Fog clears from Hong Kong Island

Chapter 21 Brother, do you want to buy a bouquet of flowers for your beautiful sister?
Xi Jinbai did not answer the call.

The handsome French guy changed the subject knowingly.

Sang Yu had a great chat with the other two beautiful designers and exchanged some design ideas.

The handsome French guy went to the bar refrigerator and got a bottle of wine. He skillfully used a corkscrew to unscrew the cork and poured a glass for everyone present. Because he didn’t know if Sang Yu knew how to drink, he decided to speak English first out of gentlemanly etiquette. He asked: "Miss Sang, do you want to try it? This iced wine tastes very good."

Just when Sang Yu was about to refuse, Xi Jinbai spoke up first: "She can't drink."

The handsome French guy had dated many girlfriends, and he understood instantly, "I understand, I understand, it turns out Mr. Xi is very considerate of women. When I saw you being so ruthless when you rejected someone, I thought you didn't like women."

This statement made several other designers laugh.

Xi Jinbai glanced at him, "It seems that I need to reconsider the investment in your project."

The handsome French guy immediately begged for mercy, "Hey, don't, I was just joking."

Someone nearby was gloating, "You can only make Mr. Xi's jokes casually, hahaha."

The handsome French boy found his way to the exit, "What's the relationship between me and Ethan? What's the joke? He definitely won't care about me, right?"

Xi Jinbai said nothing.

A beautiful woman was also curious about the relationship between Sang Yu and Xi Jinbai, and asked Sang Yu quietly: "So you are really Mr. Xi's girlfriend?"

Sang Yu hesitated for a few seconds, not knowing how to answer this question. He could only say: "He is my boss."

The beauty also knew how to behave, so she stopped asking when she saw that she didn't want to talk, but she felt like a mirror in her heart. Sang Yu's words had no credibility. What kind of subordinates deserved to be brought out by the boss to meet his friends?

After Xi Jinbai finished talking about business, he took Sang Yu away.

After getting in the car, he asked casually: "How was the chat?"

"It's good. They're all very interesting."

It can be seen from their words and deeds that this group of people are well-educated. They know how to joke but also know how to be measured. They are not abrupt, advance and retreat in a measured manner, and they are very comfortable to get along with.

As the car passed the Champs Elysées, Sang Yu hesitated for a while, then asked: "Xi Jinbai, will you be busy soon?"

Xi Jinbai looked away from the Financial Daily, "What?"

"If you're free, can you go shopping with me? I'm a road addict..." Sang Yu paused, fearing that he would refuse, and quickly said: "If you don't have time, forget it, I..."

The words on his lips were interrupted by Xi Jinbai's voice: "Find a place to park."

"Okay, Mr. Xi." The driver looked at the road conditions, found a parking space and parked the car.

Sang Yu happily opened the door and got out of the car.

The Champs Elysées is divided into two sections: the east and west sections. The east section is dominated by natural scenery and is suitable for leisurely walks, while the west section is a high-end business district, gathering all kinds of international luxury brands from around the world, attracting many tourists.

The car was parked in the west section. There was a lot of traffic in the middle of the main road, and there were spacious pedestrian trails on both sides. It was very lively with people coming and going.

"What do you want to buy?" Xi Jinbai asked.

"I don't know either. Can we take a look first?"

Sang Yu didn't want to buy anything, he just wanted to walk with him alone. This was the first time they had been together for so long.

"Ah."

The two walked side by side along the street for a while. Even if they didn't speak, they seemed to be wrapped in a romantic atmosphere.

No wonder Paris is said to be a romantic city. There are antique street lamps, artistic newsstands, and historical theaters... all exuding a retro elegance.

As evening approaches, the colored lanterns hanging on the trees light up one after another, blending in with the sky.

A bicycle passed by Sang Yu quickly and got very close. Before she could react, Xi Jinbai grabbed her arm and pulled her aside, hitting her head on his chest.

The fabric of his coat was soft and it didn't hurt at all.

The distance was suddenly shortened, and Sang Yu held his breath. Xi Jinbai held her wrist and reminded: "Watch carefully."

Sang Yu said "Oh".

A little girl came over with a flower basket. Seeing them holding hands, she judged that they were boyfriend and girlfriend, so she walked up and asked, "Brother, do you want to buy a bouquet of flowers for your beautiful sister?"

The bouquets in the basket were extremely beautifully packaged and filled the girl's heart. It seemed that no girl could refuse them.

Sang Yu was also moved, and his heart was filled with a bit of expectation.

She has never received flowers from boys, and she is still a boy she likes.

Just as Xi Jinbai was about to speak, he was suddenly interrupted by a cell phone ringing. He took out his cell phone from his pocket and connected it.

There was a hint of disappointment in Sang Yu's eyes. He didn't want to waste the little girl's time, so he declined politely: "Thank you, no need."

The little girl showed a sweet smile and said, "It doesn't matter. I wish you happiness."

Finished talking and left.

Sang Yu stood aside waiting for Xi Jinbai to answer the phone.

Not sure what was said there, Xi Jinbai frowned, "Doesn't she have any friends around her?"

"Why should I call you if I have a friend? It's inevitable for a girl to be scared when she is injured in a foreign country and goes to the hospital. You happen to be there. You and Mingzhu have known each other since they were children. Isn't it right to do a favor?"

Xi Jinbai was silent for a moment, and the voice from the receiver came again: "Or you can just think of it as doing me a favor. Her mother and I are old classmates, can I just ignore it?"

"I see."

After hanging up the phone, he put away his phone and said to Sang Yu: "I have to go over there because I have something to do. If you want to go shopping, I'll ask the driver to come over and accompany you. He is very familiar with this place."

Sang Yu clenched his palms, his fingertips turning white, "Yeah."

His voice was slightly choked, covered up by the noisy sounds of the past.

Xi Jinbai turned and left.

Sang Yu stood there blankly, with a sore nose and tears shining in his eyes.

She heard Ji Mingzhu's name and he was going to find Ji Mingzhu.

At that moment, she really wanted to ask if she could not go, but she was not qualified to say that.

I don't know how long I stood there. My cheeks were flushed by the cold wind and my hands were frozen.

At night, this street becomes more lively, with pedestrians coming and going continuously.

She was the only one standing alone on the street, looking out of place.

The vibrating sound of her cell phone brought her back to her thoughts. It was Sang Fengping calling. Sang Yu suppressed all his emotions, fearing that she would sound unusually worried about him.

He slid the answer button stiffly with his fingertips, raised the phone and put it to his ear, "Mom, why aren't you sleeping so late?"

It should be twelve o'clock in the evening on Hong Kong Island.

Sang Fengping asked: "Are you still busy? I didn't disturb you, did I?"

"No, I'm done with my work. I can go back tomorrow." His tone was pretending to be relaxed.

"That's good." Sang Fengping paused for a moment, then said: "Yu Yu, happy birthday, it's just past twelve o'clock."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sang Yu's eyelashes trembled fiercely, his eyes felt sour, and he suppressed crying, "Thank you, Mom."

Sang Fengping sensed something was wrong and worried: "What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy at work?"

(End of this chapter)