310 Peerless Beauty

There is a lot of people in Shanghai, and the leading figures from all walks of life in Shanghai have gathered in Dongguixuan, Aylien Garden, and a grand gathering to welcome Mr. Sun Yat-sen.

Hatong is worthy of being the most dazzling star in the Jewish "house speculation group" and is known as the " richest man in the Far East". His reputation really exceeds that of his old employer, Sassoon. Ha Tong's handwriting is really extraordinary. Although the time is in a hurry, he still stops everything that should be prepared for an aristocratic banquet at lunchtime.

Dong Guixuan is a rich hall with a band building. It belongs to the music-loving foreign community community on the beach to form a famous municipal brass band at that time. Such a grand gathering is naturally indispensable for dance music, a must-have social program.

Ha Tong warmly received several revolutionary giants of Sun Yat-sen, and his wife, Luo Jialing, received the rich ladies of the Chinese foreigners who came to the rally.

Ms. Luo Jialing wore a gorgeous dark brown velvet gown and a beautiful diamond headdress. She began to age, but she still had plump and white shoulders and turbulent eastern and western hemispheres, like a British lady in the Victorian era.

The clothes of the nobles in Shanghai made Li Dashuai both envious and jealous. Any piece of jewelry on the rich ladies and women of those rich families will show off his titanium alloy eyes.

Li Dashuai suddenly stared at the thief's eyebrows. He saw a peerless beauty behind Luo Jialing.

Her long light golden hair is raised high, and her two curved eyebrows are soft and hard. Her pretty nose and small mouth are impeccable, and the deep blue in her eyes shows her noble blood. She wears a string of pearl necklaces around her neck. The round pearls and soft luster are so harmonious with her ivory-white skin. Except for the pearl necklace, she doesn't bring any jewelry. She doesn't need these ornaments to decorate herself. Her beauty and noble temperament are perfect, and she doesn't need any decoration, because she is the Indian princess in exile as Narcissus said.

It's not just Li Xiang, but everyone looks at her. Either Li Xiang, who looks like a pig brother, is so bold and hot, or as implicit and reserved as the hypocrite Wang Jingwei, or as self-respecting Sun Yat-sen, who secretly appreciates her. Between her hands and feet, under the white clothes, the faint curve, the angel's face, and the devil's figure will be liked by men. Every man who sees it only feels dry in his mouth, but he can't find water around him.

not only men appreciate her, but women also appreciate her with strong jealousy. Obviously, she overshadows everyone and can't but appreciate her.

Her eyes also flowed curiously in the crowd, and she was meeting the eyes of Marshal Li. The two looked at each other. Marshal Li smiled faintly and saluted the Indian mixed-race beauty.

Her eyes lit up, as if she recognized the young general opposite. She bowed her head gracefully and saluted. Under her snow-like slender neck, her white clothes can't hide the faintest fluctuations between this most subtle movements. This not plump figure shows a kind of majestic spirit, but it implies the charm of enchanting.

"What are you looking at? It's drooling." Miss Song, who was haunted, appeared silently beside Marshal Li. She glanced at the foreign beauty opposite and immediately understood. Her black eyes flashed and she said softly to Li Marshai, "She is an orphan adopted by the Hatong couple. The Hatong couple have adopted many orphans. The male surname is Hatong and the female surname is Luo. Her name is Ragalan. Her reputation is very famous in the upper class of Shanghai. Do you like it very much?" Miss Song's voice was so sweet.

I don't know why, no matter how charming Miss Song is, Marshal Li is not in a hurry to avoid him. He frowned slightly and said, "Miss, do you know now? I'm not a legendary hero, I'm just a lustful layman..."

Miss Song ignored Li's desperate self-deprecating and asked herself, "I heard that she is the illegitimate daughter of an Indian king. I died in a coup. She was moved around by human traffickers when she was very young, and finally went to China and was adopted by the Hatong couple."

"What an Indian princess..."

Miss Song stared at Li Dashuai with a pair of wonderful eyes, and suddenly smiled coquettishly. She reached out and grabbed Marshal Li's hand, just like holding Mr. Sun Yat-sen before, gently stroking the back of his hand. Miss Song's little hands were slippery and cold, like a stream of milk slowly flowing through her skin, which made Marshal Li extremely useful. But no matter how reluctant this ecstasy is, Marshal Li must also give up. This woman is not easy to provoke.

"You seem to be very afraid of me?" Miss Song said with a small smile.

Marshal Li struggled quietly. He didn't dare to make a big noise in full view of the public, so he couldn't get rid of Miss Song's claws. He couldn't help smiling bitterly and said, "Don't play with me. You don't have to play ambiguity with me, because I know that what you like is not me. Let go, FirstLady!"

Marshal Li's last English bite is particularly clear, using the most rustic New York accent of this era. Miss Song's face changed instantly when she heard the words... This is a secret in her heart that will never be told to others.

At the age of 19, she completed her studies and graduated with excellent grades. On the eve of returning to China, the Telegraph in Macon City once again pushed her to the position of a focus. The newspaper published an article entitled "The Reformer of Future China": "Miss Song Yuling completed all her courses at Westrian College with excellent grades and obtained her graduation certificate yesterday. The knowledge she learned in the United States and the democratic ideas she absorbed will certainly cause a great change that she has never heard of after returning home! The dragon flag that has been flying for 300 years will be torn down by her and her comrades. The young and beautiful Miss Song will become the wife of the president of post-revolutionary China. The leader's wife is the real power to support the throne! Because of her wisdom and wisdom, China has made great strides!" She blushed when she saw the report, but her excited classmate shouted, "The first lady is here!" Although she knows that talking is the consistent style of these newspapers, she is still unconsciously attracted by the title of "Mrs. President". Will this bold prediction come true one day? As soon as she saw Mr. Sun Yat-sen at the dock today, she knew that the opportunity of the first lady had been placed in front of her. It's just these secret thoughts in her heart. How did this young and frivolous Li Marshal know?

