Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

"I've asked this question before." Jiang Qiyun raised her eyebrows slightly, "Guess what your brother answered?"

He Chuyin blinked her beautiful eyes that were like morning stars, "How do you answer?"

"State the facts." Jiang Qiyun imitated her son's indifferent tone at that time.

"What it means is that the girl is naturally dazzling, so praising her for being dazzling is not a confession, it's just a statement of fact."

He Lianzhou had no interest in the whole world. He had been outstanding since he was young, like the moon surrounded by stars. Almost nothing and no one could catch his eye.

But such an indifferent and distant person actually finds another person dazzling.

Extremely rare and incredible.

"Ah." He Chuyin smiled sweetly and innocently, and her fingers, like translucent white jade, pressed on the design manuscript. "Looking for my sister-in-law, where is she?"

"Where is the little girl?" Jiang Qiyun asked He Lianzhou again.

He Lianzhou stood in front of the table, his tall figure like a thousand-year-old poplar, tapping his fingers on the table. Thinking of something, he raised the corner of his lips slightly and said casually: "When the time comes, people will come."

Jiang Qiyun wanted to ask what "the time is right" meant. Wasn't this statement ambiguous and intended to fool her?

Law of the Circle: An ambiguous answer plus time is equivalent to a rejection.

Was his answer a hint that there was no hope? The girl ran away?

The faint light of the mobile phone screen was reflected in the man's dark eyes. He Lianzhou gestured to them and walked to the back garden to make a call.

Jiang Qiyun swallowed her doubts and introduced other jewelry designs to her daughter He Chuyin.

Before Zhu Xia received the call from He Lianzhou, she was processing emails in her study. She looked at the computer screen for too long and felt tired, so she closed her eyes to rest. Then she opened her eyes and took out her mobile phone to reply to the message.

He Lianzhou: "Don't like it, or don't know how to do it?"

He Lianzhou: "Well, I'll take you to see her next time"

Either she doesn't like waiting for him, or she doesn't know how to wait for him.

Zhu Xia rested his head on the back of the chair, stared at the ceiling for two seconds, and typed slowly: "I don't like it, and I don't know how to do it."

She automatically ignored the message about meeting Jiang Qiyun.

Neither of them mentioned Jiang Qiyun's name, but they both assumed that the other knew who they were talking about.

When Zhu Xia was in a daze, the cell phone rang suddenly.

As soon as she answered the phone, the man's lazy and magnetic voice caressed Zhu Xia's ears like grains of water.

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

A belated holiday greeting, in response to her blessing from yesterday.

"Mid-Autumn Festival has passed long ago, your happiness is a bit belated." Zhu Xia held the mobile phone to her ear in one hand and twisted the ring necklace around her neck with two fingers of the other hand, the ring was shining.

The corners of He Lianzhou's lips curved slightly: "Are you blaming me?"

"No, why should I blame you? We are not related at all." Zhu Xia said.

"Got it." The man smiled, but his tone didn't mean that he thought she didn't blame him.

Zhu Xia ignored him, her eyes full of stars twinkled, her brows knitted slightly, and she said seriously: "I remember that your itinerary cannot be easily disclosed, it must be kept strictly confidential. Don't send me your itinerary if there is nothing going on, and of course don't send it if there is something going on."

"Would it be dangerous to report my itinerary to my ex-girlfriend?" His steady voice was faintly teasing.

Before Zhu Xia could respond, He Lianzhou said in a low voice, "Aren't you the most dangerous to me, Zhu Xia?"

Hearing this, Zhu Xia's eyelashes trembled slightly, and there seemed to be a flash of light in her eyes. She put her elbow on the armrest, pressed her knuckles against her lips, and bit them.

After so many years, the female voice pierced into her mind like an ice pick: "Pulse is one of the vital signs. If your pulse speeds up because of someone, it will be very fatal."

If you like someone, it can be very dangerous.

Zhu Xia suppressed his confused heart and pretended to be calm and said, "I have something else to do. I won't say any more. Goodbye."

Without waiting for his reply, she hung up the phone.

Summer is over and now it is autumn.

The heartbeat that had accelerated due to the high temperature seemed to have not had time to return to normal.

Zhu Xia patted his cheeks with both hands. In the past, his body temperature would only rise when they met in person, but now, his temperature could rise even through the cold network cable.

Could it be that He Lianzhou had cast a curse on her?

Zhu Xia shook his head and focused on his business. After all, he was not around, so it was useless to think about him. He might as well hurry up and finish the emails.

A certain man was just forgotten by her and banished to the cold palace for three days.

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That night, car lights on the streets of Beijing were like flowing lines, and neon lights were everywhere on the city's colorful billboards.

Inside the magnificent club, the dome is resplendent with gold and jade, gorgeous crystal chandeliers are hung in the air, and the ceiling patterns are extremely intricate, proclaiming the extravagant and luxurious style everywhere.

In the private room on the second floor, Zhu Xia sat on a lounge chair on the large balcony, his chin resting on his hands, looking at the tall buildings rising from the ground in the distance.

Pei Jue's group called Song Chengyu. Song Chengyu called her again.

At this moment, Song Chengyu and several of his friends were pulling him aside to discuss project matters. There was a new project in the east of the city that was extremely profitable, and many people wanted to get a piece of the pie.

Zhu Xia was not interested in who would win the project, so she told Song Chengyu to sit on the balcony.

She took out her cell phone and started playing with it, and the light in front of her eyes was suddenly blocked by someone.

Zhu Xia raised her head and saw Pei Jue holding a wine glass under the light. He was looking at her with a gentle smile.

"Why don't you go in?"

"Didn't you see? You were playing with your phone." Zhu Xia's tone was neutral, neither good nor bad.

"I thought you didn't want to know who Mr. Song decided to give the East City project to." Pei Jue's lips curled up in an ambiguous arc, and he spoke in a gentle and polite voice, "It seems that I misunderstood."

"Not going to flatter Mr. Song?" Zhu Xia said casually.

"With absolute strength comes absolute freedom. Flattery is nothing but a fig leaf for incompetence," said Pei Jue.

Zhu Xia's eyes moved over him for a moment, and she understood what was going on. She raised her fingertips and said, "Please move aside. You are blocking my light."

Pei Jue immediately turned sideways like a gentleman, and the colorful lights fell on the girl's shoulders, forming a faint phantom.

"If you have anything to say, I suggest you talk to Mr. Song directly. I am insignificant in his eyes, so it won't work if you try to study him from my side." Zhu Xia spoke slowly.

Hearing this, Pei Jue's eyebrows jumped like a startled bird. He didn't expect that she could see through his intentions without making a sound.

But, insignificant...that's hard to say.

Zhu Xia leaned sideways, and his gaze suddenly froze.

Not far away, Shang Xun, with three buttons of his shirt open, leaned forward and looked straight at the girl in the white dress in front of him.

The dissolute and romantic Young Master Shang was particularly good at making young girls blush.

Sure enough, Zhou Mo's ears suddenly turned red because of what he whispered.

Why are Shang Xun and Zhou Mo here too?

Zhu Xia frowned barely perceptibly.

She was about to look away when Shang Xun suddenly looked over at her, narrowed his peach blossom eyes, and smiled wickedly.

"Hey, isn't this Sumer?"