Fog clears from Hong Kong Island

Chapter 59 Who can control your emotions?

Sang Yu agreed to the invitation.

Huo Qiting came to pick her up in person that night.

Sang Yu originally said that he could take a taxi there, but Huo Qiting insisted, saying that she was following Yang Liwen's order, so she could no longer shirk it.

After getting in the car, Huo Qiting asked again with concern: "Is your leg okay?"

"Well, it's okay." Sang Yu put on his seat belt, "Actually, it's quite convenient for me to take a taxi there myself. It would be too troublesome for you to make a special trip."

Huo Qiting smiled gently, "No trouble, I just have to go back after get off work, so drop by."

The hotel is not far from his home, about half an hour's drive.

Huo Qiting's father has not returned from a business trip abroad. Today there are only the three of them and the cooking aunt.

Yang Liwen was helping in the kitchen. When she heard a sound coming from the door, she immediately washed her hands and went out.

"Teacher Yang." Sang Yu stood at the door with a gift box in his hand.

"Come in, come in." Yang Liwen quickly brought her slippers, "Come here and buy anything. I just want to invite you to have a meal. After all, you don't come to Su City often, so it's rare."

Sang Yu raised the corners of his lips and said, "I didn't know what you liked, so I bought some bird's nests and fish maw."

She didn't quite understand, but she just heard from the shopping guide that your wife would eat these things to beautify her face, so you can never go wrong with giving gifts.

Yang Liwen took the gift box from her hand and said, "You can buy so many things just for a meal, why are you so polite?"

Sang Yu said while changing his shoes: "You have helped me so much, as you should."

There should be no lack of due etiquette.

"There's more." Huo Qiting raised the gift bag in his hand.

"That's a silk scarf. I think it should match you well."

Having noticed that Yang Liwen owns a LV coat, Sang Yu specially chose a silk scarf from the same brand.

Yang Liwen smiled brightly, "I believe your vision is just costing you money."

Sang Yu smiled, "No way, just a little care."

Yang Liwen took her to the living room, "There are fruits and snacks on the table. Please sit down for a while. There are two dishes that will be ready soon."

Sang Yu asked: "Is there anything I can do to help? I often help my mother at home."

"No, no, please sit down and rest for a while. Aren't you injured?"

"It's alright, it's okay."

"That doesn't make sense for guests to enter the kitchen." Yang Liwen turned to call Huo Qiting: "Ating, give Sang Yu a glass of water and chat with her for a while. I'll go to the kitchen to take a look."

"Okay." Huo Qiting washed his hands and went to the water dispenser to get a glass of warm water for Sang Yu. "The studio has had a lot of orders recently. Are you busy?"

Sang Yu took the water glass and thanked him, "I'm still busy right now."

Huo Qiting reminded: "Don't be too tired. If you are too busy, you can ask an assistant to help."

Sang Yu responded: "Okay."

Ten minutes later, Yang Liwen called them to eat.

There are eight or nine dishes on a table, a combination of meat and vegetables, full of color, flavor and flavor. Just looking at it will make you very appetizing.

Sang Yu washed his hands and took out a paper towel to dry them. "There are so many dishes, we can't finish them all."

"So you eat more." Yang Liwen pulled out the chair and sat down on her shoulders. "I don't know what you like to eat, but these are my aunt's specialty dishes. They taste pretty good. Try them."

Sang Yu smiled and said, "I'm not very picky about food."

In addition to not eating fish, because I had a fish bone stuck in my throat when I was a child, and then I stopped eating it.

Yang Liwen invited her aunt to eat together. Usually when her husband and son were on business trips, she would either go out to have dinner with friends, or eat with her aunt at home. "I just like to eat with more people, and I don't have any appetite to eat in a deserted place." , if only someone could eat with me like this every day."

Speaking of this, she had to bring up another topic. She looked sideways at Huo Qiting and asked, "When will you find a girlfriend to bring back?"

Huo Qiting smiled helplessly, "I haven't met the right one yet."

Yang Liwen scolded him, "You've been using this excuse for two years, can you change it to something fresh?"

Huo Qiting tried to change the subject, "Mom, isn't it wrong for you to urge me to get married in front of Sang Yu?"

Yang Liwen didn't accept this trick, "Everything here is ours." She continued: "Many of my old classmates and old friends are now grandparents. I don't even have a daughter-in-law. You won't let me I’ll never see you get married in this life, right?”

