Fog clears from Hong Kong Island

Chapter 69 Let’s have dinner together tomorrow, okay?
The Xi family has an exclusive private flight, and the airline in Suzhou City is also owned by the Xi family, so the arrangements were quickly made.

There is internet on the plane, so meetings can go on as usual.

In the video, there are faces from various countries, and the meeting languages ​​are also mixed with four or five languages. Xi Jinbai only listens most of the time, and occasionally raises questions or gives opinions on certain problematic areas, no matter which language he speaks from Every word comes out with a low-pitched magnetism, switching easily without any sense of disobedience.

Two consecutive meetings have ended, and the plane is about to arrive in Hong Kong Island.

Xi Jinbai closed the computer, took off his glasses, raised his hand to pinch his brow bone, and felt a burst of pain in his temples.

Cheng Xiang noticed that he was ill, "Mr. Xi, would you like to ask a doctor to take a look at you?"

"No need."

When Xi Jinbai called Sang Yu again, he prompted the other party to turn off his phone.

The plane landed at 7:20 pm.

Sang Yu's phone still couldn't be reached, so Xi Jinbai asked someone to check her home address.

Cheng Xiang could no longer describe his feelings as shocked, so Mr. Xi rushed to Hong Kong Island to see Miss Sang? Is this still the same Mr. Xi who only cares about work and is indifferent to relationships?

Xi Jinbai didn't know if Sang Yu had gone home, and he didn't dare to go to her house to disturb her mother for fear of disturbing her.

So I waited downstairs for half an hour.

In autumn, the weather is cold at night, and the body is already uncomfortable, and the wind makes my head hurt even more.

I got addicted to cigarettes and couldn't help but smoke two cigarettes.

The nicotine in the lungs cannot drive away the boredom in my heart.

Under the shadow of the lamp, his tall figure looked slightly lonely.

At eight o'clock, a white SUV drove slowly and stopped at the intersection.

Xi Jinbai saw Sang Yu getting out of the car from a distance.

She hadn't taken a few steps when the man in the driver's seat suddenly caught up and talked to her for about seven or eight minutes.

Xi Jinbai had never felt that time had lasted so long, and he frowned tightly.

Although he couldn't hear what they talked about, he could guess some.

My heart seemed to be wrapped in messy threads, and my breathing was a little heavier.

Due to his upbringing, he did not interrupt their chat.

However, another extremely dazzling scene broke into her field of vision - Sang Yu took the initiative to step forward and hug the man in front of her.

The cigarette butt in his hand had burned down to the end. Xi Jinbai didn't notice, but his fingertips were burned by the ash.

The burning touch brought him back to his senses. The impulse and impetuosity in his body that he tried to control were about to burst out, and he took a big step forward.

It happened that Sang Yu left the other party's arms.

Only then did Xi Jinbai take back his steps.

When Sang Yu walked into the corridor, he reached out and took her hand without hesitation, eager to know if she had promised to someone else.

He never thought before that one day he would break his principles because of a girl, or even be defeated by her.

Perhaps he was attracted to Sang Yu from the first meeting, so he agreed to her abrupt request and kept her by his side.

She is like a budding, pure and flawless lily, very clean, so clean that she cannot bear to refuse.

I didn't think about falling in love at first, I just thought she was suitable, well-behaved and sensible, not noisy or noisy, and each of us got what we needed, so that we could get together easily even if we were separated in the future.

I never thought that the person who would be reluctant to let go would be him.

When they first separated, he only felt uncomfortable occasionally, and occasionally thought of her in the dead of night. He thought that time would make him forget her slowly, and he didn't want to admit that his proud self-control would be broken by anyone.

But the fact is that he did get emotionally involved because of Sang Yu time and time again.

Thinking of her, he was worried that she would get lost, so he made excuses to let Jiang Tang go back; when he learned that she was resigning, he was worried that she would be bullied, so he immediately found someone to find out what happened; she was sick and had a fever, so he postponed the online meeting and sent her to the hospital. ; When her studio opened, he walked around to the front of the store and passed by; thinking she was injured in a rear-end collision, he rushed to the hospital immediately...

I don't know when, Sang Yu has taken root in his heart.
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Xi Jinbai's fever reached 39 degrees Celsius. He didn't go to the hospital. He went back to the hotel where he was staying and asked the doctor to come over and give him water.

He was in good health and recovered slowly after taking a fever-reducing injection.

Mu Jingchuan heard that Zhao Bowen said that Xi Jinbai was sick, so he went to visit him.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Xi Jinbai sitting on the bed doing work, with the computer on his knees and his fingers tapping the keyboard non-stop.

Mu Jingchuan felt ashamed, "Brother, you are still working even though you are sick? Do you want to work so hard?"

Zhao Bowen shook his head, "I can't understand that the Xi family has so much money that they can't squander it all in ten lifetimes, and yet they still have so much money."

Xi Jinbai replied to the email indifferently before putting down the computer. His voice was still a little hoarse: "Do you have anything to do with me?"

Mu Jingchuan pulled up the chair next to the bed and sat down, "It's okay. I heard you were sick and I came to see you. I have never seen you sick in all the years I have known you."

"Slight cold." Xi Jinbai took the cup on the bedside table and drank some water to moisten his throat.

"I noticed that you have been coming to Hong Kong Island quite frequently recently. Is Xi's business planning to expand here?" Zhao Bowen thought for a while and then changed his words: "That's not right, even if you expand the business, you don't need to go there in person. ah."

Mu Jingchuan: "Participate in the event?"

