Being a Lady of an Influential Family

  Chapter 55 See Fu Yangcheng again!

  In a dance studio in the school, Leng Sa danced to the music in a red dress. In order to make the flower of the Faculty of Letters become famous during the celebration ceremony, the girls of the Faculty of Letters unscrupulously moved out of the strongest lineup. The musicians from a family of music personally arranged the music. The daughters of the dancers asked their mothers to help choreograph them. The disciples of the famous musical instruments played it personally. People like Bai Xi who are not good at everything can only wave the flag and shout next to him.

  Students have worked so hard, so Leng Sa is naturally not embarrassed to be perfunctory.

   Fortunately, she did not live up to the ardent expectations of her classmates. She has been exercising all the time. She is still young. She has some dance foundations in her previous life. The dances she composed can not be perfect at least and can be completed smoothly. A beautiful posture ended the dance, and the music in the dance studio also stopped. After a silence, there was a sudden burst of applause.

"Say, you're so amazing!" Bai Xi rushed to hug Leng Sa, not forgetting to pinch her slender waist, "The waist is so thin, so soft." She is not good, there is too much meat Dancing is not good at all.

Leng Sa calmly patted the little paws that ate her own tofu, and the others followed suit. The girl in charge of choreographers smiled and gave a thumbs up, "Awesome! If my mother sees you, I'll be very happy!" Leng Sa felt a little helpless, "I am fooling laymen in these two moments. How can I compare it to Teacher Gong?"

   "It's because you are a layman, that's why you are amazing. We haven't practiced for half a month in total." The girl sighed, "My mother always said I was dull, and I really felt dull when I saw you."

  "How come? Senior Sister Chen is the light of our liberal arts college. If you didn't give me this position, where would it be my turn to lead the dancer?" Leng Sa told the truth.

The girl chuckled, "What is the lead dancer? As long as you can win the business school on behalf of us, everything is easy to say! At that time, my cousin who is above the top will know that even if I can't dance, Chen Jing can choreograph a dance. Crush her into dregs!" Chen Jing is a third-year student, and her cousin Chen Yue who happened to be at odds with her is a fourth-year student of the Business School and a good friend of Zheng Ying.

  Actually, Chen Jing is not bad at dancing, but she was injured when she was a child, and compared with Chen Yue, she is always a little worse. Her mother hopes to have a disciple inherit her mantle, so she is very good to this cousin who has a good talent, and Chen Jing is naturally unhappy.

  Since Xiao Yiran left Yongcheng with Xiao Haoran, Fu Yucheng seems to have finally remembered that what he has to do now is not to continue to be embarrassed but to be quiet so that people can forget his scandal as soon as possible. As a result, Leng Sa's life has also changed back to the original quiet, but her popularity and attention at school have increased a lot, but it makes Leng Sa, who always likes whereabouts erratic, a little unaccustomed.

  In the blink of an eye, it was late April, and the marriage was all in the preparation of the second master and second wife, so she didn’t have to worry about it coldly, so she continued her student career with peace of mind.

  Everyone came out of the dance studio. It was already past six in the afternoon. Each hurriedly bid farewell and went home, Leng Sa watched Bai Xi get into the car that Bai's family came to pick her up with, and when he was about to go home, he turned around but saw a few people passing by on the opposite street corner.

  Leng Sa frowned slightly, after thinking about it, she turned around and followed.

   Followed all the way to the slums in the northwest corner of Yongcheng.

  Behind the brilliance of every big city, there are some shadows that ordinary people can't see.

  This slum area in the northwest corner is like this. Compared with the prosperous and magnificent south of the city, there seems to be two worlds here and the outside.

  There are no tall buildings or antique pavilions and courtyards here. There are only a narrow alley and dilapidated, small, dark and dilapidated houses. It is common for several families to squeeze in a small yard with a big palm.

  This is also a favorite hiding place for all kinds of wanted criminals and criminals.

  Because the people here come and go busy with their livelihoods all day, no one has the time to pay attention to who the people around them are.

  The sky was already dark, and Ruowu's eyes fell on Leng Sa in the gloomy alley, as if he had no good intentions.

   "Go!" Leng Sa glanced back at the dark place, and shot a dart in his hand. Grazed the corner and shot into the darkness, someone in the darkness quietly retracted.

   Lengsa sneered, and continued to walk forward, this time staring at her a lot less.

  In a narrow and dark courtyard, a bean-sized flame in a kerosene lamp hung under the eaves is the only light in this small courtyard.

  There are a few black youthful expressions on his face, staring at the middle-aged man standing under the steps, "Let her go!"

  Behind the man are two ordinary young people. On the ground beside them lies a girl who is not awake in middle school uniform.

  The middle-aged man described the wasting as being more waxy under the dim firelight. There was a mole the size of a fingernail on his left face, destroying the appearance that was supposed to be flat.

  The middle-aged man smiled, "Fifth Young Master, do you want a hero to save the beauty?"

  The boy gritted his teeth, "I said, let her go!"

  The middle-aged man touched his chin and thought, stretched out his thumb and index finger towards the young man, and rubbed his thumb and index finger. "It's okay to let her go, but we have to eat too. Why...the Fifth Young Master helps us a little bit?"

"How much do you want?"

   "Five thousand!" said the man.

  The young man did not speak for a while, and after a while he uttered a few words, "I didn't!"

  The middle-aged man squinted his eyes slightly, "The five young masters of the dignified Fu family can't even get five thousand yuan? Why, I should go to Miss Six?"

  A fierce flame flickered in the young man’s eyes. He fixedly stared at the middle-aged man, "If you dare to show up in front of her, I will kill you!"

  Rao is a middle-aged man who is very old, and he was taken aback by the juvenile's fierce gaze.

   couldn't help taking a step back, and then laughed, "Fifth Young Master is too cruel, how can I say... I am also you and Miss Six's uncle."

"To shut up!"

  The middle-aged man did not shut up. The two men standing behind the boy stepped forward to prevent the boy from attacking suddenly.

"Master Fifth, blame your cruel mother to blame. She made a child for Governor Fu at the Fu's house, and she did not care about the Lin's family. She also caused me to catch a lot of smoke and have no money... Uncle If you can’t live anymore, maybe you’ll have to take your mother to die together. You said... If Governor Fu knew his third concubine..."

   "Shut up! Shut up!" the boy angrily said. He stepped forward and wanted to pounce at the man. The two men behind him immediately stepped forward and buckled him. Seeing that he was still unwilling to stop, he simply hit his abdomen with a fist, and the young man snorted and fell to the ground with a bow of pain.

  The middle-aged man took a step forward and kicked the boy in the face, "Nephew, my uncle will teach you to take care of your business...it will suffer."

   "Animal!"

  The middle-aged man sneered, "Speaking as if you are from life, do you think...what good thing is your mother? Give this kid a lesson!"

   "Boss, will he say it? Or..."

  The middle-aged man glanced at the speaker, "He is the fifth young master of the Fu family, what do you think? Don't worry, he dare not."

  "……"

   "Bang bang bang." There were three rhythmic knocks outside the door, and the people in the yard suddenly became vigilant, "Who?"

   "Take the kid home." A crisp female voice sounded at the door.

  (End of this chapter)