Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Lin Jiayue replied after three minutes: "I don't know where he came from. He should have moved there a few days ago. I went to Yangri Residence yesterday and ran into him again. He was wearing a baseball cap and his facial features were as hard as if they were carved by a knife. It was a very aggressive face, handsome and arrogant."

An extremely aggressive face... He Lianzhou's face is also extremely aggressive, but it shouldn't be him.

Yueyue had seen He Lianzhou before, so it was impossible for her not to recognize him. And He Lianzhou had not been in the port area recently.

Zhu Xia: “Are there any photos?”

Lin Jiayue regretted: "No. He was too cautious, so there was no chance to take a sneak shot."

Zhu Xia: "I'll go back and check. If he's a vicious person, I'll report him to you."

Li Boze: "? I thought you wanted to meet a handsome guy, but it turned out to be a news report?"

Lin Jiayue: "Look at our group name! How grand and majestic it is! Can a mere handsome guy compare to it?"

I wish Xia Xiao.

The autumn in the capital is imbued with the charm of the mountains. The Great Wall is majestic and steep. The autumn wind turns the mountain tops yellow, further highlighting the majesty of the Great Wall. It is like a sleeping dragon, coiled on the rolling mountain tops, calm and taciturn, yet majestic.

At dusk, the sun sets towards the horizon, and the sky is filled with a large area of ​​brilliant colors. When Zhu Xia returns to the old house, the manor is quiet, the courtyard is deep, and ivy covers the corners of the backyard teahouse.

The old man was pruning the branches of potted plants outside the teahouse. Hearing the noise behind him, he looked up and stopped trimming the leaves of the Podocarpus.

"came back."

"Grandpa." Zhu Xia said.

"How is Mr. Meng?" Old Master Song said slowly, sitting on a rattan chair.

Seeing this, Zhu Xia sat down and poured a cup of tea for Grandpa first, then said with a curved lip: "Grandpa Meng and Grandma Meng went to the Military Region Grand Theater to watch the New Generation Blood yesterday. He was very pleased and smiled more often."

Old Master Song's solemn expression could not help but reveal a smile: "The country is full of talented people, and the country is better than the family. He must be happier than when his son was born."

Zhu Xia raised the teacup and took a sip of tea.

The untimely death of Mr. Meng’s son is a source of worry for the two elders.

"I think he was only 25 years old back then, which was a good age for him to be young and energetic and to make great achievements." Mr. Song said, "Sometimes, becoming more mature is not necessarily a good thing. You have to think carefully about what you can and cannot get involved in."

Zhu Xia understood and said, "Third brother is the heir you personally trained, he must understand your painstaking efforts."

Mr. Song has three sons, each with his own shortcomings. The eldest is determined to be a nobody, the second is too ambitious, and the third is timid and cautious.

Minor flaws, but for Mr. Song, who is used to seeing the ups and downs of business and politics, it is often the insignificant flaws that destroy the tower.

Song Chengyu was brought up by Mr. Song since childhood, and he is also the one that makes him most satisfied.

The former favored child of heaven now controls the lifeblood of the group.

The dusk has passed and the night has spread across the sky. In the dim night, the city of Beijing, where every inch of land is worth a lot of money, is lit up with bright lights, and office buildings and skyscrapers are built one after another, weaving the modern prosperity of the thousand-year-old capital.

Zhu Xia was drinking tea and chatting harmoniously with his grandfather when he suddenly heard the servants calling out "Master Yu" in unison.

Zhu Xia looked up and looked over.

Song Chengyu was wearing a motorcycle jacket, holding a helmet loosely in his hand, with a cold and proud look on his face and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

It looks like he just finished racing and came out on top in the competition.

Zhu Xia was fifteen years old when she first saw Song Chengyu racing on the track.

At that time, she immediately thought of the racing drivers who played professional games in the international arena, but they pale in comparison. Song Chengyu was more eye-catching, and his inherent arrogance added to his brilliance.

After leaving the club last night, Song Chengyu did not return to the Song family, but went to the racetrack outside the city with a few friends. He originally did not intend to touch the racetrack, but could not resist Shang Xun's provocation, and kept saying that Miss Zhu Xia Sumer was his best friend in the UK, and recounted all the romantic moments between them.

Song Chengyu was frivolous when he was young, and racing was just one of his many skills.

Although Shang Xun was not afraid of death, he knew he could not win. Princess Jasmine, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was so frightened by his speed that she burst into tears. She looked so pitiful.

Shang Xun stopped the race and stopped the car halfway, leaning over to coax the little girl, saying all kinds of sweet words like "baby, darling". The little girls present blushed and were envious.

Unsurprisingly, Song Chengyu won the championship, and Shang Xun was given the title of "heart arsonist".

Shang Xun is really good at this. He seems to be willing to give you everything, money, power, time and care... making you feel that you are unique, special and irreplaceable to him. However, when the excitement wears off, he will still give everything to the next girl.

You Feng told Zhu Xia that "giving everything" was just the fantasy of those little girls, and in fact, those things were insignificant to Shang Xun.

His insignificance is all that you can imagine.

Class differences determine cognitive differences.

In a blink of an eye, Song Chengyu had walked up to him.

"Grandpa." He first greeted Mr. Song, then glanced at Xiao Qingmei who was sitting elegantly.

"Third brother." Zhu Xia poured him a cup of tea.

Song Chengyu's eyelids moved, and he sat down between Old Man Song and Zhu Xia.

"How is the East City project going?" Mr. Song said lightly.

"The preliminary process has been completed and we are currently bidding." Song Chengyu replied.

Mr. Song nodded and said, "Pay attention to whether the behavioral norms of the process are reasonable and legal."

Song Chengyu: "I understand."

"The Huo family has a history of cutting corners and using inferior products." Old Master Song raised his sharp eyes and said, "You understand why they are hiring them for such a big project?"

A drop of tea spilled from the cup in Song Chengyu's hand, but his expression remained calm.

“No one is perfect. Even if we make a mistake, we have the opportunity to correct it.”

Old Master Song looked at him mysteriously and glanced at Zhu Xia out of the corner of his eye.

Mr. Song suppressed his fear and said calmly, "Xia Xia, what do you think about this?"

The grandfather and grandson have different opinions, and Zhu Xia is not in a good position to support either of them.

"I don't know much about the quality fraud issue. It took a year for the Chengdong project to progress from the filing to the present. Large projects take a long time and the benefits are late. If the Huo family can support it and all aspects of the verification are the best, it will be a good choice."

Interests always win people's hearts more than emotions.

A long-lasting and stable relationship does not rely on family friendship, but on the binding of mutual interests.

Hearing this, Song Chengyu's eyelashes drooped coldly.

Her words actually revealed an attitude:

People who make mistakes don't deserve to be forgiven.

Zhu Xia stood up and said she would go in to find Aunt Zhao first.

Mr. Song waved his hand.

After Zhu Xia left, Mr. Song said, "I think you've lost your mind because of women."

Song Chengyu thought his grandfather was referring to Zhu Xia and did not comment.

However, Mr. Song said, "Starting tomorrow, I don't want to see that female student in the courtyard anymore." His tone was unquestionable and he issued a death order.

Song Chengyu's expression changed slightly.