Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Pei Jue's attention was originally on Zhu Xia. When he heard the voice, he slowly followed Zhu Xia's gaze.

"What a fate, we can meet like this." Shang Xun looked at Zhu Xia with a frivolous look in his eyes and a hint of interest on his thin lips. Then, his sight lightly fell on Pei Jue, "Boss Pei, long time no see."

"Mr. Shang." Pei Jue said politely. He was surprised that Zhu Xia actually knew the prince of the merchant family in Australia City?

Does Song Chengyu know about this?

It shouldn't be a big deal if I know... After all, he has started to take Zhu Xia out to play. He won't strictly control the people around her like he did when they were little.

"Mr. Pei. Zhu Xia, we meet again." Zhou Mo's lips were curved like a drop of honey, pure and lovely, easily attracting people's love.

Before the Zhou family went bankrupt, Pei Jue and Zhou Mo often met in the bureau. They were not familiar with each other but not strangers. He nodded to her and said, "Miss Zhou."

Zhu Xia looked at them calmly as they exchanged greetings. In the end, she just nodded to Zhou Mo.

Shang Xun touched his back teeth with the tip of his tongue and said jokingly, "I haven't seen you for ten days, and Sumer's temper has become colder and colder."

"It's not as passionate as Master Shang." Zhu Xia's voice was flat.

Pei Jue looked at Zhu Xia and Shang Xun calmly and found that the relationship between the two of them seemed not to be very good, and there was an undercurrent of coldness in the air.

"Where is Mr. Song?" At this time, Zhou Mo looked around and didn't find anyone, so she suddenly asked.

"Mr. Song has been temporarily pulled away to discuss a project." Pei Jue said.

Shang Xun asked: "Chengdong Project?"

Pei Jue smiled: "It's a popular commodity, everyone wants to get it."

Shang Xun knew very well who the Sijiu City belonged to. He came here today for two reasons: one was to have some fun, and the other was a little curious about Song Chengyu... What kind of man looked like the one who defeated his arch-enemy You Feng.

The box was very large, comparable to a hotel lobby. At this moment, the box was ablaze with light, and three or two figures were moving around, with the sound of conversation and laughter continuing.

The waiter came over with a tray of wine. Shang Xun gave a glass to Zhou Mo, Pei Jue gave a glass to Zhu Xia, and they each took a glass.

Zhu Xia shook the champagne and listened to the three of them exchanging polite words. Occasionally, when they mentioned her, she would just respond with a lack of interest.

At this time, there were some noises in the air, and the entrance of the club suddenly became much busier.

Zhou Mo looked over and saw that it was Song Chengyu who came in. He was wearing a dark grey high-end suit and his tie was tied meticulously. He had a handsome appearance and outstanding temperament, and was truly a noble young man in the Beijing circle.

But she had seen his methods... He didn't treat people as human beings, especially when it came to Zhu Xia, he was completely a mad beast.

When he was in junior high school, some classmates bullied Zhu Xia because he had no father or mother. Song Chengyu beat them up behind his back mercilessly, no matter whether they were boys or girls... At the very least, they suffered minor injuries, and at the worst, their families were implicated.

At that time, the girls secretly envied Zhu Xia, saying that she was an orphan who had done well, not only did she get into the Song family, but she also had Song Chengyu as her guardian knight. Some people supported the two of them as a couple, some were jealous of Zhu Xia's good fortune, and some secretly approached Zhu Xia in order to get close to Song Chengyu.

Zhou Mo saw someone coming forward to greet her. Song Chengyu said a few words indifferently and then walked straight over.

"Xia Xia, you must have waited for a long time." Young Master Song said to his childhood sweetheart with a gentle voice and a kind of indulgence.

Pei Jue and Zhou Mo were used to it, only Shang Xun raised his eyebrows with interest.

"Fortunately, the three of them might be looking for you." Zhu Xia signaled to the three people present with his eyes.

"Mr. Song, it's been a while." Shang Xun had a smile on his lips. The extremely wealthy second-generation gangster restrained his debauchery and turned into a dignified gentleman.

"It's Mr. Shang." Song Chengyu's eyes were cold and arrogant, his tone was steady, and he extended his hand to shake hands in return.