The corner of Huo Qiting's mouth twitched, "Mom, what are you talking about?"

The aunt also began to persuade: "Ating, my wife is doing this for your own good. Seeing that your career is developing so well now, it's time to consider starting a family."

Huo Qiting really didn't know what to say.

Sang Yu ate in silence and said casually: "This twice-cooked pork is particularly delicious. How is it made? I want to give it to my mother to try when I get home."

Yang Liwen was immediately diverted, "That's auntie's hometown dish, it's really delicious."

Auntie is also happy to share the recipe, "It's very simple. First, blanch the pork under cold water to remove the odor. Add some green onion, ginger and cooking wine to remove the fishy smell. Then cut the pork into thin slices and put it into the pot. Add an appropriate amount of Sichuan peppercorns. Cover and low heat. Cook until medium rare..."

We talked about this topic for a long time.

After dinner, Sang Yu rested for a while and then asked to leave.

Yang Liwen asked Huo Qiting to take her back to the hotel.

Sang Yu couldn't refuse, so he had to trouble Huo Qiting again.

In the car, Huo Qiting expressed his gratitude for what happened at the dinner table, "Sang Yu, thank you for helping me out, otherwise I would be talked about to death by my mother again."

Sang Yu's lips curved up, "It's actually good to have someone talk about me. My mother always likes to talk about me, but I know she will be reluctant to let me go if I get married."

"Auntie will definitely be reluctant to let you go if you are so well-behaved and sensible. But I am different. My mother usually dislikes me." Huo Qiting joked to himself.

Even if Yang Liwen lacks someone to eat with her, it's just an excuse to urge her to get married.

"Teacher Yang is just talking." Sang Yu opened the car window and let the evening breeze blow in. The soothing coolness blew through the tips of his hair, as if it could temporarily blow away the troubles.

The weather has been great these days. It's a little hot during the day, but the temperature is just right at night.

The vehicles are like sparkling lights, dotting the bustling streets.

When they were approaching the hotel, Huo Qiting remembered something and asked her: "When will you return to Hong Kong Island?"

Sang Yu rested his elbow on the car window, put his two fingers together to support his temples, and looked away from the window, "I'll go back in two days."

Huo Qiting glanced at her in the rearview mirror, "Are you free tomorrow night?"

Sang Yu: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Huo Qiting extended the invitation generously: "I want to attend a charity dinner and I need a female companion. Can you help me?" "Charity dinner?" Sang Yu hesitated, "But I have never attended it, and I have not prepared a dress... …”

"I can take you to the store for makeup in advance. You don't need to do anything. Just treat it as attending an ordinary event." Huo Qiting added: "I heard that the largest fabric supplier in the country is also invited. If you can It’s also good to get acquainted.”

"it is good."

Sang Yu agreed. At present, her exposure to new fabrics is limited, and she really needs to get to know some larger suppliers.

The choice of fabric is also a very important part of clothing design.

Arriving at the hotel door, Huo Qiting slowly stepped on the brakes, "Then I'll pick you up at four o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

Sang Yu unbuckled his seat belt, "Okay, I'm going to trouble you again."

Huo Qiting corrected: "I should be thanking you for agreeing to be my female companion."

Sang Yu knew that with his status, he would certainly not be short of female companions, so he said this out of politeness.

She opened the car door, with a slight smile on her lips, and said goodbye: "I'll go up first, goodbye."

"Well, see you tomorrow."

Sang Yu got out of the car, closed the door, waved before turning and entering the hotel.

In the seating area of ​​the hotel lobby, the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows provide a panoramic view of the outside scenery.

A middle-aged man in a suit with a beer belly asked for help from the dignified young master next to him, "Mr. Xi? When do you think the contract can be signed?"

Xi Jinbai's gaze fell outside the window, his eyes bottomless, holding a half-burned cigarette butt between his fingertips, his voice cold and without any fluctuation, "I will let my assistant contact you another day."

"But Mr. Xi..."

The words were interrupted by Cheng Xiang: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, our Mr. Xi still has something to do. We will discuss the contract in detail another day."

Xi Jinbai dusted off the cigarette ashes, put out the sparks in the ashtray, stood up and left.

Cheng Xiang quickly followed.

