Fog clears from Hong Kong Island

Chapter 66 I want to kiss you

The clothes in her store are not expensive, and the customized ones only cost a few thousand. The one-day promotion of the LED display in the city center is simply unbelievable.

It was hard for Sang Yu not to be moved, and he opened his lips, "Seriously?"

Xi Jinbai locked his eyes with her, his thin lips curled up slightly, "When did I lie to you?"

Meng Qing looked confused from the side.

Why does the magnetic field between Sangsang and Mr. Xi become more and more wrong? It doesn't look like the relationship between a former boss and a former subordinate at all, but more like... an old lover?

It's so ambiguous that it's almost hairy.

Can this be said?
Meng Qing hurriedly shook the things out of her head, it must be an illusion! I’ve been reading a lot of novels lately, and it’s become a reality.

Someone had to look after the store downstairs, so she told Sang Yu and went down first.

Sang Yu was not stupid, so there was no reason to refuse the offer to increase brand awareness for free.

I just designed a set of clothes for him, which is not something I have never done before.

Last year she gave him a blue shirt, which she made by herself, but it seemed that he had never worn it.

Peeling away from the thoughts of the past, Sang Yu asked businesslikely: "Mr. Xi, do you want to wear it for daily wear or for formal events?"

"Just a suit for everyday wear." Xi Jinbai looked at the decoration in her store. Little girls' ornaments could be seen everywhere, small and cute.

It can be seen that she really likes those mini objects.

Sang Yu picked up the notebook on the table and wrote it down, "Do you have any other requests?"

"No, just make your decision. I believe in your vision." Xi Jinbai walked up to her and asked, "Then am I your customer now?"

Sang Yu took half a step back, leaning his back against the desk, lowering his thick and curled eyelashes, and said "hmm".

Xi Jinbai raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a slightly casual tone, "Treat your customers like a blacklist?"

"..."

It turns out he was waiting for her here.

Sure enough, Xi Jinbai is Xi Jinbai.

Sang Yu was silent for a while, then touched the phone on the table and said, "Sorry, I'll let you out right now."

He used all the honorifics, which made it clear that he wanted to draw a clear line with him.

Xi Jinbai politely thanked her and watched her remove herself from the blacklist. He did not forget to remind her: "There is also a mobile phone number."

Sang Yu paused and followed suit.

Xi Jinbai looked at her, "I'm going to call you to inquire about the progress of the clothes. You won't answer the call, right?"

Sang Yu's lips tightened and he shook his head slowly.

Xi Jinbai asked rigorously: "Does shaking your head mean to answer or not to answer?"

Sang Yu: "If it's a serious matter, I'll take it."

It's not about business, so I just hang up.

"Okay." Xi Jinbai smiled briefly and murmured: "Why didn't I realize before that you are quite heartless, and you are still better behaved before."

His voice was so low that he seemed to be speaking to himself.

Sang Yu heard it and said, "It's easy to be bullied if you're too good."

He taught it.

"Yes, indeed." Xi Jinbai did not refute, but took the initiative to mention: "I will go back to Suzhou tomorrow and come see you next time."

Sang Yuxin said, you better not come to me.

There is no room for the giant Buddha Xi Jinbai here.

When we were together before, he would never take the initiative to tell her where he went. She was afraid that he would be annoyed, so she rarely took the initiative to ask, but now she is willing to tell her.

Sang Yu returned to his desk and sat down, preparing to draw a design draft. "If you have nothing to do, Mr. Xi can go ahead and do some work first."

Xi Jinbai narrowed his eyes slightly, "Is the eviction order issued so soon?"

Sang Yu remained silent.

"Don't you need to take measurements?"

The pen tip that landed on the manuscript paper paused for a moment.

Sang Yu knew Xi Jinbai's size by heart, but she obviously couldn't say that, so she had to put down the pen and take out the measuring tape from the drawer, "Sorry, I forgot."

