Fog clears from Hong Kong Island

Chapter 6: Sober and Sinking
Sang Yu pushed him away and sat up, then picked up the drawing beside him again, "Please help me take a look at it. If the talisman meets your requirements, tell me a little bit about it first?"

She gestured with her little finger.

Xi Jinbai realized that he had taken this shortcut.

He took it and looked at it carefully, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Sang Yu became nervous, "Can't you?"

"good."

"What do you mean it's okay? Does it mean it's forced? Then I'll repair again..."

Just as Sang Yu was about to reach out and take the drawing back, Xi Jinbai avoided him. He said, "It's okay. It means you've passed the test with me."

After all, he is not a fashion design major, but he has a certain understanding and control of fashion aesthetics. Thanks to his mother who has been at the top of the fashion industry all year round, he has cultivated the ability from childhood.

Sang Yu was dubious, "Really?"

Xi Jinbai put the drawing on the bedside table, "Do I need to lie to you?"

Sang Yu smiled sweetly, put her arms around his neck and kissed his chin.

Xi Jinbai clasped the back of her head, lowered his head and kissed her, his breath burning, "Kiss here."

Lips and teeth depend on each other, gradually becoming glued.

Sometimes strong, sometimes gentle.

Sang Yu couldn't help but touch his Adam's apple, resulting in a more violent and intense kiss.

She knew that she was sinking into sobriety.
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Sang Fengping stayed in the hospital for five days and finally couldn't stay any longer and strongly requested to be discharged.

Sang Yu agreed after asking the doctor's opinion. He took the morning off, went through the discharge procedures and took her home.

Not much stuff, just a small travel bag.

On the way back by taxi, Sang Fengping murmured: "I told you it would be fine a long time ago, why bother spending so much money in the hospital."

"Also, I told you that I can just go back by myself. You don't need to ask for leave to come here. It's so troublesome."

Sang Yu listened patiently, "Isn't that just in case? Nothing is as important as your body."

Sang Fengping poked her forehead helplessly, "You."

Sang Yu held her hand and changed the subject to talk about something else.

The road was clear and we soon reached home.

The streets in this area of ​​the old city are old. The walls on both sides of the alley are covered with cracks and there are traces of children scribbling on them. The buildings are lined up one after another, just like they were twenty years ago.

When I went upstairs, I happened to meet my next door neighbor Aunt Zhang and her daughter getting ready to go out.

Sang Yu called out: "Aunt Zhang."

"Hey, you just came back from the hospital? I also wanted to say that I would find time to go to the hospital to see you in the next two days." Aunt Zhang took Sang Fengping's hand and greeted her.

"There's nothing wrong with me. It's because my family, Yu Yu, is worried and insists on me staying in the hospital for a few more days."

"It's better to observe for a few more days."

Sang Fengping saw that she had specially dressed up and looked energetic, so she asked casually: "Where are you going? It seems there is a happy event?"

Aunt Zhang smiled from ear to ear, "I'm going to meet Qianqian's boyfriend. If nothing else happens, I'll get engaged by the end of the year."

Sang Fengping was surprised, "It's so fast, so congratulations."

"I just hope that my Qianqian will get married soon and have someone to take care of her. The husband's conditions are quite good in all aspects. He has become a director at a young age. I feel relieved if he settles down early." As she spoke, she suddenly changed the topic. Turning to Sang Yu, "By the way, does Sang Yu have a boyfriend?" Sang Fengping shook her head, "Not yet."

Aunt Zhang: "Sang Yu is so beautiful, so many people should be chasing her, right? Are you too picky? Being too picky is not good. In a few years, it won't be so easy to find."

Sang Yu didn't talk to each other and had different ideas and concepts, so there was no need to argue pointlessly, not to mention that Aunt Zhang was an insignificant person to her.

Sang Fengping explained for her: "She is busy with work and has no idea for the time being. Let nature take its course. Marriage cannot be promoted."

Aunt Zhang: "That's what I say, but women have to return to their families in the end. Get married early and feel at ease."

Sang Fengping smiled and said nothing.

Sun Qian, who had been standing by silently, reminded her: "Mom, let's leave quickly, otherwise it will be too late."

Aunt Zhang finally ended the topic, "Let's go now and talk to you next time."

"it is good."

After entering the house, Sang Yu put down the things in his hands and poured a glass of warm water for Sang Fengping, "Mom, you don't think so, do you?"

Sang Fengping sat down on the sofa, "My thoughts are not that feudal. Times are different now. Girls can live well by themselves. There are too many unreliable men now. Of course, it is best to be able to rely on yourself." Okay, but if you meet the right one, try everything, you hear me?"

Sang Yu nodded, "Yes, I understand."

Sang Fengping looked at her, her tone more serious than ever before: "Yu Yu, remember, you must love yourself first at all times."
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Return to the company to work in the afternoon.

Meng Qing moved her stool next to Sang Yu and whispered: "Sang Sang, it's a good thing you weren't here this morning. Ning Xiaoya is looking for trouble again. I really doubt that she has reached menopause early and she has such a bad temper."

Sang Yu tidied the table, "Is she giving you trouble?"

Meng Qing sighed helplessly, "No, she said that I didn't organize the information well. I have no conscience. Although I sometimes mess around, I still do my best in my work. She insists on finding faults in the eggs."

Just as Sang Yu was about to comfort her, someone suddenly knocked on the table and informed: "The design team will go to the conference room upstairs for a meeting."

"Let's go, let's have a meeting first." Sang Yu found a pen and meeting minutes from the drawer.

Meng Qing nodded her head resignedly and muttered: "It won't be some kind of criticism meeting, will it? Please help me finish today's class smoothly."

There are a total of five designers and five assistants in the design team. Usually the team holds meetings in the small conference hall on this floor. I don’t know why they are upstairs today.

When everyone arrived, Meng Qing took Sang Yu to sit at the back, diagonally opposite to Ning Xiaoya's seat, as far away as possible, as if hiding from the god of plague.

The design director didn't come for a long time, but instead waited for someone who couldn't possibly be here.

The tall figure walked into the conference hall, pulled out the chair on the main seat with one hand and took a seat. The black suit was ironed well and hugged the figure perfectly.

The people below were all dumbfounded. They stood up reflexively and said in unison: "Mr. Xi."

Xi Jinbai said calmly: "Sit down."

Sang Yu was also a little surprised, and looked at him briefly for a moment before quickly withdrawing.

The special assistant who was following Xi Jinbai handed over the information in his hand, "Mr. Xi, the design drafts of the early winter series are here. Please take a look."

Meng Qing couldn't close her mouth and covered her face with a folder, "I'll go, what day is today? Will the president hold a meeting for us in person?"

Sang Yu shook her head slightly, saying that she didn't know either.

Logically speaking, it was not his turn to hold such a small meeting in person.

Before Xi Jinbai made a sound, the others did not dare to say a word.

An invisible sense of oppression came over him. He was born to be the superior. He was one of the best in terms of ability and appearance.

(End of this chapter)