Xi Jinbai said calmly: "Private matters."

Mu Jingchuan asked gossiping: "What private matter?"

Speaking of personal matters, Zhao Bowen had to guess: "It can't be about Ji Mingzhu, right? You offended someone last time, now you have figured it out?" "No." Xi Jinbai frowned, obviously hearing the name Just make him unhappy.

Mu Jingchuan still wanted to ask more questions, but his cell phone suddenly rang.

It was Tong Tong calling, saying that he had left his camera at his house and asked if he was at home.

Mu Jingchuan curled his lips in a good mood, "I'm not at home, you go get it yourself. You know the password? It's my birthday." After speaking, he took the initiative to explain his itinerary: "I will go to the company in the afternoon and have a social event in the evening. About eight Ends at nine.”

Tong Tong replied that he understood and hung up the phone.

Zhao Bowen looked at Mu Jingchuan with unclear meaning, "Are you in love?"

"correct."

"Who? Which daughter?"

Mu Jingchuan confessed: "It's not the daughter of any family, it's the girl who I rear-ended before."

Xi Jinbai remembered that he was Sang Yu's friend.

Zhao Bowen teased: "I think you are chasing others on purpose!"

Mu Jingchuan glanced at him and said, "Stop talking nonsense. I quarreled with her at first, but later I felt that she had a straightforward personality. She was completely different from the pretentious and princess-like young ladies around me. She was quite cute."

"How long have you known each other and you fell in love?" Zhao Bowen had goosebumps everywhere. "But why do you still have to report your itinerary when you are in love? Are you tired?"

Mu Jingchuan said matter-of-factly: "Of course I want her to know my itinerary. This is a way to enhance our relationship. Is it possible that I won't tell her where I go, and then I won't contact her if nothing happens? What kind of relationship is this? In the hearts of girls, three If we don’t contact you, we will break up by default, do you understand?”

Zhao Bowen shrugged, "I don't understand, because I don't have a partner. A confidante is not that troublesome."

Mu Jingchuan said in a disgusted tone, "So you are a scumbag, but I am not."

Zhao Bowen thought that he had to drag someone into trouble, "That's Mr. Xi too."

"Don't talk nonsense, my brother is not that kind of person." Mu Jingchuan subconsciously protected Xi Jinbai. In his heart, Xi Jinbai was an idol. He could do the best in everything since he was a child and was impeccable.

"Why am I talking nonsense? He also had a confidante before, a beauty hidden in a golden house. If he hadn't been sick that time and asked me to come over for an injection, I wouldn't have known about it."

"That's different from you, there's only one of him, how many have you changed?"

Zhao Bowen couldn't defeat him and didn't argue with him.

It's just a joke.

Xi Jinbai remained silent, his eyes as dark as ink, unable to detect any emotion.
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It's been two days since that night.

Sang Yu never took the initiative to ask about Xi Jinbai's situation.

He was the president of the Xi family and the heir to a wealthy family. When he was sick, someone would naturally take care of him. She had no position to care about his personal affairs, and she didn't want to cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

However, Sang Yu rushed out the design draft and sent it to Xi Jinbai for review. [I have drawn the first draft of the clothes. You can take a look at what else needs to be modified and I will make adjustments. 】

Xi Jinbai was probably busy, so he replied to her half an hour later: [No problem. 】

Sang Yu: [OK, then I will refine the pattern making and I will contact you when it is ready. 】

Xi Jinbai: [Yeah. 】

The topic should have ended here. As soon as Sang Yu put down his phone, it vibrated again.

Xi Jinbai: [I will go back to Su City the day after tomorrow. Let’s have dinner together tomorrow, okay? 】

Sang Yu looked at the phone hesitantly, thought for a long time, and finally agreed, [Okay. 】

It’s just a meal, and once you finish it, you’ll be cleared.
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The restaurant was booked by Xi Jinbai. It is a local specialty tea restaurant on the street from Chujin Studio.

The per capita consumption is not high and the reputation is also good.

At 11:50, Sang Yu came down from upstairs after finishing his work and told Meng Qing that he had an appointment with someone for lunch.

As soon as he left the store, he saw Xi Jinbai's car parked on the roadside.

Fortunately, it was not the eye-catching serial-numbered Bentley, but another silver Porsche that he rarely used.

Seeing her coming out, Xi Jinbai opened the door and got out of the car, walking over.

He was dressed casually today, which was very different from usual. In the past, he wore it for business or formal occasions. Today, he rarely wore a light blue washed shirt. The deep and steady aura on his body faded away, and he became more easy-going.

Sang Yu slowed down his steps and his eyes narrowed.

She was very familiar with this shirt. She learned how to make it herself. It had a diamond pattern composed of a small whale pattern. She also secretly sewed a lily print on the inside of the pocket. He... probably didn't notice it, right?

When I first saw that the clothes in his wardrobe were in single colors, either black or white, I couldn't help but think of the first time we met. He was wearing a blue shirt. Out of selfishness, I made one myself. Unfortunately, he never wore it. .

The figure in his pupils was getting closer and closer. Sang Yu came back to his senses and saw that Xi Jinbai's face looked much better than that night. The worries in his heart disappeared and he opened his mouth, "You..."

Xi Jinbai was the first to answer: "I'll pick you up."

Sang Yu: "It's so close, there's no need to pick it up."

It’s only a ten-minute walk, and it’s not good to be seen.

He said quietly: "On the way."

Sang Yu couldn't refuse, so he stopped being coy and followed him into the car.

(End of this chapter)