After all, it is specially customized, which is different from ordinary models. It is most appropriate to make it according to the size.

Sang Yu approached him with a measuring tape, held his breath, and tried his best to ignore the familiar scent of pine on his body.

Xi Jinbai was very cooperative.

The girl's pleasant lily fragrance burst into her breath, sweet and elegant, just like her.

Sang Yu quickly measured the sleeve length, cuffs, shoulder width and trouser length, leaving her with the neckline and waist, which made her a little embarrassed.

He is 188 and she is only 166.

Sang Yu looked up at him, "I can't reach it."

Xi Jinbai raised his lips and smiled softly, then bent down.

In this way, the distance between them became much closer.

You can feel each other's breath.

Sang Yu concentrated, quickly averted his eyes, stood up on his tiptoes, and put a measuring tape around his neck.

The soft ruler is close to the neckline, and upward is the raised and slightly rolling Adam's apple.

His mind couldn't help but recall those countless nights, stroking and nibbling his Adam's apple.

The base of the ear feels faintly warm.

After measuring, she immediately let go, as if she was holding a hot potato.

Xi Jinbai spoke calmly: "What are you thinking about? Huh?"

"No." Sang Yu was afraid that he would see it, so he changed the subject, "You raised your hand, but you still haven't measured your waist."

Xi Jinbai raised his hand obediently.

Sang Yu hesitated for two seconds, then made a quick decision, put his arms around his waist, tightened the measuring tape in his hand, and pressed it against his slim waist. To outsiders, this posture looks like a young couple hugging each other.

Xi Jinbai's Adam's apple rolled and he suppressed the thoughts he shouldn't have at the moment.

He could be indifferent to other women no matter how exposed they were and flirting in front of him, but Sang Yu didn't have to do anything. As long as she was close to him, he would feel the urge.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice suddenly dropped a few degrees: "Don't get so close to me."

Sang Yu was stunned. She didn't want to get so close. "...Then how can I measure it?"

"I'd like to kiss you."

The warm voice fell into my ears, and my ears felt like they were burned.

Sang Yu was embarrassed and hurriedly let go of his hand and took two steps back, "Mr. Xi, please..."

Before Xi Jinbai finished saying the word "heavy", he apologized, "Sorry."

Sang Yu could only swallow back the words that reached his throat.

As the heir to a powerful family and the leader of the Xi family, he is not allowed to bow his head and apologize in front of outsiders, or even show a gentle attitude.

His show of weakness was exclusive to Sang Yu.
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Xi Jinbai kept his word. Three days later, the "Chu Jin" clothing advertisement was played for a whole day on an LED display screen of more than 100 square meters in the most crowded area in Suzhou City.

For this reason, it was also discussed and trending.

[Who is the founder of Chujin? So awesome? Just buy a whole day of advertising? 】

[I did some calculations. Based on the advertising price in that area, the advertising fee would be hundreds of millions! ! ! 】

[That shopping mall is owned by Xi's. Is there any connection? 】

[I discovered an interesting thing. Didn’t Sang Yu, the founder of Chujin, work as a designer at Aurelia? The person in charge of Xi’s company also happens to be the former CEO of Aurelia. 】

[That shouldn’t matter, it seems like there’s nothing you can do about it. 】

[Whatever, I didn’t know this brand before. Today I looked at the clothes and the styles are really eye-catching and the styles are varied. I’m going to place an order. 】

……

Tong Tong looked at the hot searches on the Internet and sighed: "Yu Yu, Xi Jinbai has spent a lot of money! Why do I feel that he is going to chase you?"

"Just do it on a whim. He will always give up if he doesn't get a response."

Sang Yu is very open-minded now. She doesn't think there is anything special about herself that Xi Jinbai will never forget, and she doesn't have the courage to experience the feeling of having and losing again.

The cell phone vibrates on the table.

