Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

The story of Lin Jiayue started with the report she followed a while ago.

Entertainment news about He Mingliang and Hong Kong stars is very popular in the media industry, and many people have been waiting for news but have not received any.

Lin Jiayue is a career-minded person and she has her own network of contacts. She knows that He Mingliang is a naughty, drunkard, and unrestrained person who hangs out in clubs every week.

Reporter Moon dressed up in disguise and went deep into the tiger's den to get news reports.

He Mingliang was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and there was no girl he couldn't get that he wanted.

He took a liking to Lin Jiayue and took action without saying a few words.

Lin Jiayue was not a pushover. With a fierce look in her eyes, she beat He Mingliang hard.

When Zhu Xia arrived at the police station, he saw Lin Jiayue sitting there leisurely. Miss Lin, who used to have delicate hair, now had messy hair and her bright red lips were scratched with traces of embarrassment.

Opposite her sat a man in a flowered shirt.

Zhu Xia had an impression of him; he was the third young master of the He family.

He Mingliang stared at Lin Jiayue with murderous intent. Half of his eye was punched and was bruised like a giant panda, with occasional scratches on his cheek.

Looks worse than Lin Jiayue.

I wish Xia can feel a little more at ease.

She protects her people, and even if the moon made the first move, she would still stand on the moon's side.

Zhu Xia walked in and said to the police officer, "Sir, I'm here to vouch for Lin Jiayue."

"Come here and sign." The police officer handed her a form.

After Zhu Xia signed, he looked up and asked, "Is this done?"

The tone was a little unbelievable.

The police officer nodded: "Both sides have reached a settlement. Don't fight next time."

Lin Jiayue and He Mingliang looked at each other, and the sparks in the air did not sound like a reconciliation.

As for why He Mingliang did not pursue the matter, Zhu Xia did not think deeply about it.

Zhu Xia came out of the police station, reached out and stroked Lin Jiayue's messy hair, and said with concern:

"How is it? Are you injured? Do you want to go to the hospital for a check-up?"

Most of the depression in Lin Jiayue's heart was relieved, and she wanted to laugh for some reason. Before she could say anything, she heard a vicious male voice.

"I'll let you go this time, but if I catch you again next time, you'll be in big trouble!"

Lin Jiayue looked at him with disgust. "If your brain is not needed, donate it to the hospital. Don't have a seizure outside and talk nonsense like a coward."

Zhu Xia reminded: "Hospitals don't accept stupid people's brains."

Lin Jiayue: "Then throw it into the stinking ditch."

He Mingliang was annoyed by their scolding. "Gossip, I was talking to you in a nice way, but you're still taking advantage of me, aren't you?"

Treat threats as if they were spoken in a friendly voice.

What kind of comprehension ability is this?

Lin Jiayue's voice suddenly became high-pitched, and her fierce aura was like that of Sun Erniang, the girl selling human meat buns in Water Margin.

"Even trees need bark, don't you need dignity to survive?"

He Mingliang said angrily, "Are you tired of living?"

The atmosphere was tense and it seemed like a second fight was about to break out in front of the police station.

A middle-aged man in a blue suit came over with a respectful tone.

"Third Master, your family is still waiting for you to come back."

He Mingliang's expression changed immediately, "He's here too?"

It is self-evident who this 'he' is.

"Yes."

In an instant, He Mingliang's arrogance seemed to be extinguished by ice water, and he became depressed.

"It's just a small matter, is it necessary to have so many people?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Third Young Master, please go back to the old house first."

He Mingliang was very nervous and got into a Pullman car parked on the roadside without even looking at Zhu Xia and Lin Jiayue.

Lin Jiayue looked at the car driving away, and asked with a lingering feeling: "Leaving now?"

She still wants to fight.

Zhu Xia: "Maybe something's wrong."

Judging from the conversation and the expression on He Mingliang's face, it should be that Mr. He knew that he was in trouble.

Otherwise He Mingliang would not let it go.

He Jihua attaches great importance to reputation and does not allow younger generations to destroy the family foundation.

With the precedent of He Yanmin being investigated by the Independent Commission Against Corruption, no matter how small the trouble made by He Mingliang was, it was not a trivial matter in He Jihua's eyes.

"He Mingliang is such a good kid, he asked ten girls to do striptease at once." Lin Jiayue and Zhu Xia complained, "He hugged them left and right, kissed them one after another, and almost had sex with them right there and then. It was really disgusting."

"Are you sure you're not hurt?" Zhu Xia asked again.

Lin Jiayue stamped her feet happily, "Alive and kicking."

Zhu Xia stopped a taxi and sent Lin Jiayue up first.

"There's an emergency at the hospital, I have to go back."

Doctors and reporters often have emergencies, and Lin Jiayue is used to it: "Okay, be careful."

"Call me if you need anything."

The condition of the patients sent to the hospital today deteriorated rapidly and seriously.

Zhu Xia rushed to the hospital, and the head nurse She Yi explained the situation to her in a hurry and arranged for surgery immediately.

When I came out of the operating room, it was already 2:30 in the morning.

Su Weiwen was on duty tonight. She heard that Zhu Xia had returned to the hospital for surgery and specially prepared a cake.

In the tea room, Su Weiwen opened the mousse cake and found a note with ingredients on it.

"Zero fat, no sugar, no dairy... it doesn't taste good at all, throw it away."

I wish Xia Xiaoxiao.

Dr. Su, a foodie.

As soon as Xiao Jiyan arrived, he saw Su Weiwen, who looked depressed. He sat down and said with a hearty smile:

"Miss Sue, no matter how much food you eat, it can't fill the emptiness inside."

Zhu Xia took a fork and ate the cake. "She is different from you. She is just greedy."

Su Weiwen smiled and said, "Sumer still understands me."

"You have something on your hands."

Xiao Jiyan took out a tissue and reached out to wipe the cream off the back of Zhu Xia's hand, but Zhu Xia quickly dodged.

She took the tissue and smiled lightly, "Thank you, but I don't like others touching me."

The words were polite, but straightforward.

Xiao Jiyan may be accustomed to interacting with others in this way, but she is not used to it and does not like it.

The three of them ate and chatted, enjoying a rare leisurely mood.

Su Weiwen suddenly brought up a topic, "How did you feel when the first patient you were responsible for died?"

"Of course I was sad," Xiao Jiyan said. "I even secretly went to his funeral."

The first patient he took over died.

Zhu Xia lowered his eyelashes in thought.

After sending off the first patient, it actually took her a long time to digest the situation.

At that time, Professor Albert saw that she was in a bad mood and gave her a leave.

She left the hospital, wandered around aimlessly, cut her hair short, and went back to school.

Zhu Xia started school early, had good talent, and worked hard, skipping two grades.

The combination of various factors allowed her to graduate and enter the hospital at a younger age than others.

The ability to process emotions cannot keep up with the rapid growth of knowledge level, and unknown negative emotions are surging beneath the calm appearance.

Zhu Xia walked on the campus, his steps as slow as a snail.

As night fell, she sat on the stone steps where she usually looked out over the Charles River, leaning forward and hugging her knees.

Her shoulder-length black hair covered most of her face, making it difficult to see her expression.

For the first time, Zhu Xia seriously thought about why he studied medicine.

Not far away, He Lianzhou leaned against the red wall, not saying a word, just looking at the shadow silently.

In fact, he followed her for a day.