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Lei Shao said a few simple words on the stage and then came down.

Although he was sitting at the top of the underground organization in City C, he didn't like this kind of lively scene at all-this gangster was low-key and almost silent.

But no one dared to take him lightly. Everyone in City C knew that Boss Lei's ferocious and brutal methods had nothing to do with his low profile.

Everyone is afraid of him, and of course everyone wants to curry favor with him.

Tonight is a very good opportunity, so after Lei Shao left the stage, many people gathered around to greet him.

Although Lei Shao was impatient, he was still the overlord of one party, and he was more proficient in the set of social activities on the surface than anyone else.

As the host of the charity auction dinner tonight, the expression on his face was just right, neither too alienated nor too enthusiastic to talk to the people who greeted him.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Lan Jing carrying Cong Lang and striding out, Lei Shao's eyes sank imperceptibly, and he tilted his head and called, "Zi Xing."

Standing behind him, Mu Zixing understood, nodded, left the crowd calmly, and chased in the direction of Lan Jing.

Lan Jing sat in the corner on the left hand side of the entrance of the venue, and he walked out with a big man on his shoulders, without attracting the attention of others at all.

When he got outside, Lan Jing looked around and asked, "Where is your car?"

Cong Lang pointed him in a direction, and said with a smile, "Young Master Lan, do you count as abducting civilian men?"

Lan Jing grabbed his butt unceremoniously, and bared his white teeth, "I'll still rape|rape a common man later!"

"Ah! I'm so scared! Then Young Master Lan must be gentle later on." Cong Lang swayed on his shoulders, then pulled up Lan Jing's shirt and blew quickly on the back of his waist.

"Damn!" Lan Jing was almost provoked and threw him out, turned around and slapped Cong Lang's buttocks twice, and then warned viciously, "Don't make a fuss, or I'll kill you here!"

When Cong Lang heard this, he was about to speak with a smile when he heard someone calling Lan Jing.

He looked up and saw Lei Shao's follower striding towards them.

"Young Master Lan," Mu Zixing walked up to the two of them, glanced at Cong Lang who was being carried by Lan Jing, and said, "Mr. will be free after the meeting. He said he will wait for you to have supper together."

Lan Jing was stunned and said, "No need, please tell Mr. Lei, I have to leave beforehand."

"We still have to cut the cake later, sir, I saved Lan Shao's share." Mu Zixing said.

Lan Jing didn't make a sound, he heard from Mu Zixing's subtext that Lei Shao didn't want him to leave.

That's it.

Tonight is the other party's birthday, and Lan Jing didn't want to spoil his interest. He was silent for a while, and then said to Mu Zixing, "You go in first, I'll come over later."

When Mu Zixing left, Cong Lang pressed his face against Lan Jing's back and smiled sullenly, "Young Master Lan is really busy, it seems that there is no chance to rape me tonight."

Lan Jing put Cong Lang down, and the other party was hanging on his shoulder before, blood rushing to his face, now his face was blushing, and he looked unusually coquettish under the light.

Lan Jing couldn't help but patted his face, raised his lips and said with a smile, "We have a bright future, and next time we must 'serve' Young Master Cong well."

Cong Lang raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll wait."

Lan Jing wanted to go back to the venue, but Cong Lang bought what he wanted, there was no need to stay here, so he parted ways with him at the door.

The venue was still very lively, dance music was played in the hall, and there were already many couples dancing tango in the empty space in the center.

Lan Jing didn't see Lei Shao, and the other party probably quit the dinner with an excuse, so he took a glass of wine from the passing waiter's tray, leaned against the table, and stared at the dance floor.

"Can I ask you to dance?" A voice suddenly appeared above my head.

Lan Jing raised his eyes slightly, and there was a tall man standing in front of him, with a cropped head, thick eyebrows, and a rough and handsome face typical of northern men.

He was looking down at Lan Jing with a smile on his lips.

Lan Jing visually measured the opponent's height, at least 1.9 meters and more.

Lan Jing has never had a good impression of men who are taller than him and have a strong aggression.

So he looked at each other, and said two words with his thin lips, "No time."

"It doesn't take long for a dance." The man said, while bending slightly, he extended his hand to Lan Jing.

Lan Jing stared at the slightly callused palms in front of him and raised his eyelids coolly, "What kind of dance do two people who don't know each other dance together?"

The man smiled and said, "You might be familiar with it after dancing."

"Why do I know you well?" Lan Jing said.

The man continued, "When you're familiar with it, why don't you just do whatever you want?"