Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Zhu Xia raised his eyes.

In her field of vision was the man's sexy Adam's apple and smooth jawline, and then looking up, she unexpectedly met He Lianzhou's gaze.

I vaguely heard a "bang" sound in my ear, and a string in my mind suddenly broke.

She turned to leave.

He Lianzhou stretched out his long legs, blocking her way to leave.

Zhu Xia frowned slightly and stepped back, but He Lianzhou followed closely and moved closer.

"What are you running for?"

He stared at her, his tone like the cold mist floating on the frozen river, cold and unpredictable, "And you're still pretending to be a stranger."

I don’t know if this trick is about the past or the reunion in the hospital not long ago.

The exhibition hall became empty, as if someone had deliberately cleared it out. In the quiet environment, the man exuded a powerful aura that could not be ignored. Zhu Xia looked up at him.

The second time they met, she was not as helpless as she was in the hospital. She steadied her heart rate, her eyes passed over his sharp Adam's apple, and stopped at his always dark eyes.

Zhu Xia didn't pretend to be polite to him: "What's the matter?"

He Lianzhou said in an ambiguous tone: "From the look of you, it seems that you don't remember who I am."

Zhu Xia clenched his hands, feeling a little nervous.

In public, a powerful man wouldn't settle old scores with her, right?

A prime minister may have a broad mind, but serving the emperor is like serving a tiger.

He Lianzhou glanced at the silver plain ring necklace on her neck, and spoke slowly and evenly:

"Since you don't remember me, let's get to know each other again."

He stretched out his hand to her, and his every move was full of natural nobility.

It seems polite but it is not negotiable.

The man's wrist bones are strong and thin, he wears a Patek Philippe watch, his five fingers are cold and slender, and the back of his hand has faint blue veins, and the strength is dormant within.

Like a solitary blade covered with a layer of frost and snow.

Thinking of it at an inopportune time——

She had praised his hands for being beautiful and perfect for grabbing the sheets.

Zhu Xia looked at him for a while, then raised his head and asked: "Is your hobby making friends with girls?"

He Lianzhou was at ease and asked instead of answering: "Why do you think I am friends with you?"

Given He Lianzhou's social status and temperament, it was usually people who approached him in a social setting. Over the years, the number of people who took the initiative to extend their hand to him could be counted on one hand.

Zhu Xia was used to the romantic affairs of young masters, who seemed to be born with the ability to tease girls.

Hearing his question, her thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, but she didn't say anything.

He Lianzhou didn't mind her silence. He lifted his thin eyelids and glanced at the booth slowly:

"Is there anything you like?"

His tone was natural and calm, a request that would be answered if asked, as if he would pick them for her even if she asked for the stars or the moon.

Zhu Xia was not so self-sentimental. She raised her glass and took a sip of champagne. The refreshing and mellow aroma spread on her tongue.

"It has nothing to do with you."

He Lianzhou's eyes swept across the corner of her wet lips, with a hint of deep meaning, and then disappeared in an instant.

The exhibition hall became empty, while the front hall of the cocktail party was bustling with people. Some were talking loudly, some were chatting and laughing, and some were looking at the secret side from time to time.

Zhu Xia looked at the open door of the reception hall and said, "Go ahead. The auction is about to start. I need to go find a friend."

He Lianzhou glanced at his watch and said, "There are still thirteen minutes."

Zhu Xia understood that he meant that there were still thirteen minutes until the auction. She remained silent and took a sip of wine.

He Lianzhou seemed to be particularly patient and looked at her quietly.

"Then I'm already two minutes late." Zhu Xia likes to set the time forward fifteen minutes.

She spoke politely and awkwardly, "Mr. He, please move aside."

Seeing that he had no intention of moving aside, Zhu Xia retreated diagonally to the back, but she did not expect that the booth there was prismatic, with a sharp edge protruding right in front of the back of her head. Zhu Xia was unaware of it and was about to bump into it, but He Lianzhou was quick-witted and put his hand behind her head, and the back of his hand hit the edge with a dull sound.

"Boom!"

Zhu Xia was frightened and turned his head to look at the wound on his hand, but the man held the back of his neck and made him look at him again.

The distance between them shortened a little, and the sound of rising and falling breathing lingered in my ears, I couldn't tell whether it was hers or his.

He Lianzhou lowered his eyes to look at her, his long feathery eyelashes forming a fan-shaped shadow on his eyelids. From a high and commanding angle, his pressure invaded her without leaving a trace.

"You don't know me, how do you know my last name?"

The man's impeccable face enlarged, Zhu Xia's throat tightened and he swallowed his saliva.

"Do you remember my name?"

The sense of touch can directly awaken memories of the human body. His cold palm pressed against the skin on the back of her neck, causing a familiar tingling sensation.

They kissed countless times in this position.

Zhu Xia met his gaze and was surprised that his pupils had become so deep: "Remember."

He asked in a deep voice: "What do you remember? Tell me."

The unique cool fragrance of the man wafted over, mixed with a very light scent of Chinese agarwood. It smelled very good, and it seemed as if Zhu Xia's sense of smell, which was accustomed to the smell of the hospital, was instantly awakened.

She couldn't help but slow down her breathing and called him softly, "He Lianzhou."

He Lianzhou stared at her with his eyelashes raised. The glittering light in her eyes had settled into a luster like that of unpolished jade.

A moment.

The corners of his lips relaxed, and he said with a half-smile: "Don't you remember it very clearly?"

After saying that, he let go of her and slowly stood up.

The tense and charming atmosphere dissipated as he distanced himself.

Zhu Xia relaxed and said without any modesty: "I have always had a good memory. I can even remember the names of my kindergarten classmates..."

"Do you think I'm reminiscing about the past with you?" He had a blank expression on his face, only his Adam's apple rolled slightly as he spoke.

"No?" she asked.

"The past is void." He Lianzhou's voice sounded like a turbulent undercurrent deep in the sea, with an imperceptible chill, "Where is the past?"

Zhu Xia was stunned.

Open the time capsule and go back to the day when the two broke up completely.

London was brick gray, covered in sleet. The Thames River flowed under the bridges. The bad weather caused road congestion and vehicles moved at a snail's pace.

A crisp sound came from a room in the wealthy area in the city center, which was the sound of glass falling to the ground and breaking.

The young man's profile was hidden in the dark and gloomy environment, and beneath his short black hair were a pair of deep eyes with indecipherable emotions.

The light reflected from the broken glass was like an extremely sharp sword, cutting his heart inch by inch.

The room was completely silent, with only the faint sound of liquid dripping.

Zhu Xia frowned and stared at He Lianzhou's bloody right hand for a moment, then turned around and looked at the bustling streets and commercial buildings outside, and the Christmas lights that were decorated in advance.

After a long time.

She picked up her coat and put it on her arm, turned her back to him, and said slowly: "It's your bad luck to meet me."

He chuckled softly, a self-deprecating chuckle that came from his throat.

"Zhu Xia," he said in a hoarse, frighteningly cold voice, "You are quite amazing."