The first top lady

"Forget it," Chao Jing quickly stopped Song Yixuan's praise. It might be another trap. "Who do you want me to investigate?"

Song Yixuan paused for two seconds, feeling it was a little ridiculous, and replied, "Third brother." However, he was also a little unsure.

"Third brother?" Chao Jing was surprised, but more confused, "Isn't third brother in Country G? Can't contact him?"

"No." Song Yixuan's frowned brows were mixed with irritability and urgency. She found that she couldn't explain it clearly. "It's not the third brother, it's... a 'third brother' in the dream. I always feel that he is related to me."

Naturally, there is one among the seven of them who they call "Third Brother", but this Third Brother is not that Third Brother.

Every time Song Yixuan recalled the scene in her dream, she would feel a sense of loss. She was sure that person was not the third brother she knew now.

"Dream?" Chao Jing patiently comforted him, "It's okay. Describe him in detail to Brother Liu. What does he look like? Are there any signs near that place? Don't say he is in a dream. Even if he is in the soil, Brother Liu will dig it out for you."

Song Yixuan was amused by his words. For the first time, he spoke out loud this dream that had been buried in his heart for a long time. After he finished speaking, he just felt a little funny.

"Sixth brother, you don't have to be embarrassed. I know it."

But, is it really clear?

The person she should least be making things difficult for is herself.

"That……"

"Damn it, come down here."

A curse suddenly came from the opposite side, interrupting Chao Jing's reply, followed by Chao Jing's low voice that sounded intimidating without being angry.

"I didn't have a good time fighting just now, and I'm worried that I can't find anyone to fight with. How about you guys give it a try?"

He had walked for some distance and seemed to have arrived at the territory of another group of bandits.

Chao Jing showed no fear at all. He leaned against the driver's seat of the broken SUV, casually picked up the submachine gun half-tucked under his armpit with his right hand, and pointed the muzzle of the gun squarely at the chest of the gangster leader.

After the younger brother saw the gun in Chao Jing's hand, he quickly pulled back the boss who wanted to fight him and reminded him in a low voice: "Boss, he has a submachine gun in his hand."

It seems to be the most advanced one.

The bandit leader stared with his round eyes at the submachine gun that Chao Jing casually held in his hand, and then looked at the old gun barrel in his own hand. This was already the best weapon in their group.

Normally, this broken pipe is definitely enough to scare passers-by, but if they face a powerful submachine gun, even if they are outnumbered, the result will be "hurting one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred of their own."

Not a good deal!

What's more, this guy might have some background to be able to get such a good gun. Even if he can kill someone, he might make a big enemy.

Not worth it!

"Forget it, my gun has been used up today, let's go quickly, before I regret it." The gang leader quietly lifted the corner of his clothes to hide the gun in his hand. This small action was somewhat shy.

Chao Jing curled his lips and smiled, thinking: This bearded guy has a tough mouth, but he's actually quite cute.

Seeing the broken SUV that looked like it was going to be scrapped hiccuped twice when it started and almost stalled, the gangster boss winked and his men immediately stepped forward to help push the car away.

Before leaving, Chao Jing looked back at the bald man with a beard standing in the exhaust and dust, and the smile on his lips deepened.

He tapped the gun barrel lightly with his fingers, drove the car with one hand, and continued to talk to Song Yixuan.

"Seventh sister, the new gun that Second Brother developed is pretty good. I'll ask Second Brother to give you a new one when I have time. Whenever you want to pick up a gun again, this one will definitely suit you."

Chao Jing spoke seriously, and with the confidence of having won without fighting.

"I can ask my second brother directly."

The smug look on Chao Jing’s face froze.

Well, he still couldn't act classy in front of Song Yixuan.

"By the way, Sixth Brother will definitely help you with the investigation. It's getting late, go to bed early. Bye."

Before Song Yixuan could speak again, Chao Jing, who was far away in Heilingzhou, quickly hung up the phone.

