At the beginning of the night, the night is charming, and the colorful and huge "whale" called the Pearl of the Night is swimming peacefully on the vast Pacific Ocean.

The pearl of night under the crescent moon, even if there is no banquet held on the open-air deck, is still enveloped in the atmosphere of enjoying the night.

At this moment, on the first floor of the ship, the magnificent ball hall's deep red carpet is like roses and blood, the gorgeous skirts, the beauties with red wine, and even every bit of the perfume-filled air are showing off!

This is the top palace!

The uppers of Berruti's shoes under the straight trousers reflected the crystal chandelier above his head. The gold collar brace in Henri Paul's pure black suit supported the pure white shirt collar, reflecting the erectness of their owner.

However, at this moment, neither Berruti nor Henry Paul were obviously able to provide even a little warmth to their owners, even though they were not used to keep warm in the first place...

Looking at Si Ai holding hands with him, the majestic old man with a silver beard and a cane inlaid with red crystals...

behind.

The corners of Fangran's mouth twitched, and his eyes were filled with an incredible look of shock.

Her long silver-gray hair was tied up into a prom hairstyle, her legs were straight and perfect wearing silver high-heeled shoes under a bright silver evening dress, tortoiseshell glasses, and pale shoulders that looked a little thin. She sat quietly in the corner of the banquet and pursed her lips silently.

The girl who was drinking cocktails and observing the crowd suddenly turned into a beautiful woman standing in the water.

It looks like a slender silver water bird stepping on the water.

Seeing Monica appear here, standing obediently behind the old man, glanced at him and then quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at Fang Ran, a terrifying guess appeared in Fang Ran's mind uncontrollably.

.

He suddenly understood why he was invited, but now he refused to admit it and tried his best to hint that he should not guess in that direction.

The old man who finished shaking hands with Si Ai looked over with a majestic gaze, leaning on a ruby ​​cane, staring at Fang Ran as if he was looking up and down.

The majestic aura of the extremely mysterious, silver-bearded old man in a high position, who had an unknown amount of wealth, immediately calmed Fangran.

‘Rabbit Ran’ felt like he was being stared at by the Eagle King.

Scanning Fangran's body with a slight scrutiny from beginning to end, he seemed to be quite satisfied with his clothing and appearance. He showed a reluctant look in his eyes, letting Fangran go and looked away.

Fangran suddenly felt as if he had received an amnesty.

"It's a nice night. You are welcome to come, young people from China."

The old man spoke slowly, his voice low and weighty. The light or even emotionless voice can make people feel flattered. After all, for most people, being welcomed by this person in person is already an honor.

But now when Fangran heard him speak, she became even more nervous, thinking desperately in her heart.

Calm, calm, calm, it may not be what you guess, it may not be what you guess, it may not be what you guess....

"Let me introduce, this is my granddaughter, Monica o "brien."

Fangran: "......"

At that moment, Fangran understood a truth. If you go out to mess around, you will always have to pay back.

And he once again remembered the words of his former ideological and moral teacher.

"Students, you must be a person who abides by moral standards, otherwise you will be punished one day."

puff!

Sorry, teacher! I am ashamed of your teachings!

I shouldn't tease others for information. I was wrong and I have been punished!

Fangran felt that his whole body was twitching uncontrollably, and he had a bitter urge to cry.

Looking at Si Ai and Fang Ran, Monica raised her skirt slightly and did a lady's meeting etiquette.

"Hello, pretty lady."

Si Ai smiled and bowed to Monica, like a perfect gentleman. Fang Ran also lost his virginity in his eyes. Yes, he lost his virginity and imitated Si Ai's movements.

Fangran was trembling all over, and the expression on his face felt like he could no longer hold back. He completely admitted his guess and understood why he was invited.

Bastard, you molested someone's granddaughter... How could you ask someone to turn a blind eye and let you go?

Fangran thought to himself, covering his face, but the smile on his face made him look particularly vicissitudes of life.

Fangran had already expected that his evasion of fare to get on the ship would be discovered. He was not sure how much trouble would come against him. He was just waiting for him to reveal his flaws and immediately locked him up in the dark room...

