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The business banquet that Yu Minglang attended with Yu Zhengyan was held in a restaurant named "Fu Sheng". When their car drove up to the door, a waiter came forward to guide them. With a slight smile, he whispered: "Sir, this way please."

Yu Minglang followed behind Yu Zhengyan. He was wearing a black suit and a bow tie on his white shirt, which complemented his slender neck and jade-like face.

Before going in, Yu Zhengyan stopped slightly, turned his head to him and said, "You only know what to do."

Yu Minglang said softly, "Yes."

"Don't let daddy down again."

The deep male voice disappeared into the faint music coming from the entrance. The man's back was broad and fierce, and his every move carried an aura that could not be ignored. Yu Minglang was still a little too green in front of this man. .He held his hand, rubbed it slightly twice, and there was a little light in his pupils.

"Mr. Yu is here."

As soon as Yu Zhengyan came in, a graceful and fat man came forward. He put the wine glass on the waiter's plate, and with his beautiful female relatives, the two shook hands: "Mr. !"

A slight smile appeared on Yu Zhengyan's face, and he said politely, "Where is that."

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while. The man named Mr. Wang saw Yu Minglang standing next to him, and his small eyes lit up: "Mr. Yu also brought Mr. Ling? I saw Mr. Ling's coming-of-age ceremony last time." Let the young master once, he is indeed a good-looking talent, and the younger generation will be feared."

Yu Minglang stepped forward and held Mr. Wang's slightly fat hand with a smile. The greasy feeling made him very uncomfortable.

This banquet is mainly to celebrate the big sale of a movie. There are many small stars at the scene, because the guests attending the banquet are all important high-level officials, and the privacy is very good. There is no media, and everyone is worried about how deep the entertainment industry is. I know very well that some female celebrities are holding middle-aged men's arms, smiling like flowers, and everyone present is not used to seeing them.

Yu Minglang glanced at the woman hanging on Mr. Wang's arm, that woman was pure and sweet, with a slight smile on her face, she didn't care at all that this fat pig was plundering her body at will, this female star Yu Minglang had seen on TV before, A little famous, mainly with a sweet and pure style, there is a little disgust in his eyes, but it is well concealed, the appearance is beautiful, but in fact, the foundation is already bad.

The female star was also attracted by this beautiful and powerful young man. Everyone has a yearning for beautiful things. There was a little love in her eyes, but when she met those eyes, she froze for a moment. She seemed to be Seeing a trace of disgust from those beautiful eyes, but only for a moment, the young man showed her a very bright smile, she covered her blushing face, thinking, she must have misread such a beautiful thing , How could he show such an expression.

The teenager left with his father and went to communicate with another person.

He was holding on to champagne in his hand, and through his long and thin fingers, he could see the light-colored transparent wine glistening under the light, his cheeks were slightly red, as if he was a little drunk.

Yu Zhengyan glanced at him, put down the wine glass in Yu Minglang's hand, and gave him a glass of juice from the waiter: "Just take a sip, don't drink too much, or you will delay things."

Yu Minglang nodded and took the juice: "Can I stand on the windowsill for a while? I feel dizzy."

Yu Zhengyan saw that he was a little uncomfortable: "Go there and blow some air, and come here when you wake up."

He put down the juice and lowered his eyes: "I'll come to you later."

He walked steadily, but his face was a little drunk, but his head was very clear.

Not far from him, a man with gold eye sockets watched him silently. The man said something apologetic to the people around him, put down his glass, and walked in the direction the boy left.

Yu Minglang stood by the window sill, the cold wind blew his bangs on his forehead, making him more comfortable.

There was a slight rubbing sound of the curtain being lifted behind him, as subtle as the collision of cloth, someone came towards him, the pace was not hurried, and the sound of shoes stepping on the thick carpet was not loud.

He still had his eyes closed, but he felt that someone was not far away from him, his nose could even smell a faint scent of perfume, Yu Minglang laughed lowly, and said in his heart, coquettish.

The man seemed to be looking at him with straight eyes.

"Master Yu."

The man opened his mouth, his voice was unexpectedly good, because of the alcohol, he was slightly hoarse, Yu Minglang turned his head slightly, and opened his eyes.

The man wore gold eye sockets and an off-white suit. He leaned on the armrest of the window sill and looked at him with a smile. His demeanor was elegant, gentle and harmless.

Yu Minglang uttered a tone: "Huh?"

Seeing his appearance, the man clenched his fists and put a low smile on the corner of his mouth: "Young Master Yu, we met."

It's a very cliché way to strike up a conversation, but in this kind of occasion, it's usually true. If it's normal, he would definitely not talk to him, but now, he actually smiled at that person, with his thin lips slightly parted: "Really? ? I also seem to have seen Mr. somewhere."

I must have seen him on the night when I was an adult, and many people came that night. This man said that he had seen him, and it was normal.

Sure enough, I heard him say: "On the night of Young Master Yu's birthday, I was invited by Mr. Yu to come here and meet Young Master once."

Yu Minglang had a smile on his face: "Yes."

But he suddenly seemed to think about it for a while, and knocked on his head as if he had a headache: "I saw it again later, where did it come from? Let me think about it."

Yu Minglang raised his eyebrows, the two have met before?

He seemed to have thought of it, showing a smile: "I remember, it's inside [Rainbow]."

There was a good-natured smile on his face, which hadn't changed. This appearance made people feel that this person was very gentle, but when he finished speaking, the smile on Yu Minglang's face froze. The corners of his mouth slowly flattened, and when he spoke, his tone was not good, as if ice had been quenched: "What are you talking about, sir? Why can't I understand."

The man laughed out loud, with a bit of teasing in his eyes, he said with a smile: "If I remember correctly, the place where Young Master Yu was standing that night was in front of the bar."

He stared into Yu Minglang's eyes and took a small step forward.

"A lot of people were looking at you then, weren't they?"

Yu Minglang held onto the cold marble railing, his knuckles turned white.

"You were so dazzling at that time, like the stars in the sky." He smiled and coughed softly, "Forgive me for speaking sourly, but it's the same, everyone is watching you, and from the moment you came in, you have been attracted Everyone on the field."

He leaned forward, shortening the distance with Yu Minglang, the hot air he exhaled had a taste of fruit wine: "Including me."

You are so shining like a star that attracts everyone.

Yu Minglang suddenly thought of the elite who toasted him, with a disgusted expression on his face, who was unwilling to even cover it up, no matter who this person was or what his identity was, he coldly uttered two words: " Get out."

The man straightened his clothes and exhaled, "It's really cold here."

The smile in his eyes never disappeared. Seeing the young man's angry appearance, it only got worse: "My humble Hua Wenyi was the organizer of the [Rainbow] party. It was my honor to meet the young master that night."

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