Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

What are you thanking me for?

Zhu Xia thought carefully.

Thank him for extending his hand to protect her head, thank him for sending her home, thank him for giving her vegetable juice and coat, thank him for lighting her cigarette... there are so many things to thank him for.

After thinking for a moment, Zhu Xia said, "Thank you for letting me treat you to a meal."

He Lianzhou raised the corners of his lips and smiled.

They ate and the wait staff was told not to come in without instructions.

Zhu Xia rarely attended social events, so it was impossible for her to pour wine for He Lianzhou.

He basically poured her wine.

Halfway through, the manager brought in the restaurant's treasured sake. He Lianzhou changed Zhu Xia's glass and poured her sake.

Zhu Xia put the wine in front of his nose and smelled it, then took a sip.

A very fragrant and mellow wine.

The light inside was bright, unlike the rain and fog outside. The cozy atmosphere, delicious food and wine made Zhu Xia smile happily.

What was previously unsaid, at this moment there is an opportunity to ask: “How have you been these years?”

"What about you?" he asked back.

"It's pretty good. You're all busy with your studies, going to the hospital for internship, getting a full-time job, and becoming a formal doctor." Zhu Xia shook his glass. "You should be pretty good too... No, it's pretty good."

He Lianzhou stroked the edge of the wine glass with his clean, slender fingers, and said with a half-smile, "It's good."

Zhu Xia raised her head and glanced at him, feeling that there was something else behind his words, but she did not ask any more questions. Her attention was attracted by the lit screen.

Zhou Mo: "Let me ask you a question. Does Mr. Song know that you left New York and came to Hong Kong?"

Zhou Mo: "If I knew, I wouldn't have to worry about letting it slip in front of him; if I didn't know, I would have to be careful. Don't you think so?"

When Zhou went bankrupt and was liquidated, Zhou Mo once asked Song Chengyu for help.

But Song Chengyu is not a philanthropist, he will not make decisions without benefits.

He refused to help Zhou and there was no turning back.

Zhou Mo's text messages were both overt and covert attempts to test Zhu Xia and Song Chengyu's current situation.

Zhu Xia would not prove himself, nor would he explain to Zhou Mo.

She wiped her fingers clean and typed quickly.

Zhu Xia: "Shang Xun's mouth cannot spit out ivory. Whether he will publicize it or not is none of my business."

Zhu Xia: "You too."

In the hall, Zhou Mo, who was sitting at the table, caught a glimpse of the two messages and her fingers twitched.

A dog can’t spit out ivory... Is Zhu Xia calling Shang Xun a dog?

"Sumer, what's going on?" Shang Xun suddenly spoke, his posture was leisurely but his tone was cold and serious.

Zhou Mo rarely saw him look so cold, and her throat tightened involuntarily. She said softly, "She is the adopted daughter of the Song family. She grew up with Mr. Song and was well protected. Not many people know of her existence."

"What is her relationship with Song Chengyu?" Shang Xun asked.

"Zhu Xia is Mr. Song's childhood sweetheart and also his fiancée." Zhou Mo answered cautiously, "They will be engaged at the end of the year, and the wedding date will probably be early next year."

Shang Xun narrowed his eyes and found it quite interesting.

Song Chengyu was the master of the imperial city, so he just let his fiancée run around? And be with other men everywhere?

You Feng and the man she met at the club last time were both very close to Sumer.

Shang Xun: "Sumer is your junior high school classmate. What was she like in junior high school?"

Zhou Mo was surprised. Shang Xun was also interested in Zhu Xia?

"Mr. Shang, why do you always mention other women when you are with me?" Zhou Mo said in a reproachful tone, which sounded more like coquettishness than dissatisfaction.

"Are you jealous?" Shang Xun playfully covered her hand with his palm and squeezed it teasingly, "Sumer is my friend, not another woman."

Prince Shang has said so. If she still doesn't know what's good for her, it's her fault. Zhou Mo pulled her hand away and poured him a glass of wine.

……

I don’t know if her taste has changed recently, but there are two dishes that are a bit salty for Zhu Xia. She finished a bottle of sweet wine in just a few sips.

Sweet wine is not easy to get drunk easily. When the manager came to see her off, she was very sober and did not miss He Lianzhou's words "keep the account".

Zhu Xia turned to look at him.

He Lianzhou took the coat handed to him by the waiter, put it on her and said, "You can transfer money to me."

The manager smiled friendly, printed out the bill details and put them in an envelope for her. Only then did Zhu Xia feel relieved.

While she put the envelope into her bag, she did not forget to take out the mask and put it on.

This man is too conspicuous. She has to be careful.

Seeing this, He Lianzhou grabbed Zhu Xia's wrist and pulled her closer. With a smile on his face, he looked down at her and asked, "Are we having an affair?"

"No."

Zhu Xia put on her mask and said, "If someone we know sees us together, it will be hard to explain."

He Lianzhou stared into her distinct black and white eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Give me one."

Zhu Xia raised her head and looked at him for a moment, then lowered her head and took out a new sealed mask from her bag and gave it to him.

"Help me." He Lianzhou said.

Zhu Xia didn't think much about it. He stepped onto the raised white rock steps, tore off the plastic film, put the mask on him, and skillfully hung it behind his ears.

The girl stood on one leg, her body swaying, and the man stood still, just holding her waist with his arm outstretched.

Zhu Xia gently pinched the bridge of his nose with her slender fingers, fixed the mask, and smiled with satisfaction.

"All right."

He Lianzhou put one hand around her waist and carried her down.

Zhu Xia landed steadily on the ground and blinked blankly.

Why do I feel like I'm back to the time when we were secretly in love many years ago?

Alarm bells immediately rang, and she said, "Let go of my hand."

"No one saw it." He Lianzhou pulled Zhu Xia towards the elevator.

At the same time, Zhou Mo came out of the bathroom and walked back through the corridor when she caught a glimpse of two figures. The man was dignified and tall, while the girl was slender and cool.

Zhou Mo stared at the figure that was getting farther and farther away thoughtfully.

The girl is obviously Zhu Xia, but the man is not Song Chengyu...

who is it?

There were more than two of them in the car, so Zhu Xia couldn't struggle. When they reached the parking lot, He Lianzhou had already let go before she could even try.

Zhu Xia watched him take out the car key and press the key, and the Rolls-Royce parked in the parking space immediately lit up.

She sat in the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt consciously.

He Lianzhou glanced at her sideways, a nonchalant smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

Zhu Xia noticed it and turned his head to look at him.

In the dim parking lot, our eyes met, all around was silent, our breathing became cautious...it really felt like an affair.

Zhu Xia turned his head, leaned his head against the leather chair, closed his eyes and relaxed.

She heard the sound of the car engine starting, the car drove a long distance, and a beam of dazzling light was projected from the front, until the phone in her pocket vibrated, and she opened her eyes.

Zhu Xia fumbled to take out her cell phone and remembered that she was wearing He Lianzhou's clothes.

The cell phone is also his.

Zhu Xia asked: "You have a phone call, do you want to answer it?"

"Hang up."

He didn't ask who was calling, which meant he knew.

Zhu Xia didn't reject the call, waiting for the call to hang up automatically.

The other party called three times in a row, but no one answered.

When Zhu Xia sighed and finally gave up, he saw the wallpaper on his phone and his eyes suddenly fixed.