After getting in the car, the driver asked aloud: "Mr. Xi, are you going back to Xi's house?"

Xi Jinbai played with the lighter in his hand, his throat felt itchy, he lit another cigarette and said in a low voice: "Go to the club."

Cheng Xiang found that his addiction to smoking had become more and more serious recently, and something seemed wrong, but he couldn't figure out Mr. Xi's thoughts.

The Bentley merges into the steady flow of traffic.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Jinbi Club is bustling.

The lights are gathered, accompanied by the surround sound quality, the air is mixed with the strong smell of alcohol, and the atmosphere is charming.

Shen Yan was playing billiards with a beautiful woman and was surprised to see him coming, "Why are you free to come here today?"

Xi Jinbai strode to the pool table and said, "Play a round."

The smoke's voice is low and has a unique graininess.

Shen Yan let go of the beautiful woman in his arms, "Okay, I don't want any beautiful woman for you."

Several young masters nearby laughed.

The beauty stepped aside without disturbing her.

Xi Jinbai took the club, leaned forward, aimed at the target ball, and made a crisp impact sound. The white ball quickly rolled out and hit the ball accurately into the hole.

The angle and strength are both well controlled.

Shen Yan was slightly inferior, and the others were no match for him.

Xi Jinbai felt bored, dropped his cue, and took a cup of prepared cocktail from the table next to him to taste.

Shen Yan noticed something unusual and said, "You are in a bad mood today."

He said the affirmative.

Xi Jinbai didn't say a word, his eyes dim and unclear, and he raised his head and drank the remaining half of the glass of wine.

Shen Yan analyzed by himself: "First of all, exclude work reasons. With the current status of the Xi family, it is already at the top of the food chain. You can only be flattered by others. No one dares to make you unhappy, so it is a private matter."

He put the club on the ground, held the club head and shook it gently, "I'm very curious when I think about it, who can control your emotions?"

Xi Jinbai glanced at him sideways, "Do you want to drink? If not, let's go."

Shen Yan clicked his tongue, "We are brothers after all. If you have anything to say, just tell me. Maybe I can give you some advice."

These words aroused suspicion from others: "Mr. Shen, are you sure you can give Mr. Xi some advice?"

Shen Yan asked them not to interrupt and guessed: "Are you being urged to get married?"

Xi Jinbai remained silent.

Shen Yan understood this as acquiescence, put down the club, and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He didn't know what Xi Jinbai was thinking, "What do you think is wrong with the eldest daughter of the Ji family? She must be beautiful and talented. We are a good match for you, and I like you, so why don’t you want to get married?”

Xi Jinbai leaned on the edge of the table, looking out the window with mottled light and shadow.

He also wanted to know why.

Before the age of twenty-six, he had always had an indifferent attitude towards marriage. He could follow the family's arrangements step by step, take over the Xi family, and find a suitable partner to marry and have children when he was old enough.

Emotions are superfluous to him. What he wants to do is to be the cornerstone of the Xi family and bring the Xi family to a higher position.

It doesn't matter who you marry.

But now, he suddenly felt that if he was with Ji Mingzhu, it would be a giveaway.

And he has never been one to make do with himself.

If marriage is about making do, then he would rather not have it.
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Sang Yu woke up from a long sleep and stayed in the hotel room drawing design drafts without going anywhere.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Huo Qiting came to pick her up on time to go to a high-end dress store for makeup.

The clerk entertained her warmly and recommended many styles of evening dresses. Huo Qiting did not express his opinion and let Sang Yu make his own decision.

She finally chose a white one-shoulder knee-length skirt, revealing a pair of slender, straight legs. The entire skirt was decorated with feathers, soft and spread out, and the waist was close to the body line. It was decorated with fine glitter, and under the light Sparkling.

The makeup artist braided her into a side-parted fishbone braid, and left two locks of bangs on her temples to add a playful touch.

Her face shape is perfect and she doesn’t need any makeup. The focus of her entire makeup is on her eye makeup and lip makeup. Without makeup, she looks purer. With makeup on, she instantly transforms into a bright and delicate young lady.

Huo Qiting waited in the rest area for more than an hour, holding a magazine in his hand to pass the time, not even the slightest bit impatient.

The clerk thought they were a couple and couldn't help but say: "Beauty, your boyfriend is too patient."

(End of this chapter)