The host is changing the painting style every day

Chapter 118 The Beauty of the Republic of China (2)
In the struggle for power, the competition is about who is superior. If he loses, Jiang Chizhou doesn't have much resentment towards the male lead.

It's just that those women in the backyard of Jiang's mansion, how could they fall into that kind of fate?
[Sub-task: Keep the Jiang family alive. 】

[System prompt: Please keep the host settings. 】

There are too many things like maintaining a persona, and Pei Mi can accept it.

Although the external image of this character has always been a bit serious, it is not unacceptable in view of the novelty of the world.

After the plot is transmitted, the system consciously hides it.

Pei Mi closed his eyes and tapped his fingertips on the chair as he thought in his mind.

Finally, he turned sideways and said to the adjutant, "Let him come to see me."

"Yes."

Pei Mi got up unhurriedly, her slender figure was tall and cold.

After she turned her back, the men on the stage looked at her back with complex and deep gazes.

"Young Marshal Jiang! What a coincidence!"

Just as Pei Mi stepped out of this door, the door of the next room happened to be opened.

The elegant and decent young woman smiled at Pei Mi, dressed in a yellow and white modified dress, with an umbrella with a lace border in her hand.

Gentle and virtuous.

This is Song Yinglai, the daughter of the Song family who is most likely to become Jiang Chizhou's fiancée.

"Miss Song."

Pei Mi nodded slightly, maintaining a sense of alienation.

She didn't intend to provoke this young lady who was covered in thorns all over her body.

"If you don't mind Young Master Jiang, just call me Yinglai."

"Of course I don't dislike it." Pei Mi only said this, but she didn't really agree.

Ambiguously carry past.

Song Yinglai didn't care about Pei Mi's attitude, so she could find topics by herself.

"Did Young Marshal Jiang also come to see Yi Lan's performance? I didn't expect that Young Marshal Jiang was also interested in opera."

"The beauty is like orchid, the breath is fragrant, and the singing voice is mellow. Naturally, I like it very much."

Pei Mi said without hesitation.

The smile on Song Yinglai's face disappeared in an instant, and she looked at Pei Mi with a vague and complicated gaze.

Pei Mi didn't seem to notice that something was wrong with Song Yinglai, and asked politely, "Where's Miss Song?"

Just as Song Yinglai was about to speak, there was a sudden commotion in the building.

"The water is gone! The water is gone!"

Zhu Huayuan was suddenly occupied by various screams.

Pei Mi turned her head quickly, and she could see the crowded crowd on the first floor, as well as the entire burning stage.

The bright red flame licked the stage covered with various scene props, spreading forward with an unstoppable trend.

The black-white young man dressed as a woman was surrounded by a pale face.

Pei Mi narrowed her eyes, something was wrong.

The fire spread too fast!
From the start of the fire to the current fire scene, it was only a dozen or so breaths away.

"Young commander."

Song Yinglai had a pale little face and Liu Fufeng shrank toward Pei Mi.

If it wasn't for the people Pei Mi brought to protect Pei Mi very well, maybe Song Yinglai would have posted it all up.

"Send Miss Song out first."

Although Pei Mi has no liking or other emotions for Song Yinglai, it is impossible to abandon her.

Not to mention that Song Yinglai is also involved in the family behind her.

The adjutant looked at Pei Mi in surprise, as if hesitating.

His duty is to protect Pei Mi's safety, now...

"Tingfang."

Pei Mi accentuated her tone.

"Yes, young commander."

Tingfang saluted, and then gestured to Song Yinglai, "Miss Song, please."

"No, Young Marshal Jiang, I want to be with you."

　good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)