Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Are the wounds on his waist and abdomen really not gunshot wounds?

"Why do you think of asking this?" He Lianzhou asked her, with nothing wrong in his expression.

"It looks like a gunshot wound." Zhu Xia thought for a moment and said, "The location of the wound is very dangerous." If it was a little more off, he might have been dead.

"Are you in danger?" He Lianzhou raised his hand and slowly lifted the hair on her chest behind her.

Zhu Xia sat on his lap, looking at him, her fingers moving along his thin lips, passing over his straight nose, perfect eyebrows and slightly hot forehead, and finally stopping at his eyes, her fingertips gently stroking the slightly curved corners of his eyes... Her eyes moved, "Probably not." After saying that, she hugged him, rested her chin on his shoulder, and closed her eyes.

He Lianzhou stroked the back of her neck with his big hand and asked casually, "You and Song Chengyu's childhood sweetheart?"

"Yeah." Zhu Xia responded comfortably.

"Have you ever liked him?" he asked again. His tone sounded nonchalant, as if he was asking casually.

But she was stunned.

"No."

Zhu Xia felt a little itchy on her face, so she rubbed He Lianzhou's shoulder, tilted her head, buried her face in his neck, and said slowly: "Don't you remember what I said? A relationship based on a transaction is meaningless. When I entered the Song family at the age of seven, I knew that Song Chengyu and I were a transaction. Over the years, although I have feelings for him, I only regard him as a brother."

When Zhu Xia didn't understand the relationship between men and women, she only regarded Song Chengyu as a brother.

And when she began to understand the relationship between men and women, it was no longer possible for her to like Song Chengyu.

He Lianzhou has always been in control of the overall situation and doesn't like to drag things out, but with her, he feels that even if it takes a lot of time, it is acceptable.

Zhu Xia noticed that the man tightened his arms and hugged her tightly without any gap. She leaned her face into his neck, and her heart was suddenly stirred by his pleasant smell. Her body couldn't help but soften for a moment, and she said in a muffled voice: "I'm sleepy."

He Lianzhou heard this and picked her up and walked to the bedroom. He was strong, so Zhu Xia was happy not to have to walk. She put one hand around his neck and the other hand drew circles on his chest.

The curtains in the room were drawn at some point. Dim light shone from the lampshade at the bedside. Zhu Xia nestled in the soft quilt, feeling warm. After lying there for five minutes without falling asleep, she climbed out of He Lianzhou's arms and turned off the bedside lamp.

"No need." Zhu Xia lay back down and explained.

He Lianzhou looked at her, thoughtfully.

Zhu Xia also looked at him thoughtfully. After a moment, he turned over and lay on top of him, and his hand groped for his ear in the dark.

"I want to blow some pillow talk." She asked seriously, "Will you agree to it?"

"Talk first." He Lianzhou adjusted the quilt and covered her tightly.

Zhu Xia blinked her long, curly eyelashes, blew into his ear as a formality, and then whispered softly, "You are mine."

The girl's slightly moist breath hit my ears, like the early morning mist, clear and clean, refreshing.

"How about it, do you agree?" Zhu Xia asked.

"Yeah." The up-and-down posture was easy to arouse, so He Lianzhou pulled her off him and let her rest her head on his arm, "It can only be yours."

Zhu Xia then went back to sleep contentedly.

I slept deeply and when I opened my eyes it was already past nine o'clock.

She was the only one left on the bed. Zhu Xia stayed in bed and looked around. She saw the man standing in front of the French window on the balcony. The curtains were half open, and the fading sunlight shone on him, lengthening his tall figure. She stared at him without blinking until he hung up the phone and turned around.

He Lianzhou saw Zhu Xia look at him and then he jumped out of bed as if awakened, without even putting on his shoes, and ran barefoot to the medicine box to get the thermometer. Then he trotted over and told him to lower his head.

"Take the temperature." Zhu Xia looked up at him. His hair was still messy and he didn't bother to tidy it up.

He Lianzhou did as he was told. She held the thermometer to his forehead and checked the temperature, which was back to the healthy range.

Zhu Xia then reached out and touched his forehead to check the temperature. It was a little warm. But his body temperature was a little higher than hers, so it was normal to be warm.

She breathed a sigh of relief, "No fever."

He Lianzhou lowered his eyes to glance at her bare feet, and without saying a word, he lifted her up with one hand. Zhu Xia suddenly lost weight, and the thermometer almost fell to the ground. She had just woken up and was still a little dazed, so she forgot to struggle.

He Lianzhou put her at the end of the bed, picked up the cotton slippers on the ground, pinched her tender white ankles, and put the shoes on for her.

After stepping on something soft, Zhu Xia squinted his eyes comfortably.

"I'm going to wash up."

He Lianzhou watched her enter the bathroom. The ends of her hair were swaying, and she was obviously in a good mood.

Zhu Xia was standing in front of the sink with foam in her mouth when she heard a knock on the door. It seemed that the housekeeper called out "Mr. He", but she couldn't hear what was said after that.

Zhu Xia glanced around and saw that the clothes basket contained her and He Lianzhou's clothes from yesterday. His pants covered her fishtail skirt, indicating their extremely close relationship.

She stared at it for a moment in a daze.

After Zhu Xia washed up, he changed his clothes and wore long pants and long sleeves to keep warm.

Today's breakfast is Chinese, very rich, with yellow croaker noodles in milky soup, bird's nest wontons, steamed buns and seafood porridge.

The wonton skin is made of meat filling, which is very tough and tender. Zhu Xia ate one and her eyebrows curved with joy. Seeing her happy look, He Lianzhou also smiled a little.

Because she was so easy to please, he also found it easier to smile without realizing it.

After Zhu Xia had eaten, she took He Lianzhou's temperature again and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no problem.

The snow outside has become smaller, and scattered snowflakes are falling, adding a touch of romance to the bleak winter day.

Zhu Xia sat on the sofa in the living room, holding a white pillow in her arms and replying to messages on her phone in her hand.

Lin Jiayue recently moved back to the Lin family because her parents went to the Maldives and were away, so the house was quiet.

Zhu Xia smiled. Yueyue was a passionate person, but her parents were even more passionate than her.

After replying to most of the messages, Zhu Xia held the phone in one hand while pressing it on the sofa, and with the other hand, the five fingers of the woman's hand tapped the pillow from time to time.

Although He Lianzhou didn't say it, she knew that she had dragged it out a little too long this time.

The engagement was secondary. The main thing was to investigate Zhou's father. The early actions went smoothly, but at the critical moment, various things hindered her... Zhu Xia's mind was empty, and she remembered the year she broke up with He Lianzhou. When she came back from London, Song Chengyu went racing with his friends. She went to Song's house and saw Song Chengyu's father, and took the lead in talking to him about breaking off the engagement.

Song's father's reaction was indifferent. He neither agreed nor objected, but just told her to find her grandfather. So she went to the study to find her grandfather.

And Grandpa...