Liao'an is a beautiful coastal city. The lights are on, and neon lights cover the entire city, rendering the night sky into a pink color.

The hustle and bustle of the day are hidden, showing the prosperity of the night city.

On the bustling section of Liao'an City, facing the sea, is a unique 32-story building. This is the most famous five-star hotel Huaxiang Building in the city. And since its opening, "Huaxiang" has been well-known in the industry.

Huaxiang's design style is very different. In the night, it is like a shining pearl sitting by the sea and looking at the blue waves. It is said that the designer who participated in his designs won the gold medal in the international design competition for "Huaxiang".

The car slowly stopped in front of Huaxiang Building. The doorman came to open the door. Yun Mengxue walked out of the car. She wore a long cobalt blue evening dress with a small white shawl. Her long hair was tied high and a large wave fell on her shoulders.

Yun Mengxue just put a little pink and red lips on her lips, and her beautiful temperament immediately surpassed the vulgar pinks in the audience, and her natural beauty naturally appeared.

Yun Mengxue was in a pretty good mood today. Because Nie Xiaotian had something to do temporarily and could not attend the dance, Song Zhiyu came to Liao'an City.

In addition, Yun Mengxue also got another news from Song Zhiyu, that is, Nie Xiaotian also took Lian Siya away when he was traveling. In addition, Song Xiaotian heard that she was pregnant with twins, and even Yicheng was busy being a prospective dad, so these people would not appear today.

Those who disturb their moods are not in front of their eyes, how could Yun Mengxue not be happy? But she still felt a little depressed, that is...

"Mengxue, your mask."

Song Zhiyu, who walked out behind Yun Mengxue, interrupted her thoughts. Perhaps because of her outfit, Song Zhiyu had a kind of charming charm. This was different from her usual style, but she was very attractive and could not help but drifted with her figure.

Another reason why Yun Mengxue is quite happy is that this commercial dance is held in the form of a masquerade party. It does not require real appearance, but also makes Yun Mengxue feel a lot more relaxed.

After taking the silver fox mask handed over by Song Zhiyu and put it on her face, Yun Mengxue looked at the little raccoon mask that Song Zhiyu wore, and couldn't help but touch her laughter.

"You said you were dressed so beautifully that you actually made a raccoon mask. It was really a bit unfitting, wasting this exquisite makeup."

Song Zhiyu smiled and gently pulled Yun Mengxue's hand on the front mask.

"What if it doesn't matter, the protagonist today is not me. My beauty is only displayed in front of Brother Hao Ning, and other men stand aside."

Yun Mengxue was slightly stunned, looking at Song Zhiyu with confusion in her eyes.

"The protagonist? What does it mean?"

There was always an indescribable feeling in my heart. Yun Mengxue looked at Song Zhiyu's mask, and then thought about her mysterious silver fox mask. The gap between them seemed too big, right?

"Okay, don't think about it, let's go in quickly!"

Song Zhiyu smiled and interrupted Yun Mengxue's doubts. How could she be suspicious at this time? After all, the good show is still coming.

...

Walking into the vestibule of Huaxiang Building, the flower garden corridors on both sides extend to the center, and there is a small music fountain. Behind the fountain is another corridor leading directly to the atrium, which is the venue for the commercial masquerade.

Huaxiang Building is worthy of being the most famous five-star hotel in the city. The interior design complements the traditional combination. The artificially built miniature streams and waterfalls, the artificial lake surrounding the surroundings, and the pebbles and foot massage area highlights the differences here from other commercial hotels everywhere.

In the venue area, there were beautiful clothes and beautiful figures, young talents, famous ladies, and elites from all walks of life gathered together.

"Mengxue, didn't you find that you are the most charming in the venue?"

Song Zhiyu whispered in Yunmengxue's ear, and Yunmengxue bent her mouth and smiled gently.

"Don't just pick up all the nice things to tell me. The most pleasing thing here is naturally Shao Yatong, the CEO's wife of Chuhang Group. After all, the dance party was held by his husband, so how can it be if the popularity is not higher than the next level!"

Yun Mengxue was joking, and she just wanted to try to relax the atmosphere, because there were too many people here, and everyone was wearing masks, which felt a little weird.

"It's strange. You said before that it was a masquerade party. Now I'm here and I feel a little nervous. I'm really a difficult lady to serve!"

"Don't joke with me!"

Yun Mengxue pretended to be relaxed and patted Song Zhiyu's arm. At this time, Chu Mohan, the organizer of the dance and the president of Chuhang Group, came to the stage, and the audience immediately became silent.

Chu Mohan's tall and straight figure and a light gray moon-like suit set off him like a perfect prince walking out of a fairy tale.

Today is Chu Mohan's celebration ball to celebrate the successful acquisition of Huaxiang Building. Therefore, as the host and emcee of the dance, he must give full play to the friendship of the landlords to promote a joyful atmosphere on the scene.

"Strange, why didn't Yatong go on stage with her husband to deliver a speech?"

Song Zhiyu's face was full of confusion, and this question made Yun Mengxue laugh.

