Being a Lady of an Influential Family: 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 School of Letters famous at the school celebration, the girls of the School of Letters did not hesitate to move out the strongest lineup. The daughter of the dance master asked her mother to help with the choreography, and the direct disciple of the famous musical instrument played it herself. Bai Xi, who is not good at everything, can only wave the flag and shout at the side.

The classmates have worked so hard, and Leng Sa is naturally embarrassed to 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, and she has some dance foundations in her previous life. The dances she choreographed are a little bit more thoughtful. A beautiful gesture ended the dance, and the music in the dance studio stopped. After a quiet moment, there was a sudden burst of applause.

"Sa Sa, you are amazing!" Bai Xi rushed over and hugged Leng Sa and rubbed against her, not forgetting to squeeze her slender waist, "The waist is so thin and soft." She can't do it anymore, flesh Dancing with too much meat doesn't look good at all.

Leng Sa calmly patted away the little paw that was eating his own tofu, and others followed, and the girl in charge of the choreography was even more smiling and gave a thumbs up, "Great! You will be very happy when you arrive!" Leng Sa was a little helpless, "I'm just fooling a layman, how dare I compare it with Teacher Gong?"

"It's because you're a layman, so you're amazing. We haven't practiced for half a month in total." The girl sighed, "My mother always says I'm blunt, and seeing you I really feel like I'm blunt. "

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

The girl smiled and said, "What is the lead dance? As long as you can represent us to win the business school, everything is easy to say! At that time, I can let my cousin who has eyes above the top know that even if I can't dance, Chen Jing, I made it up. Wu can also crush her into scum!" Chen Jing was a third-year student, and she happened to be with her cousin, Chen Yue, who was a fourth-year business school student and a good friend of Zheng Ying.

Actually, it's not that Chen Jing is not good at dancing, but she was injured when she was a child, and she is always a little worse than Chen Yue. Her mother hoped that a disciple could inherit her mantle, so she was very kind to this talented cousin, and Chen Jing was naturally not happy.

Since Xiao Yiran left Yongcheng with Xiao Haoran, Fu Yucheng seems to have finally remembered that what he wants to do now is not to continue to be embarrassing in a high-profile manner, but to be quiet so that people can forget his scandal as soon as possible. So Leng Sa's life has returned to the original quietness, but her popularity and attention in the school have been much higher, which makes Leng Sa, who always likes erratic whereabouts, a little unaccustomed.

In the blink of an eye, it was already late April. The marriage was being prepared by Mr. Leng and Mrs. Leng, so there was no need to worry about Leng Sa, so she continued her student career with peace of mind.

It's past six o'clock in the afternoon when everyone came out of the dance studio. They each hurriedly said goodbye to go home. Leng Sa watched Bai Xi get into the car from Bai's house to pick her up. When she was about to go home, she turned around when she saw a few figures passing by on the opposite street corner.

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

Follow all the way to the slum in the northwest corner of Yongcheng.

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

This is the case in this slum area in the northwest corner. Compared with the prosperous and rich south of the city, it seems to be two worlds.

There are no high-rise buildings or quaint pavilions and courtyards here, only narrow alleys and dilapidated, shabby, dilapidated houses. Several families crowded into a small courtyard the size of a palm, and it was common for a family of five or six to crowd into one room.

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

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

The sky had already darkened, and the faint eyes in the dark alley fell on Leng Sa as if he had malicious intentions.

"Go away!" Leng Sa glanced back at the dark place, and shot a dart in his hand. Glancing at the corner of the wall and shooting into the darkness, someone in the darkness quietly shrank back.

Leng Sa sneered and continued to walk forward, this time staring at her much less instantly.

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

The young man with a few dark greens on his face stared at the middle-aged man standing under the steps, "Let her go!"

There are two young men with unusual features behind the man. On the ground beside them lies a sleepy girl in a middle school uniform.

The middle-aged man described his weight loss as becoming more sallow under the dim firelight. There was a black mole the size of a fingernail on his left face, which completely destroyed his supposedly flat appearance.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Isn't the fifth young master wanting a hero to save the beauty?"

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

The middle-aged man touched his chin and thought about it. He stretched out his thumb and forefinger towards the teenager and rubbed his forefinger. "It's okay to let her go, but we also have to eat. Why don't you... Fifth Young Master help us a little?"

"How much do you want?"

"Five thousand!" said the man.

The teenager didn't speak for a long time, and after a while he spit out a few words, "I didn't!"

The middle-aged man squinted slightly, "The fifth young master of the dignified Fu family, can't even get 5,000 yuan? Why don't I go to Miss Six to ask for it?"

A fiery light flashed in the boy's eyes, and he stared at the middle-aged man, "If you dare to appear in front of her, I will kill you!"

Rao is a middle-aged man who is very old, and he was also startled by the savage gaze of the young man.

I couldn't help but took a step back before laughing, "The Fifth Young Master is too cruel, how can I say... I am also your and Sixth Miss's uncle."

"Shut up!"

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

"Fifth young master, if you want to blame it, you have to blame your cruel mother. She served as a child for Dujun Fu at Fu's house, wearing fine clothes and jade food, but she didn't care about the Lin family. She also caused me to get smoked, no Qian...If my uncle can't survive, maybe he will take your mother to die with him. You said...if Du Jun Fu knew about his third concubine..."

"Shut up! Shut up!" the boy said angrily, he took a step forward and wanted to pounce on the man, but the two men behind him immediately stepped forward and grabbed him. Seeing that he was still unwilling to stop, he simply punched him in the abdomen.

The middle-aged man stepped forward, raised his foot and kicked the young man in the face, "Nephew, my uncle will teach you today, mind your own business...you will suffer."

"Beast!"

The middle-aged man sneered, "It's like you're from life, do you think... your mother is a good thing? Teach this kid a good lesson!"

"Boss, will he speak out? Or..."

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

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

"Pick the kid home." A clear female voice rang from the door.