Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Zhu Xia looked in the direction of the voice and saw a pretty girl of medium build with jet-black wavy hair looking at her and Lin Jiayue with a smile on her face.

The girl has a sweet smile, an oval face, fair skin, red lips, and slightly upturned eyes that reveal confidence and shrewdness.

One point, two points.

His eyes are somewhat similar to He Lianzhou's.

"Hi, Lin Jiayue." The girl's eyes moved from Zhu Xia's cheek to Lin Jiayue.

Lin Jiayue was eating like a sloth. She looked up when she heard the voice and saw a familiar face. A social smile immediately appeared on her face: "He Chuyin? Long time no see."

He Chuyin smiled and tilted her head slightly to look at Zhu Xia, "Who is this lady?"

"My friend, Zhu Xia." Lin Jiayue said, "Sumer, Miss He Chuyin."

Zhu Xiachaohe Chu Yin smiled and nodded in greeting.

He Chuyin was stunned for a moment.

She has a pretty face, eyebrows like spring mountains, a fair face, and soft red lips...

There is a huge difference between laughing and not laughing.

When she's not smiling, it's like a shattered light hiding a hint of coldness; when she's smiling, it's like a third of the sweetness has been removed from the ice.

"Would you like to sit down and have a few drinks?" Lin Jiayue asked He Chuyin.

"No, I have friends upstairs and can't stay long. If you see a familiar face, come down and say hello." He Chuyin tilted her head to look at Zhu Xia's face, "Miss Zhu, do you have any idea of ​​becoming an artist, actor or model?"

Zhu Xia smiled and shook her head, "Thank you, but no."

"I think so." He Chuyin sighed regretfully, and then said, "Can you please leave me your contact information?"

"can."

Seeing that she had nothing in her hands and no cell phone, Zhu Xia opened her bag, took out a piece of paper and a pen, and wrote down her name and contact information.

He Chuyin took it and glanced down.

Zhu Xia's handwriting is like a dancing phoenix and a flying dragon...it's really not very beautiful.

The handwriting is similar to that of doctors' prescriptions.

He Chuyin felt in her pocket, took out two tickets and gave them to Zhu Xia and Lin Jiayue respectively.

"If you are interested in the admission tickets for the private art museum next week, you can go and have a look. If you don't have time, you can give them to others." He Chuyin said, and looked towards the second floor, "I won't bother you anymore. Goodbye."

Zhu Xia watched He Chuyin leave, silent and thoughtful.

He Chuyin is He Lianzhou's younger sister. She attended the Sacred Heart Canossian College, the first girls' school in the southern district of Hong Kong.

He Chuyin had delivered something to He Lianzhou at a London bar before. At that time, Song Chengyu's mother urgently asked her to return to Beijing, and she missed meeting He Chuyin... That was six years ago.

Zhu Xia was so impressed because that day was Children's Day, June 1st.

He Lianzhou looks calm and distant on the surface, but in fact, he always likes to find various reasons to give her gifts.

With a reason, she couldn't refuse.

It’s hard for him to remember that June 1st is Children’s Day.

Lin Jiayue unfolded the ticket and studied the calligraphy and painting on it carefully. "I heard that He Chuyin took over the group's entertainment business. She asked you if you wanted to be an artist just now. She must want to sign you. With He Chuyin's generosity, Sumer, you are going to be famous all over the world!"

Lin Jiayue has perfectly fabricated a beautiful story in her mind: 'My best friend has become an international superstar, and I am responsible for enjoying the good life.'

Zhu Xia curled her lips and laughed at her: "What are you daydreaming about?"

"The private art museum has many precious famous paintings and ceramics, but unfortunately I don't have time." Lin Jiayue stuffed two tickets to Zhu Xia and smiled brightly, "See if the handsome doctor in your hospital is free."

Lin Jiayue's whereabouts have always been mysterious, so Zhu Xia didn't investigate further.

She lowered her eyelashes and held the ticket stub in her eye.

The hospital is busy.

Not necessarily free.

do not care.

Let’s talk about it then.

Some things can be postponed, some cannot.

For example, it’s no problem to put He Lianzhou’s clothes anywhere.

It has been a week since our last roadside encounter.

He didn't send anyone to get the coat, nor did he contact her to communicate the time.

He is a very busy man and probably forgot.

She should find time to send it over.

You can communicate on WhatsApp without adding friends.

Zhu Xia tapped the phone screen quickly with his fingertips and typed to send the message.

Zhu Xia: "I will be going to Central the day after tomorrow and will pass by the China Port Group headquarters. Can I send the clothes to you then?"

Zhu Xia: "Can I give it to the secretary or someone else?"

After sending the message, she turned off the screen and put the phone on her arm.

Lin Jiayue frowned as she scanned the information provided by the informant.

She said unhappily, "How come Song Chengyu was photographed by paparazzi again? Is his private life so chaotic?"

Zhu Xia said helplessly: "Just get used to it and calm down."

Generally speaking, if a fiancé frequently gets involved in romantic scandals, his fiancée should be so angry that her face turns red.

Zhu Xia always glossed over the topic.

It seems that he is unwilling to face it, but in fact he is trying to protect it.

New matchmakers like to see the essence through the surface and dig deep into the events.

At this moment, Lin Jiayue realized it belatedly.

The matter between Zhu Xia and Song Chengyu was far more complicated than she knew.

Lin Jiayue suppressed her thoughts, blinked her eyes and asked, "Who is more important to you, me or Song Chengyu?"

"That's nonsense." Zhu Xia raised her eyebrows and followed her words with a smile, "Of course it's you."

Lin Jiayue was very easy to coax and immediately smiled with joy.

It had been a long time since the two of them sat quietly together, drinking a little wine and chatting.

Sometimes the words are irrelevant, but I don't care.

Lin Jiayue kept mumbling about everything, from the chance encounter with a middle school classmate last month, to the candlelight dinner with a male celebrity last week, to the time she went home a few days ago and her old father was relieved to tell her father about it so as not to annoy him at home.

...Zhu Xia suddenly remembered why she rejected socializing and focused on studying.

At that time, I was young, stubborn, and had a strong sense of self-esteem. I didn't want to be a dodder that depended on the Song family.

"Have you been using this pen for many years?" Lin Jiayue asked, staring at the pen on the table.

The pen clip is in the shape of a golden arrow feather, which looks very delicate. It uses a stainless steel nib, and the ink flows smoothly when writing.

"It's been many years." Zhu Xia said.

"Why don't you get a new one?"

"Before, I was forced to be shabby, but now..." Zhu Xia joked, "Let's be frugal."

Lin Jiayue smiled and watched her put the pen into her bag.

The message sent to He Lianzhou did not receive any response for a long time.

Lin Jiayue drove Zhu Xia home. Zhu Xia took a shower as usual, tossed and turned in bed for twenty minutes, and her stomach started to growl.

She went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and searched everywhere, but could only find the bread she had bought for breakfast two days ago.

In fact, she doesn't have the habit of making breakfast.

She just bought the midnight snack in the name of breakfast.

Zhu Xia first toasted some bread in the bread maker, then washed some grapes and lychees, then sat at the dining table, filling his stomach while browsing his phone.

When she saw a cute dog picture, she zoomed in and out and looked at it carefully twice, and felt that her mood was made to look cute.

The phone screen suddenly flashed.

The caller ID pops up.

When she saw who it was, her heart skipped a beat.

At 23:46 in the evening, He Lianzhou called her.