Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Although Zhu Xia is sometimes rebellious, he is not stubborn.

She doesn't cause trouble for herself.

So last night there were only two men who couldn't sleep and her who was sleeping soundly.

After sending a message to He Lianzhou, Zhu Xia lazily scrolled through her updates and found that He Chuyin was in France recently. She posted photos of herself watching the moon from the high-rise building in Monpais, Paris, and a group photo of her attending a private dinner at the Paris Fashion Museum.

The photo shows Cara, the famous Victoria's Secret supermodel, fashion darling, and catwalk king with a net worth of over 100 million.

He Chuyin evaluated Li Xuan because she wanted to use a domestic model. Although foreign models are excellent, their sentiments are different after all.

There are also many models with great style in the country.

Ling Wei said that this time they are selecting a global spokesperson. The chosen Chinese person will have her face appear on the Nasdaq screen in New York's Times Square, the double street screen at the Gwiland Crossing in Vancouver, Canada, the Printemps Pedestrian Street in Paris, France... and many other global outdoor large-screen advertisements.

A brand spokesperson represents not only the brand, but also the reputation of the group.

They have to be extra careful.

Zhu Xia Rouruo had enough of lying there bonelessly, so she got up, washed up, and had breakfast with her grandfather as usual.

Song Chengyu was not there. Aunt Zhao said that Young Master Yu did not stay at the old house last night, probably because he had something urgent to deal with.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone in the Song family, both in the political and business circles, was very busy, except Zhu Xia and Song Chengyun, who had nothing to do.

The difference is that Zhu Xia went home voluntarily, while Song Chengyun was forced to come here by his parents.

The sun was at its zenith. Mr. Song and his friends were playing chess in the greenhouse. Zhu Xia was sitting in the restaurant eating chicken soup with ginseng and asparagus. A sarcastic voice rang in his ears:

"The pretty boy you raised is not very good. He can't even cook."

Song Chengyun had eye-catching blond hair, headphones hanging around his neck, and a cool blue shirt and blue pants. He walked to the dining table, pulled out the chair to Zhu Xia's left, and sat down.

"Aunt Zhao, give me a bowl too!" he shouted towards the kitchen.

Aunt Zhao agreed and soon came over with a bowl of hot tonic soup.

Song Chengyun slowly scooped the soup with a spoon and glanced at Zhu Xia, who was calm and drank the soup slowly.

"How much magic potion did you feed Third Brother?" His tone was not good, even arrogant and domineering.

"Guess." Zhu Xia said perfunctorily.

Song Chengyun couldn't guess and chose to condemn her: "Third brother treats you so well, but you are not satisfied and keep a gigolo outside."

"How many girlfriends do you have at the same time?" Zhu Xia rolled his black jade eyes and said after a moment of thought, "Stray dogs stink. I will observe a three-second silence for your girlfriends."

Although Song Chengyun graduated from an aerospace school, he did not have a job after leaving school. He only held a position in the family business and spent his days doing nothing.

He has a non-mainstream Shamatte look, just like a stray dog.

He is not very charming, but his privileged background as a businessman and politician gives him a gilded look, making him shine like Maitreya Buddha and attract everyone's attention.

The tall buildings and dilapidated towers belong to others, and he only lives a life of luxury.

"Zhu Xia!" Song Chengyun said in a low voice. He didn't dare to shout loudly in the old house. "Don't forget, everything you have now was given by the Song family! Without the Song family, you would be nothing! When you were alone and helpless, it was the Song family who saved you, adopted you, trained you, and protected you. You still have the nerve to say you are a member of the Song family after receiving the kindness of the Song family? Shame on you!"

Zhu Xia put down the spoon gracefully, leaned slightly against the back of the chair, and looked directly at Song Chengyun:

"Save me, adopt me, train me, protect me. Do all these things you mentioned have anything to do with you?"

Song Chengyun was speechless, and then turned to contemptuously: "You are just relying on the indulgence and love of the third brother to be fearless, but do you know that the third brother is outside..."

He suddenly stopped talking, obviously afraid of Song Chengyu.

"Do you think I don't know?" Zhu Xia said calmly.

The best protected person in the Song family is not Zhu Xia, but Song Chengyun.

Look at him, he is in a vortex of power, but he can still have such naive ideas.

To provoke, to complain, to show off one's power for a while.

The interests of family members are closely intertwined.

In the Song family, public affairs and private matters have always been the same thing.

Mr. Song is a decent man. He does not allow family struggles to be brought to the surface, nor does he allow them to kill each other in private.

So he chose Song Chengyu as his successor early on and arranged the marriage between Zhu Xia and Song Chengyu early on.

Zhu Xia's relationship with the Song family began with an earthquake eighteen years ago.

Seven-year-old Zhu Xia was trapped in the rubble and was rescued by Song Chengyu's father.

Later, Mr. Song's arrangement of Zhu Xia and Song Chengyu's marriage was somewhat influenced by this incident.

Song Chengyun stared at Zhu Xia with wide eyes, as if he didn't expect her to be so magnanimous. You know, his mother was very strict in controlling his father's relationships with women.

"Aunt Zhao, I'm done eating." Zhu Xia stood up, said something to Aunt Zhao and left the restaurant, completely ignoring Song Chengyun's expression which was more interesting than Peking Opera.

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In Paris, France, the villa estate is peaceful and beautiful.

The manor is not very large, but of moderate size, noble but not exaggerated. The interior decoration cleverly combines the new and the old. The handmade carpets, wallpapers, and furniture are all from Maison Pierre Frey. The authentic artworks on the walls date back to the 18th century. There is a large fruit and vegetable garden in the manor to supply its own kitchen.

After lunch, He Chuyin sat on the soft sofa, listening to her mother and elder brother talking about business, and looked at the parquet floor and the fireplace.

"Yin Yin, have you got a boyfriend recently?"

The topic suddenly turned to herself, and He Chuyin turned around to look at her mother who was looking at her with a smile. Jiang Qiyun had long wavy hair, red lips, fair skin, and majestic features. She was in her fifties and still beautiful. She was bright and charming, and her eyes, which contained a gentle smile, were sharp and majestic.

"No." He Chuyin hugged her mother's arm and smiled sweetly, "Why don't you ask your eldest brother? Grandpa is urging your eldest brother to get married and has even urged me to introduce a girl to him."

Jiang Qiyun turned her head and looked at her son, who was wearing black casual clothes, leaning against the wall, staring at his phone with lowered eyelashes, and asked:

"Lianzhou, where is that little girl from before?"

He Chuyin blinked rapidly, her curiosity surging out like a volcano: "Girl? What girl? Mommy, what girl?"

He Lianzhou raised his eyelids, his expression calm.

"Seven or eight years ago, he asked me to design a ring for a girl," said Jiang Qiyun.

He Chuyin: "Hmmmm?? What ring?"

Jiang Qiyun opened the drawer, took out the design draft, quickly flipped through it, stopped at a certain page and said, "This is it. Blazing summer and dazzling you."

"As hot as summer and as dazzling as you?" He Chuyin tilted her head to look at the detailed annotations below.

Summer is supposed to be hot, and you are supposed to be dazzling.

Summer is always hot and you are always dazzling.

"In my eyes, you are dazzling."

He Chuyin was surprised and said, "Is this considered a confession?! Right!?"