Fierce Love: Dawn Mystery

Kowloon, Hong Kong.

In the Chinese-style teahouse, babbling Cantonese opera jokes are played, and Biluochun floats up and down in the hot water, bringing out the fragrance of the entire purple clay pot. The person sitting at the red sandalwood table picks up the teacup and sniffs it gently at the tip of his nose.

As if smelling the essence of tea, he smiled with satisfaction.

"Is there any movement in the Green Gang recently?"

The man who was sipping tea was wearing a light gray jacket, with a few glaring silver hairs on his sideburns, but his face showed no signs of vicissitudes, only a gloomy loneliness with a gentle smile, as mellow as tea.

The person behind replied respectfully: "Someone has already been sent over."

"Oh?" He took a sip of the tea, and the slightly hot tea rushed straight into his heart, refreshing his spirits.

"Do you want to arrange it?"

"It's okay, take your time, drink this tea first." He lifted the teapot and poured it three times in a row. The green tea was not dark, and it was still early. After all, the first tea was not as tasty as the last one.

Kim waved to the taxi on the side of the road, Mo Bei stood behind him with his pockets in his pockets, neither of them had any luggage.

Soon, a car stopped in front of them.

When getting into the car, Kim slammed the door loudly, causing the driver's back to tremble, and just about to have an attack, but saw that the two men in the back row seemed to have a bit of a bad face, so he had to give up.

"Hey, aren't you rich? Why don't you even have a villa here in Hong Kong, so you have to live in a hotel now." Kim spoke aggressively, with a rigid face, which seemed a bit vexatious no matter how you looked at it.

Mo Bei's complexion is not good. He has never lived in Hong Kong, so naturally he will not prepare any villas. Besides, this trip is a sudden trip. How can he arrange it so thoughtfully? But look at Kim's disgusted expression, it's obviously okay. Don't worry about it, why is he so upset.

So he had to take out his cell phone and call John.

"Help me buy a villa in the middle of the mountain." The tone was flat.

Kim, who was sitting on the side, couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth. Thinking about it, he felt unsatisfactory and began to push forward: "At least three floors above, bring me a swimming pool."

"If it's higher than the third floor, get a swimming pool."

"Don't look for a new house, I'm allergic to paint."

"The renovation took more than a year."

"I need a big floor-to-ceiling window in my room, and I need a few sports cars to go out. If you want to be hit, don't buy a Japanese car. The car will fall apart when it hits it. And I didn't bring my clothes. You ask Xiaoqiang to take care of it for me. Pick a few sets." Kim was very excited, and by the way, he made a gesture with his hand, and suddenly found that the veins on Mo Bei's forehead were throbbing.

"What?" Kim first showed a puzzled expression, and then immediately realized, "You can't remember, it's okay, I will tell Xiaoqiang myself."

Taking Mo Bei's mobile phone, Kim continued to instruct John on the other end of the phone: "Don't use dark curtains for me, do you want me to oversleep, idiot! The floor is not mahogany, and I can't even wear shoes I won’t step on it, and there’s a sofa”

The driver holding the steering wheel was even more anxious, peeking at them nervously through the rearview mirror. Kim was talking about it, and habitually pushed Mo Bei with his elbow. The other party immediately coughed a few times to signal the driver to concentrate on driving.

It wasn't until the entrance of the Wanchai Hotel that Kim put down the phone contentedly and threw it into Mo Bei's arms.

"Two rooms, hurry up." Kim reached for his ID card.

"Sorry, one room." Standard Hong Kong accent.

"What did you say?" Kim handed over his ID card, his natural language barrier ability is not diminished.

Mo Bei smiled and said, "I told him not to have a standard room."

The other party understood, smiled and nodded.

His keen intuition told him that this was a trap, but no one knew who the trap would be.

Taking the room card, Kim deliberately walked quickly. He didn't want to expose Mo Bei so quickly. Occasionally slow reactions often bring unexpected surprises, so he is trying to be less shrewd.

Mo Bei slowly followed this troubled child who wanted to catch him.

The tacit understanding that was deliberately ignored, the warmth that forced each other, and the incomparably sharp but strange blend of emotions, this is their relationship.