Miss Song, who was as deep as the sea, immediately calmed down, laughed twice, let go of Marshal Li's hand, and said, "It's their usual style to talk like the Telegraph in Macon City. Do you believe it? Let's talk about you. Have you had an affair with that little fox?

When Marshal Li heard the last sentence, he was shocked and asked, "Which little fox spirit?"

"Which one else? Luo Jialan, who just fell in love with you!"

"I heard her name for the first time and saw her for the second time."

Miss Song laughed and said, "Well, she's coming. If you don't have a leg, who will believe it?"

Marshal Li was shocked. As expected, Luo Jialan walked through the whole hall generously and walked straight to Marshal Li. After being shocked, Marshal Li was overjoyed and quickly left Miss Song to meet her. She smiled and thanked Marshal Li for his cleverness.

Ragalan's face is full of classical beauty. She is better than snow in white, and her slender and thin waist is always straight and proud. If it hadn't been for the slightly raised corners of her mouth, charming bright curved blue eyes, and her lovely young and beautiful angel face, with such an eternal kind and happy smile, Marshal Li would not have dared to approach this elegant and noble princess. It is.

He leaned down slightly and said with a smile, "Should I call you Princess or Miss Ragalan?"

Luo Jialan elegantly returned a salute to Marshal Li, and then looked deeply at Marshal Li. He smiled and said, "Call me Jialan. I met Marshal Li at the Licha Hotel the night before yesterday, but I didn't know him until today.

Li Dashuai smiled and said, "Jianlan! Your name makes me want to go to one of the three strange books of the Northern Wei Dynasty, the "Luoyang Jia Lan Ji" written by Yang Xuanzhi, a native of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

In fact, what Marshal Li remembered was Jay Chou's song "Fireworks are easy to cold", and the lyrics are also called "Jalan Rain". Fang Wenshan also explained that the allusion behind the lyrics of the song "Fireworks Are Easy to Cold" comes from "Luoyang Jialan Ji". General Li's understanding of the word "Galan" comes from this, but this is the reason why it is impossible to say.

"My mother believes in Buddhism. You don't know?" In front of him was the charming face. The snow-white teeth were gently biting his lower lip, and a pair of big eyes as bright as morning stars stared at him with a smile.

At this time, there was a sudden "jingle" sound. Hatong pressed the silver bell beside him, and the hall immediately became quiet.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Today, I am honored to invite Dr. Sun Yixian, the first person of the Chinese revolution and a well-deserved revolutionary leader in China who has just returned from overseas, to attend our rally. Mr. Sun Yat-sen nodded with a smile: "He is not only the pride of the Chinese people, but also an example of the world's national revolution."

The applause immediately sounded.

Miss Song especially applauded vigorously.

"Cheers to Dr. Sun." Ha Tong raised the crystal cup in his hand, which was red wine juice.

Except for the monk Wumu Mountain monk who drank water, the other people raised the wine glass in their hands together and took a sip.

Mr. Sun Yat-sen accepted the invitation and said a few words on the stage. Maybe I didn't make any preparations, and the speech was not very wonderful.

Miss Song took the lead in applauding under the stage, looking at the man she had secretly admired for more than ten years. When she withdrew her thoughts, Sun Yat-sen had already walked over and chatted with Mr. and Mrs. Charlie Song.

Sun Yat-sen suddenly said to Song Jiashu, "When I come back, the business will be cumbersome. Can you recommend a competent secretary for me, especially if you are proficient in English?"

Song Jiashu thought for a little and said, "Now there is one..." He pointed to his daughter and said, "She has been my secretary for two years. I believe she can do it well."

Although Sun Yat-sen has just met Miss Song, he has realized from a few details that she is indeed quick-thinking, good at observation and thinking, careful and fierce. The key is that she is very considerate and understanding. Sun Yat-sen likes Miss Song very much. He waved his hand with satisfaction: "That... Then dig your foot!"

When Miss Song heard their conversation, she immediately stood in front of Sun Yat-sen: "Sir..." The name was immediately changed from uncle to sir, "... I'll take your orders now!"

"Age is smart and agile, but he has been spoiled by us since childhood. He has been vigorous since childhood and too assertive. Look, when she was 15 years old, she dared to protest against President Roosevelt's Chinese exclusion policy in the United States in full view of reporters. I don't know what will happen in the future. I hope Yixian won't be as much as her young girl. Mrs. Song looked at her eldest daughter extremely spoiledly and said.

Sun Yat-sen smiled and said, "Why did your wife say that? The information and letters sent by Ailing for Jiashu are all accurate and clear. She must be the best secretary."

Seeing his father clinking glasses with Sun Yat-sen, Miss Song's lips gradually showed an imperceptible smile. No matter how close the allies and confidants are, how can the relationship be a reliable family? Her ambition is greater than the cunning Li Marshal guess. She is not only the first lady, but also the Song family and the first family of the Republic of China.

The atmosphere is pleasant, and people's faces are full of joy. Only a man in military uniform in the corner seems to be outside the celebration. Marshal Li took all this in his eyes, with a cynical and slightly ruffian face. He seemed to be harmless to people and animals, but he seemed to have a kind of power to teach people not to underestimate. He gently shook the glass, put his eyes on the shaking wine, and then took a puff of the red wine in the glass, and burped very disgustingly.

How can Miss Song be full of his thoughts?