh, squinted his eyes and said, "You see, it's easy to be disfigured in this situation."

Zhou Yingying screamed and pulled He Liuzhi madly towards the door.

But the fire spread extremely hard, and in just a few minutes, it burned all the way up.

Zhou Yingying's home is on the third floor, and the temperature in the stairwell is already very hot. You can feel the burning heat through the soles of your shoes when you step on the ground.

There were already many people rushing down the stairwell, some losing their minds because of their anxiety. The crowds almost caused a stampede.

He Liuzhi remained calm and waited until the crowd left first, then pulled Zhou Yingying down the stairs without changing his expression.

But Zhou Yingying was a delicate woman, and she couldn't stand it after taking only two steps. The high heels on her feet caused her to sprain, and she lay on the ground in great pain.

Zhou Yingying pushed He Liuzhi and cried softly with tears in her eyes: "Xiao Liuye, please go first and leave me alone."

He Liuzhi looked disgusted and thought that women are really troublesome. If it were a small river, it wouldn't be like this.

But he was frightened by his own thoughts, and his brows instantly furrowed even more.

A thick smoke began to fill the stairwell. He Liuzhi asked Zhou Yingying to wait for him here and continued to go downstairs. But at this moment, a small figure suddenly appeared on the stairs from the bottom up.

Sheng Chuhe was wrapped in a wet blanket, with only his eyes exposed, which made him look a little funny.
Chapter completed!