Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Zhu Xia opened her eyelids and looked up from bottom to top, passing over the tattoo on his neck, her pupils shrank slightly. In just two seconds, she met his gaze.

"Sorry, I scared you."

Unlike last time, this time the man was dressed in a suit with his shirt buttoned to the top, and wearing gold-rimmed glasses with a chain. He looked like an elegant gentleman, and even his words were humble and gentle.

"Do you know me?" Zhu Xia asked calmly, looking at the facial features that were similar to He Lianzhou's.

"I know you." The man said politely, "Miss Zhu, I'm a surgeon at Hongren Hospital. My second uncle was treated in your hospital a few months ago."

Second uncle.

These two words confirmed the answer in Zhu Xia's heart.

As expected, the man smiled slightly and calmly extended his hand in front of her, "You forgot to introduce yourself."

"He Wensheng." He spoke word by word, and the syllables were particularly clear in the quiet space.

Ordinary people will observe proper etiquette and manners. When someone extends a hand, they will naturally shake hands politely.

But Zhu Xia didn't want to get involved in the fight between the He family, so she didn't take his hand. Instead, she looked at the tattoo on his neck again, and this time she could see clearly what it was.

snake.

With its neck coiled and spine extending downward, there is a giant python spitting out its tongue, exuding ferocity, sinisterness and threat.

One look at it is enough to make people shudder and feel terrified.

Because Zheng Tianyou cheated on his mother, he put Zheng Tianyou in jail. He was vindictive and not someone to be trifled with... Zheng Tianyou was bullied to death in jail, and it might be his role that fueled the flames.

Regarding Liang Yiying and He Mingliang’s marriage, she originally thought that it was He Lianzhou’s second uncle trying to fight against He Lianzhou with an egg against a rock... Now thinking back carefully, perhaps He Wensheng had already started to pave the way back for himself at that time.

He profits when others marry.

The calculation is quite good.

The phone screen showed an incoming call from Lin Jiayue. Zhu Xia was about to leave when He Wensheng spoke first: "It's not easy for a girl to walk with the help of a man. Miss Zhu, can you give me a chance to help others?" As he spoke, he looked at Li Baize.

He spoke politely and asked if she was willing.

A gentleman's gentle gesture usually makes people feel warm and excited.

But Zhu Xia was as cold as an iceberg, unmoved, and said calmly: "Thank you, sir, I don't think it's necessary."

"Forgive me for not having much experience dealing with girls. I don't know what I said was wrong. I hope Miss Zhu can point it out so I can correct it." He Wensheng said.

"You're not wrong. I just simply don't like people with the last name He."

Zhu Xia's eyelids slid down, and she took the phone. Without looking at He Wensheng again, she looked around and said to Lin Jiayue, "Yueyue, don't worry. We are out, in the corridor. See you at the elevator entrance."

I hung up the phone and put the phone in my pocket. He Wensheng hadn't left yet.

He was not annoyed by her rejection, but just smiled. His eyes suddenly turned far away from her, and then slowly pulled back.

"In the port area, Miss Zhu is probably the first person to say that she doesn't like the last name He."

After all, the surname "He" represents being above all royal power and nobles.

"That only shows that you are not very knowledgeable." Zhu Xia was about to leave while pulling Li Baize, when she suddenly felt something light on her body. A fierce man with a crew cut supported Li Baize.

It was normal that the footsteps could not be heard because the carpet was thick, but this person had been hiding in the dark for some time and she did not even notice him.

I wish there will be a chill in summer’s brows.

"I'm sorry." He Wensheng remained gentlemanly. "Every well-educated man cannot bear to see Miss Zhu suffer."

Zhu Xia glanced at the frightening figure of the buzz cut man, and then glanced at He Wensheng's soft eyes. The latter seemed humble and polite, but in fact he was very intimidating.

If she goes head-on, she will be the one who suffers.

"Then I'd like to trouble you two gentlemen to escort my friend to the elevator."

He Wensheng called the man with the crew cut: "Adong."

Ah Dong accepted the order and said, "Miss Zhu, please."

He Wensheng stood still and did not follow. In the dim light, his face was unclear, but he could vaguely see that he rotated the silver ring on his left index finger with his right hand.

Watching the slender yet powerful figure in silence for a moment, He Wensheng smiled.

It's more interesting than I thought.

-

In the VIP box, waiters and bodyguards filed out and the door was closed.

"Are you here for Shang Qiao or Sumer?" Shang Xun unbuttoned two more buttons, his shirt was loose, and he put one hand in his pocket as if he was on vacation. However, with his other hand, he took the silk scarf folded into a thousand paper cranes, flicked it open, and wiped the neck that had already stopped bleeding.

"Is there any difference?" You Feng raised his lazy eyes and met Shang Xun's scrutinizing gaze.

The air was filled with the sharp flashes of swords and blood, but the two seemed unaware of it.

Shang Xun smiled with an ambiguous tone and said, "Indeed not."

He threw away the scarf, and a hint of mockery flashed in his dark eyes. "We are all insignificant people, what's the difference?"

You Feng was playing with the glass in his hand, his eyebrows were arrogant, and he slowly opened his mouth: "It's none of your business."

"Sumer is still as ruthless as ever, without any hesitation." Shang Xun lit a cigarette, the cigarette burning between his fingers, and his tone was tainted with a hint of nostalgia for the past.

"If she had continued as usual, you would be insane by now." You Feng sneered.

In the past, he would hit it directly on the head, but now he hits the corner of the table first.

But it's still just as crazy, arrogant and blatant.

Shang Xun pulled his lips, veins on his arms bulged slightly, and he was unable to breathe.

"Does Shang Qiao have any dealings with He Wensheng?" You Feng casually rubbed the wall of the wine glass with his slender fingers, as if asking casually.

Shang Xun took two puffs of his cigarette, with smoke wafting from his lips, looking very elegant.

Hearing this, he said with a "tsk", "What do you think, former brother-in-law?"

Former brother-in-law.

He pronounced the three words very slowly and heavily, afraid that You Feng couldn't hear them.

"That's it." You Feng pursed his lips and smiled wildly, "Thank you, brother-in-law."

Seeing him stand up and leave, Shang Xun also stood up and took two steps closer. The two men were not much different in height. When their eyes met, Shang Xun narrowed his eyes and smiled:

"I recently learned some past events that I didn't know before. I wanted to tell my ex-brother-in-law, but judging by your attitude today, I think you already knew about it."

You Feng became more relaxed and didn't say anything.

Shang Xun still looked like a dissolute and frivolous second-generation rich kid, and said in an ambiguous tone: "Sumer has a close relationship with the Song family in Beijing. She and Song Chengyu are childhood sweethearts and have a deep affection for each other. You are having an affair with her, go ahead-"

Before he could finish his words, there was a loud "bang" and You Feng punched him fiercely in the face, with sudden anger in his eyes.

A fist hit Shang Xun's face, and the corner of his lips started bleeding instantly. A cold look flashed across his eyes, and he punched back hard, all his violent anger bursting out.

The suppressed volcanoes of the two men surged, and their violence and anger turned into clenched fists.

In the huge box, there were continuous loud crashing sounds, which made everyone who heard them tremble.