Fog clears from Hong Kong Island

Chapter 2 You have reached the age of falling in love
Sang Yu was making up the bed where he had slept. He paused when he heard this, and then pretended to be calm and replied: "No, why do you ask so suddenly?"

Sang Fengping sighed softly, "I just thought that you have reached the age of falling in love, so you should think more about yourself and don't have to hang around me every day."

Sang Yunu pursed his lips, "How can I hang around you every day and only go back once a week?"

Her home is in the old city and her company is in the CBD, so she can't go home usually and only goes back during holidays.

The company provides employee dormitories, but Sang Yu doesn't need them because Xi Jinbai has a duplex apartment of more than 300 square meters near the company, but he doesn't go back often and often travels on business.

After all, I haven't seen him for a week this time.

"Aunt Zhang's daughter next door is about the same age as you. She has had four boyfriends, but she doesn't have one." Sang Fengping muttered.

"I haven't met the right one." Sang Yu said with a smile: "Besides, falling in love is a waste of time. It's better to spend it on work. Work can give me a salary increase, but falling in love can't."

Sang Fengping said earnestly, "Then you have to find someone to take care of you in the future. Mom can't always stay with you."

With a body like hers, she might die at some point. If she didn't see her daughter find a good home before she died, she wouldn't feel at ease when she left.

Sang Yu hurriedly interrupted her random thoughts, "Mom, don't think so much. We'll talk about the future later. Don't worry, your only mission now is to take good care of your body."

Sang Fengping knew that she had a stubborn temper and said no more.

The nurse came quickly, and Sang Yu left first after explaining to her the precautions the doctor had said.

She felt more at ease with the person Xi Jinbai was looking for. Not only did he help her find a professional nurse, but he also asked the driver to take her back to rest.

Silver gray Bentley, with serial number plates, easy to identify.

Sang Yu walked straight over and opened the back seat door and got in the car.

The driver asked: "Miss Sang, can I take you back to Binjiang Garden?"

"I need to go home and get something first."

"Ok."
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After taking care of the hospital affairs, Sang Yu returned to the apartment and took a bath.

I didn't sleep well all night, and now I finally feel relaxed.

The bathtub has its own massage function and soothing essential oils, and the fatigue from the whole body is gradually washed away.

It is easy to fall asleep in an environment that is too comfortable. When she woke up, the water was cold, so she hurriedly got out of the bathtub, dried herself, put on a pair of pajamas and went to bed.

The familiar and pleasant scent of pine on the pillows and bedding is inexplicably soothing.

She didn't know how long she slept until she felt a heat source around her, her hot breath covering her skin, and her kisses falling continuously.

His body felt cold, followed by a more fiery touch.

Sang Yu opened her eyelids, and an impeccable face was reflected in her confused pupils. At that moment, she thought she was dreaming. She blinked her eyes to wake up and suppressed the surprise in her heart, "You're back? No." Did you say you’d be back in two days?”

"The matter has been settled in advance." Xi Jinbai grabbed her waist and pressed it against him, kissing her earlobes repeatedly, "How long have you been sleeping for?"

The voice is deep, low and hoarse, bewitching and seductive.

Sang Yu's body was trembling slightly, and his mind was running a little slowly, "I don't know, what time is it?"

His pajamas were unbuttoned by him.

I heard him say: "Five o'clock in the afternoon."

"Then I slept for so long?" Sang Yu herself was shocked. She went to bed around eleven o'clock in the morning. She originally just wanted to take a nap to catch up on her sleep, but she didn't expect to sleep for six hours.

"Just in time, I've had enough sleep and have enough energy to do other things."

Sang Yu's ears felt hot and he curled his fingertips.

Xi Jinbai struggled longer than usual today.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Sang Yu was carried out of the bathroom. Maybe he was too tired and couldn't even open his eyelids.

Xi Jinbai asked her to get up and eat, but she just wanted to sleep.

"You didn't eat at noon and you didn't eat at night. Do you want to become an immortal?"

Sang Yu nuzzled into his arms and murmured in a weak voice, "I'm sleepy and don't want to eat."

"It's up to you." Xi Jinbai didn't force her, but pulled the quilt to cover her tightly.

Sang Yu had a long, long dream, dreaming that he traveled through the time and space tunnel and returned to the time when he was fifteen years old.

I clearly remember that that day she wore a very simple solid-color T-shirt and a pair of white jeans, bought at a very cheap roadside stall. However, she was pretty and looked good in anything she wore. Her small and delicate facial features were particularly pure, and she frequently attracted passers-by. of attention.

In order to reduce the burden on her family, she would find part-time jobs during winter and summer vacations.

That day she was handing out flyers in front of the cinema, and a few arrogant and yellow-haired boys came to her and asked for QQ. She politely refused, saying she didn't have one.

This is the truth. She didn't have a mobile phone or computer at that time. How could she have QQ? To say the least, even if she had, she wouldn't give it to her.

Several boys refused to give up and asked her for her mobile phone number, but Sang Yu still said she didn't have it.

They didn't believe it and even mocked them: "Who doesn't have a mobile phone and QQ these days? If you don't want them, just say so."

These people seemed to be very difficult to deal with, and Sang Yu just wanted to avoid them, "I really don't have any, I still have to work, please give way."

After that, walk away.

Huang Mao, the leader, saw blood seeping from the back of Sang Yu's pants and said with disgust: "Tsk, that's filthy and sloppy."

Others laughed.

Sang Yu didn't know what they were laughing at, so he walked forward without looking back. One of them suddenly shouted: "Xilu Nu, your aunt has a leak of blood!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sang Yu suddenly realized something, his steps stopped and his face turned pale.

After all, she was just a fifteen-year-old girl. Being teased by so many people in public, she instantly felt extremely embarrassed, with tears in her eyes and red eyes.

Just as she was about to run away in shame and anger, a clear and indifferent voice suddenly came from behind her, with a cold metallic texture: "Why, you didn't take any physiology class in junior high school?"

The feeling of oppression that comes with it is very strong.

The ridicule stopped abruptly. Those boys were also bullies. Looking at his clothes, you could tell that he was either rich or noble. He might be a young master from a big family. He didn't want to get into trouble, so they ran away together.

Sang Yu turned around in embarrassment, and his eyes caught sight of a young man as noble as jade, with a clear face. The moment he looked into his deep brown eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

She had never seen anyone so good-looking.

The young man strode towards her, keeping just the right distance, and handed her the shirt and jacket on his arm, saying in a calm tone: "Get out of the way and find a place to deal with it."

Sang Yu hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took it, "Thank you, brother."

The roots of the ears turned crimson in invisible places.

The young man said nothing, it was of no importance to him.

The fabric of the shirt in his hand was soft and the texture was very good. Although Sang Yu didn't recognize the brand, he knew that this dress must be expensive.

So she took the initiative and asked: "Can you leave me your address and contact information, and I will go back, wash the clothes and return them to you."

The young man refused without mercy, "No, you can throw it away."

　PS: Xilunu means girl. I don’t know much about Cantonese. They all come from the Internet and may not be accurate. Don’t be too particular. If there are friends who understand Cantonese, we can also communicate in the comment area.

　　
　
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