It was right next to Tong Tong. She picked it up, looked at it, and handed it to Sang Yu, "Xi Jinbai, do you want to take it?"

"Yeah." Sang Yu pressed the answer button and put it to his ear.

A clear and magnetic voice came from the receiver: "Have you seen the LED?"

"I saw it, thanks."

There was a slight flipping sound of a lighter on the other end of the phone.

Habits are really scary things. Sang Yu almost wanted to remind him to smoke less, but when he realized that they had nothing to do with each other, there was no need for her to remind him.

Xi Jinbai took a sip from the cigarette. The smoke spread in the air, and his voice became hoarse, "Just a verbal thank you?"

Sang Yu asked: "Then what do you want?"

Xi Jinbai said bluntly: "I will go to Hong Kong Island next week and treat me to dinner."

Sang Yu refused without thinking, "I'm very busy recently and don't have time."

The credibility of this statement was so low that Xi Jinbai naturally didn't believe it, "You're so busy that you don't even have time to eat?"

Sang Yu also realized that when he said he was busy in front of him, it was really insignificant. He was in charge of such a large company and was so busy that he even calculated his rest time accurately.

But he feels quite free recently, otherwise why would he still have time to come see her?
“There will be a lot of orders in the near future, so I won’t have time to eat out.”

"Then wait until you finish your work." Xi Jinbai didn't give her a chance to refuse, "Remember to eat on time. I'll go to the meeting and hang up first."

The phone hangs up.

Sang Yu looked at the screen in a daze.

Tong Tong heard the general idea, "Invite you to dinner?"

"Yeah." Sang Yu put down the phone.

She was now not sure whether it was right to agree to design clothes for Xi Jinbai.

Cut constantly, the rationale is still chaotic.

Tong Tong put her chin in her hands and shook her head, "It's over, Xi Jinbai is going to launch an offensive against you."
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Ji family.

Ji Mingzhu was so angry when she saw the news on the Internet that she threw things in the room.

Bottles and jars of expensive skin care products on the dressing table shattered to pieces, making a mess.

Sioux City's largest shopping mall LED display screen, no matter how rich you are, you can't dominate the screen for a whole day unless you have permission from above.

Besides Xi Jinbai, who else has such rights? He actually did this for Sang Yu!

Ji Wanning passed by her room and heard the noise and quickly opened the door and came in, with a worried look on her face, "What's wrong? How did it happen like this? Did you hurt your hand?"

Ji Mingzhu's eyes were red, tears streaming down her face, and she complained aggrievedly: "Mom, what do you think about me that I am not as good as that woman? Why can't Xi Jinbai see the good in me? For her sake, he didn't even care about the friendship between our two families. Don’t even care about my reputation!”

Ji Wanning is someone who has been through the experience, so he knows that it is a matter of love and he can't do it, so he can only persuade: "I have done this for a man, Mingzhu, you are the daughter of the Ji family, there are many good men in the world, and there are many who like you. Why do you have to be so persistent?"

"But there is only one Xi Jinbai, and I like him. What can I do?" Ji Mingzhu cried harder, "Mom, can you help me? I just want Xi Jinbai..."

Ji Wanning wiped her tears distressedly, "Even if you marry him as you wish, if his heart is not with you, are you sure you will be happy?"

"How will you know if you don't try." Ji Mingzhu couldn't listen to anything else.

She has been stubborn since she was a child, and it is difficult to change her beliefs.

The video on the mobile phone's Weibo automatically played down, which happened to be Sang Yu's award-winning speech.

Ji Mingzhu was so irritated that she wanted to smash her phone, "Isn't she just good-looking and able to design a few clothes? With no education and family background, how could the Xi family agree to let her in like this!"

Ji Wanning took her phone and paused the video, her eyes lingering and her eyebrows raised.

She had never paid attention to news about the fashion design industry before. Today was the first time she saw Sang Yu's video. Why did she feel that her features looked familiar?

(End of this chapter)