"You really like to worry about other people's affairs. Maybe she is changing makeup and dressing up in the background right now. How could there be so many 'maybe' or 'maybe' that makes you guess and think about it!"

"Oh, you don't understand."

Song Zhiyu frowned, and a worried look appeared on her face without knowingly.

"I didn't fully explain it to you before. In fact, the relationship between Yatong and Chu Mohan is no less than that between you and Luo Haochen..."

Yun Mengxue's expression changed and she froze there. Song Zhiyu also realized that she was talking too much for a while, so she hurriedly covered her mouth with one hand and looked at Yun Mengxue with concern.

"I...just make a metaphor..."

With a gentle wave of his hand, Yun Mengxue forced herself to remain calm.

"I'm fine, Zhiyu, you... don't care too much, I understand what you mean."

Although Song Zhiyu and Yun Mengxue talked about the story of Shao Yatong and Chu Mohan, there were still some details she was not very clear. As someone who was very close to Song Zhiyu recently, Shao Yatong had already told her many things that were not known to others.

However, those things are not the root cause of Yun Mengxue's discomfort. After all, it is someone else's business. She is just a listener and a spectator.

Yun Mengxue felt so uncomfortable that it was Luo Haochen, the person who kept saying that he wanted to win back their relationship, had disappeared recently as if he had never appeared.

I really don’t know if I will completely forget Luo Haochen in my heart after a long time? Yun Mengxue is very entangled now. On the one hand, she wants to forget, but on the other hand, she is very afraid of forgetting.

They just wanted a very simple relationship, but they could never get what they wanted. The two of them were struggling and struggling to move forward in a difficult situation...

...

The heavy and ancient bell rang at 8 o'clock in the evening, Chu Mohan's speech ended and the masquerade officially began.

The melodious music sounds were clear and clean piano sounds. The ring music platform slowly rotated and rose, which immediately attracted everyone to turn their attention.

A pure white grand piano, sitting in front of the piano was a girl wearing a milky white paired with a light purple evening dress and long hair shawls, looking noble and elegant... Let's see, it should be a girl.

She was dressed in a simple outfit, but she showed indescribable tranquility and elegance. Especially the string of amethyst decorative hanging chains on the waist of the evening dress were the same as the mask she wore on her face, which added a mysterious charm to the shining lights.

Not only that, the girl's superb piano skills are amazing. She seems that without more than ten years of hard work, she cannot achieve such a peak attainment.

Just as people were admiring the girl on the stage, a high platform slowly rose in front of the piano she played.

A man with a white dovetail suit and a white electric violin with a bright shoulder bra appeared in front of everyone, and at the same time the symphony accompaniment of the audience also slowly began.

The man's every move was full of gentlemanly and noble aura. He was a silver fox mask that was almost the same as Yun Mengxue but was slightly bigger. He covered two-thirds of his entire face, revealing only a mouth with tight pursed lips, making women crazy about their sexuality, feeling and mystery when they saw it.

"This man..."

Yunmengxue suddenly clenched her hands tightly. She seemed to have forgotten that Song Zhiyu's hand was still in her hands. As the music became more and more exciting, my hand became closer and closer.

Song Zhiyu frowned slightly and looked at Yun Mengxue. Although she was covered by a mask, she could guess what Yun Mengxue's expression was at this time.

"Mengxue, what's wrong with you?"

Song Zhiyu seemed to ask questions clearly, and clearly saw Yun Mengxue's discomfort, so she had to ask questions in person.

"No...it's okay..."

Yun Mengxue shook her head slightly, but she knew in her heart that it was more than nothing. It was simply a big deal!

Even though he has not met Luo Haochen for more than two years, every time he meets him after he comes back, Yun Mengxue is quite familiar with Luo Haochen.

She was already familiar with the fact that even if she was walking among the crowd, she could recognize that the person was the man she cared about and hated the most when she saw Luo Haochen’s back.

In many past years, Yun Mengxue thought she was dreaming and meeting in a trance. But today, the people and the feeling that were actually appearing in front of her had already made Yun Mengxue unable to ignore it. She suddenly felt that the air was so thin and her breathing seemed to be difficult.

The piano and the electric violin resonate, and the "purple password" played by the famous Bulgarian electric violin diana boncheva. This is a song with a few exciting lines and melodies, which makes people excited after listening to it. I am sorry for this perfect interpretation of the passion without following it.

"No...no, how could this happen?"

Yun Mengxue subconsciously shook her head, and she strongly denied this strong sense of familiarity in her heart.

"Is it Luo Haochen? How could it be Luo Haochen! Although the appearance still feels really similar,... Luo Haochen doesn't play the electric violin. No... No, it's definitely not him! No..."

The roaring sound in his heart became more and more fierce, and Yun Mengxue's thin lips trembled and her palm was completely wet with sweat.

"Mengxue, are you uncomfortable? Why are you shaking so hard? Isn't it... what I just said affects your mood?"

At the critical moment, Song Zhiyu once again pulled Yun Mengxue back to reality, but she had to deliberately remind her of something, emphasizing that Yun Mengxue was very excited at this moment.

"Zhiyu, you... tell me, Luo Haochen... didn't really come today?"
Chapter completed!