After leaving the hotel.

Ding Yi and his group hailed several taxis and headed towards the Masonic Hall.

Come to the door of the club.

However, several tall and powerful bodyguards stopped Ding Yiyi.

"Please show me your invitation letter." A bodyguard said in standard American English.

When Ding heard this, he thought for a moment: "I don't have an invitation letter, but I was invited by Mr. Bert Coster."

When the bodyguard heard this, he rolled his eyes at Ding Yi.

Does this person think that because of the new policy, they won’t dare to do anything to him?

Who does he think he is? He was invited by Master Bert.

Besides, Master Bert and Master Martin are currently fighting fiercely and are not here at all.

When Ding saw that they didn't believe them, he took out his cell phone and called Bert.

However, Bert never answered the phone.

Very helpless about this.

Let's break in forcefully, but we're afraid of disturbing the people inside. If Nangong Sheng is really inside, things will be very serious.

Just when he was at a loss what to do, suddenly Shui Miaomiao appeared.

I saw her wearing a pink mask, a white dress, and several bodyguards arriving here.

"Qianxue, why are you here too?"

Shui Miaomiao seemed a little happy to see Ye Qianxue.

Ye Qianxue was also stunned.

Didn't she say she was going to film a movie?

Are you filming here?

"I heard that there was a masquerade party here, so I asked for an invitation letter." Shui Miaomiao said with a smile, "I didn't expect to meet you here. It seems that we are really destined."

Ye Qianxue said coldly: "We don't have an invitation letter."

"ah?"

"wait for me."

Shui Miaomiao handed over the invitation letter and walked in immediately.

Soon, she came out with three more invitations.

Ding Yi accepted the invitation and followed Shui Miaomiao into the masquerade party.

After entering, I found that everyone was dressed in disguise, including foreigners and Asians.

Leisurely songs were played on the field and everyone was dancing.

"We don't even wear masks or anything. Isn't it a bit abrupt?" Yang Jinghong asked jokingly.

Ding Yi looked at Ye Qianxue deeply: "Your classmate is not simple."

If I guessed correctly, this Masonic Lodge is even more powerful than the Forty-Nine Lodge in Kyoto.

The three words "Freemasonry" are enough to explain everything.

The people who come here are either high-ranking officials or the top rich.

Moreover, it is global.

Ye Qianxue muttered: "She was just a child from an ordinary family in high school. I don't know why she suddenly became so powerful."

Regarding this.

She was also very confused.

I have a cold temperament. Although many boys pursued me in high school, it was precisely because of this that I suffered the jealousy of many girls, except Shui Miaomiao.

In high school, Shui Miaomiao was the only one who was not in tit-for-tat with him. Of course, the relationship between the two of them was not on good terms. At most, they only exchanged a few words.

But one thing to say, she was indeed pretty good to me at the time.

"You guys have fun first, I met an acquaintance." Shui Miaomiao suddenly turned around and said with a smile.

"Um."

Looking at Shui Miaomiao's figure, Ding Yi fell into deep thought.

Ye Qianxue quietly pinched Ding Yi's waist.

Ding Yi took a breath: "What's wrong?"

"My eyes will fall off if I look at it again."

Ding Yi was stunned.

Yang Jinghong was also dumbfounded.

Is this jealousy?

"I was wondering if she might be related to Nangong Sheng?" Ding Yi explained softly.

Ye Qianxue wrinkled Xiaoqiong's nose and said, "Do you think it's possible? Nangong Sheng is almost 60, and she is only 27."

Ding Yi shrugged: "I think it's quite normal. It's not like I haven't had such weird things before."

"Jinghong, follow her."

"good."

After Yang Jinghong left.

Ding Yi reached out his hand like a gentleman: "Ms. Ye Qianxue, can I ask you to dance?"

Ye Qianxue couldn't help but feel funny.

Su put his hand on Ding Yi's big hand and danced with him.

However, the dancing posture of the two people is really not flattering.

Ding Yi can't jump, but Ye Qianxue can, but they are often embarrassed by the careless Ding Yi.

The song ends.

The dance floor stopped.

Many people returned to what they were doing.

Ye Qianxue turned her bright eyes to Ding Yi, as if asking if she had discovered anything.

Ding Yi shook his head gently.

Not to mention that there were a lot of Asians at the scene. The key thing was that there were men, women, old and young, and they were all wearing masks, and some even wore masks. It was impossible to tell whether Nangong Sheng was present or not.

After a while.

Only then did Ding and Yi find a place to sit down.

I saw a tall Asian man walking over to the two of them and said politely: "Madam, it's nice to meet you."

A look of surprise flashed through the man's eyes under the mask.

Ever since they appeared, many people have been talking about these stunning women.

Although she is an oriental woman, she has also attracted the attention of many foreigners.

Moreover, they were so attractive. Others were dressed up and wearing masks, but these few wore nothing.

Now, when he saw this woman's majestic appearance, his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

gorgeous.

Ye Qianxue ignored the man's intention.

But the man did not give up and said with a smile: "I am Taro Ishida, the great Yamato nation, and my father is Takuma Ishida."

Ding Yi glanced at Taro Ishida in shock.

Unexpectedly, this guy turned out to be the son of the Japanese cabinet minister.

It seems that the water in this Masonic Hall is not generally deep.

Ye Qianxue's red lips parted slightly: "Get out."

After finally getting a chance to be alone with Ding Yi, this fly was annoying him to death.

Ishida Taro didn't expect that he had already announced his family status, and this woman was still so cold. He couldn't help but see a bit of anger in his eyes, but it flashed away and he said humbly: "Madam is so funny, how can I get out of here?"

Woolen cloth?"

Ye Qianxue frowned lightly, and when she was about to say something, Ding smiled and said, "Sir, I'm sorry, my wife is not in a good mood."

Housewife?
To be continued...