Fog clears from Hong Kong Island

Chapter 201 I love you very much
Sang Yu quickly closed the drawer, stood up and walked out.

The steps were hasty.

As soon as he opened the door, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

He was still holding his computer bag in his hand, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, "Why are you here in the study?"

Sang Yu didn't answer and ran straight into his arms.

Xi Jinbai was unprepared, but reacted quickly, stabilized his body, and hugged her waist, "What's wrong?"

Sensing something wasn't right with her.

Sang Yu lowered his eyes, his throat was slightly astringent, and he was immersed in his own world, calling his name in a low voice: "Xi Jinbai."

"Huh?" He lowered his head and came closer.

Sang Yu hugged his waist with one hand and raised his head in his arms. His eyes were bright and clear under the light, full of sincerity, "I don't think I have ever said that I love you very much."

These few words brushed past my ears and were deeply engraved in my heart.

Xi Jinbai tightened his arms, trying to rub her into her bones and blood, "You didn't say it, but I know."

Her love is hidden in the details.

No one would ever love him so simply and passionately.

In the eyes that looked at each other, there was a burning love that was connected to each other.

Sang Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly and she looked at him silently.

The outline of the facial features in front of him coincided with that of the cold young man many years ago.

At the age of fifteen, she never thought that one day she would get what she wanted and be firmly chosen and loved by him.

"Why did you suddenly tell me this?" Xi Jinbai kissed her forehead.

Sang Yu narrowed his eyes and grabbed his shirt with his right hand, "I just want to say, can't I?"

The corners of Xi Jinbai's mouth widened, "I didn't say no, I don't mind if you say it a few times a day."

It's impossible to say it several times. Sang Yu is too shy to say it again.

She let go and asked, "Are you done with your work?"

"Ah."

Xi Jinbai walked into the study, put his computer bag on the desk, turned off the light, and carried Sang Yu upstairs.

After taking a shower, let’s get straight to the point.

The wall lamp was dim and shrouded the bedside.

The sound of kissing was full of ambiguity.

Sang Yu's eyes were blurred, and the lights created double images.

I had just taken a shower, I was hot and sweaty, and the hair on my temples stuck to my cheeks.

She had no strength and lay flat on her back, asking for everything.

Fine kisses fell on the skin, and the hot breath evoked a subtle tingling sensation.

The minute hand passed twice silently.

The rising tide gradually subsided.

Xi Jinbai was about to evacuate, but Sang Yu hugged him and refused to let go.

He chuckled, his voice hoarse, with a hint of laziness, "Baby, you are very cooperative today."

Sang Yu looked at him with misty eyes, "When did I stop cooperating?"

Xi Jinbai rubbed her waist, "I mean, I'm very cooperative today."

Keep each other close and tender for a long time.

Sang Yu asked: "Why is my letter at your place?"

After saying this, Xi Jinbai's eyebrows flashed with surprise, "Did you see it?"

No wonder she was acting weird today.

"Yeah." Sang Yu explained, "I wanted to find a pen and rummaged through your drawer."

Xi Jinbai was silent and confessed to her: "Not long after you left, I went to the old city and happened to meet the postman who delivered the letter and signed for it for you." Sang Yu murmured: "I even forgot about this letter. letter."

A lot of things happened that year, and she had too much time to take care of herself, and she had no expectations for relationships.

If she hadn't accidentally discovered it today, she really wouldn't have remembered this happening.

Xi Jinbai actually had no intention of letting her know about the letter. He would not take the initiative to expose her childhood crush. It was her secret. If she didn't tell him, he wouldn't mention it either.

"I'm sorry. I apologize to you for the slow, bastard Xi Jinbai. It was me who hurt you."

Sang Yu shook his head gently, "No, you didn't do anything wrong, no need to apologize."

Their agreement from the beginning was not to talk about feelings. She broke the rule first, so how could she blame him?

He never treated her materially and helped her a lot at work.

Xi Jinbai tightened his grip on her waist and pressed her deeper, "It's my fault for making you sad."

Sang Yu shrank slightly, lay on top of him, and said with unsteady breath: "If I hadn't met you, I might not be able to be a designer or do what I like."

She will lose to reality, and there will be no need to dream.

Xi Jinbai corrected her, "You will succeed without me. No one can deny your hard work and talent."

She just needs an opportunity, and once she seizes it, she will climb up and let people see her shining points.

Sang Yu's heart was hot, filled with turbulent emotions, and his heartbeat became more violent.

Being recognized by others is the happiest thing for her.

Xi Jinbai touched her face and added: "But I'm still lucky that we can meet."

Thanks to her for taking that brave step and allowing them to intersect.

Sang Yu raised his head and asked him: "Do you really not remember that you once gave me a piece of clothing at the entrance of the cinema? And you can't recognize your own shirt?"

Xi Jinbai's tone was a little helpless, "You know I usually wear black and white. That shirt was chosen by Jiang Tang. Unless it looks good on me, I haven't looked at that shirt at all."

"But you look good in blue." Sang Yu agreed with Jiang Tang's aesthetics.

It has a very clean and refreshing feeling, with a youthful feel, which is stunning at first glance.

Xi Jinbai laughed, "Okay, then wear more blue from now on."

After talking for a while, he asked: "Are you sleepy? Take a shower and sleep?"

Sang Yu said yes.
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Hong Kong Island, Ji's house.

Ji Wanning and Qiao Minghui were sitting in the living room, listening to the bodyguard's report.

"Miss Ji was found to have mental problems and has been taken to the hospital."

Ji Wanning was stunned, "Do you have a mental problem?"

The bodyguard nodded, "Yes, I have read the inspection report."

"Are you sure there's no problem?" Ji Wanning was skeptical.

Too many things had happened, and she had to be more cautious and not give Ji Mingzhu another chance to hurt Sang Yu.

Bodyguard: "Public hospitals shouldn't be able to do fake things, and there are people at Mr. Xi's side keeping an eye on him. It's probably unlikely that Miss Ji will come out again."

Qiao Minghui said: "Just in case, we will continue to send people here to watch."

"Okay." The bodyguard remembered something again, "I was in the hospital during the day and heard Miss Ji clamoring that she wanted to see my wife and husband. Do you want to go and see them?"

Ji Wanning frowned and said coldly: "No."

The love between mother and daughter for so many years has long been exhausted, and now only hatred remains.

Ji Mingzhu has enjoyed a life that does not belong to her for more than 20 years, but she is still not satisfied, so she goes so far as to hurt Sang Yu repeatedly and frantically.

She is in this situation all because of her own fault. She can obviously live her own life peacefully. Even if she leaves the Ji family, she will not live a bad life.

The bodyguard retreats.

Ji Wanning leaned on the sofa with her head propped up, feeling dizzy and coughing badly.

Qiao Minghui poured her a glass of warm water and said worriedly: "Go to the hospital, it won't be better even if you take medicine."

Ji Wanning shook his head, his voice weak, "I've been dreaming about things for more than 20 years recently."

How great it would be if I could do it all over again.