Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Chapter 126 Look what he saw?

Zhu Xia was stunned.

She didn't move, just stared at the man who suddenly appeared.

He Lianzhou stood in front of Zhu Xia and looked at her.

People were walking from one end of the road to the other. Pedestrians around them were hurrying back and forth. When their eyes met, they seemed to be still.

The green light turned red, pedestrians dispersed, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

"Why are you here?" Zhu Xia looked up at him. Because she had drunk some wine, her cheeks were slightly flushed, making her look more lively than usual.

"Pick someone up." He Lianzhou spoke briefly and to the point, with no emotion in his voice, as if it was just an ordinary thing.

He has a special identity, and it is definitely inappropriate for him to appear in the crowd openly. Zhu Xiasuo patrolled the surroundings. His entourage and bodyguards were very professional. She couldn't find them, but they were definitely nearby.

Zhu Xia looked back at him and said in a serious tone, "To pick someone up. Are you the family member who is here to pick up the patient from the hospital?"

"Doctor Zhu." He Lianzhou lowered his eyelashes and looked at her. "My last name is He. I'm here to take our Lailai home."

The summer solstice does not mean that summer has arrived, but that half of summer has passed and it is the starting point of midsummer.

Midsummer is here, so she has a childhood name that no one knows about, Lailai. After she turned seven, no one called her that anymore.

His tone was serious.

Zhu Xia felt a little uncomfortable, his eyes wandering: "Don't call me that."

He Lianzhou held her hand and was about to take her away. Zhu Xia struggled and said, "I'll take the subway."

"Okay." He took her hand and walked into the subway.

"Do you want to accompany me on the subway?" Zhu Xia asked.

He Lianzhou looked at her.

"Is your family bankrupt?"

"Don't worry." He smiled, "I still have money for you to buy the subway."

“Who wants the subway?”

The subway was crowded, and Zhu Xia noticed that many people turned around to look at her. She looked at the man who looked unattainable and noble, then lowered her head and took out the mask she carried with her from her bag.

Zhu Xia asked He Lianzhou to let go of his hand first, walked towards the stairs, asked him to turn around, and put the mask on his face with deft fingers.

Although his expensive clothes, watch and imposing temperament were still very conspicuous, covering his face always made people feel more at ease.

"Okay, let's go." Zhu Xia jumped down with satisfaction.

There is no security check at the MTR, and they are about to enter the gate. Zhu Xia suddenly realized a problem: Mr. He must have never taken the subway.

As expected, He Lianzhou bent his neck, approached her and said, "Go buy the tickets first."

Zhu Xia couldn't help laughing and handed him the Octopus card. "I'll scan the QR code for the ride."

He Lianzhou held her hand with one hand and held her transportation card with the other, which was the Mandarin Oriental 60th anniversary commemorative edition Octopus.

"The moon gave it to me on my first day in Hong Kong," Zhu Xia said. "The moon is Lin Jiayue."

At the gate, he temporarily let go of her and let her go in first.

Zhu Xia looked back and saw the men passing through the turnstile with the leisurely and calmness of a superior, which was pleasing to the eye and inexplicably funny.

The subway has become more prosperous because of him.

"Did your bodyguards also enter the subway?" Zhu Xia asked curiously.

He Lianzhou nodded and pointed her in several directions.

Zhu Xiaxun went over. They were scattered in the carriage, dressed simply and low-key, and on the surface they looked like ordinary people.

This scene seems like a spy movie.

The corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

The population of Hong Kong City is dense, and the subway is also crowded. Zhu Xia leaned against the door, and He Lianzhou stood in front of her. His tall and thin figure completely enveloped her, isolating her from the other people in the car. Zhu Xia looked up at his hand casually resting on the beam, and her sight shifted... This man's extremely superior stature was so obvious in the subway.

The subway was moving forward, with passengers looking down at their phones, wearing headphones, or closing their eyes to rest. It was dark outside the windows on both sides of the carriage.

Zhu Xia heard the sound of the wind as the subway moved along the track. She looked down at other people's shoes and noticed that he had moved closer. Her breath was instantly filled with his cool and clear scent.

This wasn't the first time he had accompanied her on the subway.

He had taken the subway with her several times while in London.

Sometimes, she thought that his relationship with her was almost like the saying goes, there's no such thing as hardship.

Zhu Xialan was leaning against the car wall, her eyes lowered in thought, when suddenly a slight weight pressed down on her head - it was his chin resting on her head.

She batted her eyelashes and didn't move.

The car door opened and closed, and opened and closed again.

There was a lot of noise around them. He Lianzhou tilted his head, leaned close to her ear, and whispered in a low voice, "Do you want to see Pean's oil paintings?"

The air conditioner in the car was slightly cold, but the man's breath was hot, spraying on the skin and causing a tingling sensation. Zhu Xia's neck felt slightly numb, but he didn't move at all and asked, "Is it the painting you lied about?"

Putting pressure on Pean to buy the painting on the pretext that they were newly married was just a lie.

"Almost." There was a hint of laughter in his voice.

Without waiting for Zhu Xia to answer, the car door opened and he pulled her out.

When I exited the subway station, the Koenigsegg was already parked on the side of the road.

Uncle Cai got out of the car and said respectfully, "Master, Doctor Zhu."

"Uncle Cai." Zhu Xia greeted politely. Looking at the ready-made car, she reasonably suspected that He Lianzhou had anticipated this and was waiting for her to take the bait.

He Lianzhou personally opened the car door for Zhu Xia and pushed him in.

strangeness.

The moment Zhu Xia sat in the back seat of the car, a dazzling dark light shot over and landed on her face, burning her so much that she subconsciously turned her head to look for it.

But across the narrow road were towering buildings, and in front of the buildings were several luxury cars with their windows closed.

Nothing unusual.

Zhu Xia turned around, raised her hand and touched her face, thinking that her nerves were just too sensitive during her period.

Little did people know that the silver-gray Bentley that was about to drive into the building suddenly braked and stayed there for a long time.

There was a figure sitting in the back seat, staring at her closely through the one-way glass.

The carriage was dim, but his eyes were unusually dark and cold. They could not be ignored, making people shudder and feel timid.

Exposed under the neon lights was a face that was both extremely familiar and extremely unfamiliar to him.

The same facial features, the same meticulous craftsmanship, and a simple outfit of trousers and shirt make her look as beautiful and dazzling as Qing Dynasty porcelain.

What is different is the color on her face. Her watery eyes are like dots of paint, flowing with fragmented light, and her calm face is filled with many subtle and vivid little expressions.

The whistles continued to sound.

Song Chengyu's breathing suddenly became tight, his forehead twitched twice, and the blood in his body flowed backwards, the blood rushed straight to the top of his head with coldness and cruelty. His chest was burning with unprecedented anger, making him want to destroy everything.

But he just maintained his original posture, his eyes fixed on her every move.

Seeing her walking out of the subway with another man in his arms, he opened the back door for her and she got in. The man stood in front of the car and stared at her for a few seconds before closing the door.

Song Chengyu's cold eyes rolled up, and his hands casually placed on his knees clenched into fists, veins bulging, almost leaving the skin and bursting.

Look what he saw?