"Did Mr. Song spend a huge sum of money to purchase a French winery as a gift for Miss Zhu?" Shang Xun glanced at Zhu Xia and asked.

A hint of deep meaning flashed in Song Chengyu's eyes, and he took a small step forward to Zhu Xia, separating Zhu Xia and Shang Xun.

"Mr. Shang, you should think about taking over other wineries to please the girl next to you. Otherwise, it will be embarrassing if someone else gets there first next time."

Song Chengyu's words were obviously mocking the Shang prince for being a loser with nothing but money. Otherwise, why couldn't he take over the winery?

Zhou Mo was suddenly surprised.

She knew that Song Chengyu defended Zhu Xia, but she didn't expect it to reach this point. Just when another man mentioned Zhu Xia in a slightly frivolous tone, Song Chengyu attacked her secretly with displeasure.

Pei Jue glanced at Zhu Xia, who turned a deaf ear to him and drank champagne leisurely.

"Mr. Song is right, but if the owner of the winery is a beauty like Miss Zhu, I will be happy to give her up." Shang Xun was not willing to be outdone. When he mentioned Miss Zhu, he glanced at Zhu Xia, his eyes filled with vague ambiguity.

However, this time, before Song Chengyu could speak, Zhu Xia took the lead and said slowly: "Master Shang is really smooth-talking. The oil from Daqing Oilfield has to call you ancestor."

The two men were competing secretly, but she put it directly on the table.

The smile on Shang Xun's face froze for a moment, while Zhou Mo glared at Zhu Xia with her charming eyes, silently condemning you for being too polite, how could you say that to Mr. Shang.

Pei Jue lowered his head to suppress the smile on his face, while Song Chengyu smiled unceremoniously.

"Xia Xia knows Mr. Shang?"

"I had a grudge against Young Master Shang in England before." Zhu Xia said lightly.

If there is hatred, then it is not an ambiguous relationship.

Song Chengyu's mood brightened immediately, and he curled his lips slightly: "Don't mind, Mr. Shang, Xia Xia has been spoiled by me since she was a child, and she speaks directly."

"How could that be? Sumer and I are friends." Although Shang Xun's lips were curved, there was a hint of arrogance that indicated he was about to turn hostile at any time.

Zhu Xia did not comment.

Many people came over to greet Song Chengyu, and occasionally a few people who knew Shang Xun also greeted him. Zhu Xia drank all the champagne, and the waiter came forward to ask if she wanted another glass. She declined and put the glass on the wine tray.

Zhou Mo was chatting happily with other girls and asked Zhu Xia to join them, but Zhu Xia refused. There was a band performance in the lobby downstairs, and Zhu Xia wanted to go and see it. She looked at Song Chengyu who was surrounded by people and decided to send him a WeChat message. She left the box quietly and walked along the long and dark corridor, looking down at her phone, not noticing the man walking towards her.

Zhu Xia stopped and looked up only when the man blocked her way. Before she could see clearly, the man suddenly grabbed her hand and dragged her to a deserted corner.

Zhu Xia's heart didn't have time to react.

A long arm like a branding iron wrapped around her waist and pressed her against the wall. The man's tall and solid body came up and pressed her down, his strong thighs pressing against hers.

The familiar breath and the familiar sneakiness reduced Zhu Xia's confusion. She took a breath and asked tentatively: "He... He Lianzhou?"

The man uttered a vague "hmm".

Zhu Xia's heart suddenly relaxed.

The veins on the back of He Lianzhou's hand holding her waist were bulging, and the fierce force forced Zhu Xia to get close to him.

She quieted down.

From experience, getting too close is not suitable for struggling, otherwise it is easy to cause dangerous friction.

After a moment, Zhu Xia looked up at him. The man lowered his eyelids and stared at her. His eyes were deep and dark, hiding an unspeakable desire.

Zhu Xiaxin shrank uncontrollably, then turned her head away and didn't look at him.

The man chuckled imperceptibly, lowered his head and buried his face deep in her neck, his hot breath spraying on her skin.

"Why don't you reply to my message?" His low, magnetic voice was calm, yet it made people's hearts tremble for no reason.