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Ye Qingcheng couldn't think of any other reason. He couldn't help wondering what the origin of this man was?

They have been in contact for about half a month. She doesn't know his specific identity?

The interior decoration of the yacht is very luxurious. The Crystal Palace lamp in the ceiling and the vault design are extremely grand.

The ivory white walls are hung with large and small gold framed medieval oil paintings, which are scattered and beautiful.

The bright red carpet winds.

A luxurious scene is completely like a scene only in a luxurious party.

"Sir."

The doorman bowed slightly and opened the ivory door of a box for them.

Ye Qingcheng picked up her skirt and walked in. There was a case of ancient Chinese retro style, hollowed out carved peonies and dragons and phoenixes, and two imperial concubines' soft beds, all covered with snow-white fur.

After ye Qingcheng went in, he looked around at the strange room.

There are walls on the left and right. Ancient Chinese painting art is hung on the wall, while on the other side is a push-pull Ivory door. There are also painted images of ancient China on the door, which looks extremely complex and gorgeous.

Directly opposite them, there was a row of low columns of European court.

This is the location of the second floor. You can clearly see the scene on the first floor.

Obviously, there is a well-built stage downstairs. Ye Qingcheng narrows his eyes slightly. This stage is very similar to the stage of the "Huakui" performance in ancient times. The gauze is hanging down, but the decoration style is European.

The location of the downstairs hall is extremely large. There is a large venue in front of the stage. The red carpet lingers. There are three or two celebrities in gorgeous dresses, holding their male partners, drinking and preparing.

From time to time, well-dressed waiters walk by with champagne.

Their position is facing the stage. They can even see the bodyguards who check the invitation at the door. From time to time, new guests enter the hall. They have decent suits and beautiful people around them. They are all the channels of the hall

The sight drifted outside again. It was the deck outside. Celebrities in twos and threes were talking outside

This is a social entertainment exclusively belonging to the upper class of the prosperous city. In the past 21 years, ye Qingcheng has hardly been exposed to this scene except that he has participated in a very normal banquet when following his parents.

She doesn't like the extravagant life of rich people.

Even with Lu Jingshen, she has never participated in such a thing. Moreover, Lu Jingshen will not take her to such a place at all.

Lu Jingshen

Ye Qingcheng's heart was a touch of stinging pain.

She hurriedly shifted her emotions.

The night outside is splashed with ink, dotted with stars, and the sparkling sea is unusually quiet

The whole room is light gold.

The whole second floor should have their rooms on three sides. Ye Qingcheng didn't know what kind of banquet it was. He needed such a design.

The banquets in her impression are not all in the hall. Women show off how luxurious their lives are, and men take the opportunity to negotiate business

Where is such a party?

In the room, only she, Dongfang Shijin, bodyguards and Ma Zai are guarding at the door.

Just then, there was a rustle outside the door. The door opened and a waiter in a white shirt and black vest pushed in.