So anxious?

He was afraid of falling into Song Yixuan's hands again.

Not far away in Shenhai, when Song Yixuan went into bed early and didn't ask what was happening outside, the bustle of Shenhai Wanhui International Hotel had just begun.

Although Wanhui International is named a hotel, it is actually a club for wealthy children to play. Together with Dijing Chang'an, Luojinghui, Guangting Yinhuang, and Yan'an Yongchao, it is known as the "Five Top Clubs in Country H", displaying top luxury both inside and outside.

Neon lights stretch across the entire street, and Wanhui International is at the center of the lights. Luxury cars are coming and going in an endless stream on the wide square in front of the door. Every real or fake socialite who has tried her best to dress up wants to be the most dazzling presence tonight.

Many big and small stars came tonight. I heard that the brothers Hu Yukuo and Qiao Lingrui also invited some children of noble families in Dijing and Guangting. So it will not be a loss for the stars to come here to try their luck.

After Song Yishen handed the invitation letter to the concierge, he walked in by himself.

He refused Tang Jin's invitation to accompany him.

From the lobby to the outdoor swimming pool, to the dinner party, to the ballroom, every place was filled with people of all kinds.

He walked in with a gloomy face, his irritability was about to burst out, and everything he saw was full of lust, real and fake. A rich woman passing by invited him to dance and taste wine, and this was the nth time.

He only felt a humming sound in his ears, which made him more and more anxious, but he just couldn't see the figure he was looking for.

These worldly things are really not suitable for He Yunchu, and should not taint her.

He pushed open a side door and walked in. In front of him was a winding cobblestone path with green bamboos and grass on both sides, quiet and peaceful. A breeze blew by, bringing a light fragrance that was refreshing.

Finally, his frown gradually smoothed out, and the suffocating feelings were relieved.

This is exactly what suits He Yunchu's temperament.

Song Yishen walked up the stairs and along the corridor to a lounge. The door of the lounge was open, and the wooden furniture exuded an antique flavor.

On the wooden table in the room was an invitation list marked with cinnabar. These were the names of those who would be attending tonight.

Since he couldn't find anyone at the scene, he might as well check if there was any record in the roster. However, no matter how hard Song Yishen searched through the roster, he couldn't find He Yunchu's name on it.

There was Xu Ze's name, but it was not outlined in cinnabar, so he did not come.

Song Yishen then realized that he seemed to have been fooled. He hurriedly left while dialing the phone. Without waiting for the person on the other end to speak, he angrily said, "Huo Beiting, you lied to me!"

The fierce momentum was about to penetrate the electromagnetic waves and pierce Huo Beiting.

Huo Beiting pretended to be confused and said innocently, "It has nothing to do with me. If you care, you will get confused."

The last four words were his reminder to Song Yishen, even with a hint of ridicule.

He obviously cares about it, but he is unwilling to ask more questions and insists on looking for a needle in a haystack.

Song Yishen was so angry that he hung up the phone directly. Huo Beiting looked at the phone helplessly.

Ever since he met the brother and sister Song Yixuan and Song Yishen, his life has become more and more depressed and he is becoming less and less like a president.

He Yunchu was walking from the other end of the corridor and happened to see a familiar figure leaving in front of him, so he stopped involuntarily.

is it him?

Or is she just overthinking?

Song Yishen quickly disappeared around the corner at the end of the corridor, leaving only a bright moon still hanging high on the bamboo shoots.

Apart from this, there was only silence in the courtyard.

He Yunchu smiled indifferently, moved leisurely, his fingertips stroking the bamboo branches extending to the corridor, and returned to the lounge with the breeze and moonlight. He sat cross-legged in front of the wooden desk and continued to check the list of people attending tonight.

In a trance, He Yunchu seemed to merge with this ancient charm, just like her name -

The charm remains the same as before, and the youth is not wasted.