"Mr. Si Ai, this is the first time Monica has come to this kind of social occasion. During the dance, she hopes you can be her dance partner."

Old man O'Brien said to Si Ai with a smile while leaning on a ruby ​​cane that was a little small for him.

"It's my pleasure, it's my pleasure, miss Monica."

Si Ai chuckled lightly, then stretched out his hand, and Monica put her hand on it a little carefully.

Fangran was slightly lost in thought, looking at this scene with downcast eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Maybe I was overly worried. She was the granddaughter of the owner of the Pearl of the Night, so it was not the worst guess.

"Well, Hansen, the time is almost up, let's prepare the first song as the opening of the dance."

"yes."

After hearing Old Man O'Brien's instructions, the old man who had just led Fang Ran as housekeeper immediately responded, bowed down, and went to find the person in charge of the band to explain.

"Enjoy the night."

After saying that, Old O'Brien nodded to Monica, and then walked in the other direction with several bodyguards in black beside him.

"It's almost time, the dance will start soon. Beautiful Miss Monica, how about we go over there and have a chat?"

Si Aiwen smiled politely at Monica, not looking like a wild boy just now.

"Um."

Monica nodded, and then walked in the other direction, wanting to look but not seeming to dare to look.

Si Ai glanced at Fang Ran curiously and lowered his voice:

"Brother Ran, why does your face look a little wrong when you see this little girl?"

"..."

"...Brother Ai, your illusion."

"You were silent just now..."

"No, Brother Ai, it's your illusion."

Si Ai looked at Fang Ran speechlessly, feeling that this scene had happened last time.

"Brother Ran, what about your dance partner?"

"I don't have a dance partner. I'm already planning to find a corner to lie down..."

Si Ai was slightly surprised when he heard this, looked at Fang Ran and said:

"There is no dancing at the party. It is very rude and embarrassing to be alone without a partner."

"It's okay, no one will pay attention to me."

Fangran nodded confidently, with a confidence that was lost in the crowd.

"Okay then, I'll take the first step..."

Si Ai glanced at him speechlessly, then said helplessly, walking towards Monica who had been waiting for him for a while.

"Wululu Lu... finally got over it."

Fangran rubbed his stiff facial muscles with a wry smile, remembering O'Brien's oppressive aura just now, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked around warily, then quickly picked up another one from the nearest table with tower-shaped wine glasses... Bah, a glass of carrots... Bah! Another glass of red wine.

Then when Fangran reached the edge of the hall, in the corner of the hall, the band's position suddenly stopped, and then the leader, holding the baton, knocked on the shelf holding the music scores.

The strings begin to play and the violins harmonize!

Various classical and elegant musical instruments produced their timbres and tones that are difficult for ordinary people to control, and a high-pitched waltz slowly sounded!

The dance begins!

As if they had received the signal, all the guests who were holding wine glasses and talking and laughing in the hall stopped talking, smiled at each other, some shrugged, and then dispersed outside, leaving a circle in the hall in tacit agreement.

shaped venue.

A team of housekeepers immediately dispatched and neatly and orderly lifted up the deep red carpet ring in the center, revealing the bright Yasuli tile floor below.

All the guests stood on the carpet outside with smiles. As the music played soothingly and high, pairs of gentlemen in suits and ties holding beauties in evening dresses and high heels walked onto the dance floor.

Perhaps it was because they came from the Magic City. Nearly one-third of the people at the dance were Chinese. From time to time, they could be seen holding the hands of their dance partners, walking into the center of the dance floor, and dancing gracefully.

Fangran's eyes were in a trance, and for the first time, the prosperity and brilliance of the world unfolded before his eyes.

Under the brilliant lights, all the high-spirited music became the background, the band in black dress, and the harmonious musical instruments.

Right under the golden glazed chandelier surrounded by seven crystal chandeliers and surrounded by stars and the moon, those people who once could not imagine themselves were shrouded in the golden light and showed elegant smiles. Beside the tall and straight men, the skirts of the ladies rotated into each other.

Ring.

The music marches and the dance is magnificent!

More and more people smiled gently at their partners, or extended their hands to invite the ladies who were happy to accept the invitation, and walked onto the dance floor one after another.
To be continued...