Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Chapter 161 The elusive one

Zhou Mo didn't expect Zhu Xia to say that, and looked at her in shock. After a while, she said hesitantly, "In the end, you still rely on the power of the Song family."

"Otherwise, how dare you hit Mr. Shang with a bottle in London?"

"In this world, it's not enough to just have ability. If you don't have a background and offend Mr. Shang, I'm afraid you won't be able to survive."

It was incredible to some people that Zhu Xia was still intact after hitting Shang Xun.

"When I smashed Shang Xun, he didn't know that I had a relationship with the Song family." Zhu Xia drank the wine slowly, "If you are more desperate than Shang Xun and have nothing to lose, he will let you go."

If you use it well, going all in is called courage; if you use it poorly, it is called recklessness and stupidity.

Zhu Xia is sober and rational when she is in power. She does not think too highly of her class, nor does she depend on it.

People in low positions and those in high positions are all human beings, and as human beings, they have weaknesses.

The reason why people are not suitable to get along with each other is mostly because of different values ​​and inability to communicate.

Class differences, to a certain extent, determine differences in vision and cognition.

But it is not absolute.

Zhu Xia's eyes slowly fell on Zhou Mo's face, and he said calmly: "The Song family and I have been able to live in peace for twenty years, so there should be no problem with the He family."

"Impossible! The Song family feels guilty towards you, but the He family does not!" Zhou Mo retorted subconsciously.

"Are you talking about your father?" Zhu Xia's eyes flashed with a sharpness, "It was your father who was responsible for the shoddy construction project. It was your father who was responsible for the seven lives lost. What does it have to do with the Song family?"

"You're talking nonsense! My father he...he..." A bolt of lightning flashed through Zhou Mo's mind and she came back to her senses instantly. Zhu Xia was trying to trick her!

"What happened to your father? Why don't you continue talking?" Zhu Xia's words were light, but his aura was compelling.

Zhou Mo suddenly felt difficulty breathing and her heart started beating wildly. She looked at Zhu Xia in disbelief.

The construction project my father was in charge of was put into use after acceptance, but not long after, a building collapse occurred, killing 7 lives.

If Zhu Xia had not been held tightly in her mother's arms, she would have lost her life in the disaster.

Zhou Mo is not a girl who cannot tell right from wrong. She knows that her father did something wrong and killed many innocent people.

But she also hated Zhu Xia. If it weren't for Zhu Xia, her father wouldn't have gone to jail and her family wouldn't have gone bankrupt.

People's feelings towards each other are complicated.

After a long moment, Zhou Mo smiled again and said, "My father is fine. Thank you for your concern."

Zhu Xia frowned.

"I wish you and Mr. Song a happy marriage and a son soon." Zhou Mo said, and then turned and left. The hem of her skirt fluttered like the swaying reeds, very light and ethereal.

Zhu Xia watched her figure disappear from his sight, then lowered his head and made a phone call.

"How about it?"

"He's very tight-lipped." The other end said in distress.

"Zhou Mo is a breakthrough point." Zhu Xia lowered his eyes and stared at a drooping plum blossom. "Start from this aspect."

"Zhou Mo? Does she know?"

"Some of it, but not much."

"Okay, wait for my news. You promised me..."

"Remember. Next year's north city project." Zhu Xia said.

"I'll lend you my blessing." Pei Juewen said with a smile.

She doesn’t know the internal secrets of the Chengbei project, but she can act as a matchmaker.

Zhu Xia prefers cooperation to threats, mutual benefit and win-win situation.

……

Zhu Xia was too lazy to socialize, so she walked along the corridor, trying to find a public relations specialist to get the room card so she could go to the guest room and rest for a while.

She lowered her head to fiddle with her phone, and suddenly a message popped up on the screen.

It was He Lianzhou who sent her the location.

Zhu Xia clicked on it without knowing what was going on. After seeing it clearly, her pupils shrank.

The location was her hotel.

She called him immediately.

"He Lianzhou, you..." Zhu Xia said softly.

"The party is over?" The man's voice was steady, and it seemed to echo in the quiet corridor.

"Not yet." Zhu Xia continued walking forward while talking on the phone.

Before she could finish her words, she bumped into a dark shadow when she turned the corner. She leaned back to avoid it, but a big hand grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him.

The man lowered his head, buried it deep in her neck, and slid his right hand to her waist, while his left hand was still holding the phone and talking:

"When will it end."

The real voice in reality matched the voice coming from the receiver perfectly. Zhu Xia's throat suddenly became dry. She took his weight and spoke a little: "Why are you here?"

He always appears out of nowhere and she is not prepared at all.

"If I want to see you, I'll come," he said.

There was still frost and snow on the man's clothes, and the coldness spread, and Zhu Xia couldn't help but shiver.

"Did you just get off the plane?"

He Lianzhou hummed, turned his head to the side, and pressed his cheek against her soft face, greedily absorbing her warmth and breath.

Zhu Xia felt a chill on his face and immediately clenched the phone in his hand.

"You're covered in snow and dust."

His face still pressed against hers, he asked, "Should we go now or wait a while?"

“Is there any difference between leaving now and leaving later?”

"Let's go together if we go now; if we go later, I'll carry you away." The man kissed the tip of her nose, his thin lips were also cold.

Zhu Xia looked at him and said, "Then wait a moment."

Hearing this, He Lianzhou's dark eyes suddenly darkened and he stared at her straightly. His eyes were too aggressive, as if he was considering how to swallow her in one gulp.

Zhu Xia took the opportunity to push him away, reached out and grabbed his fingers, and asked as she walked out:

"Is your car at the door or in the parking lot? Is it Uncle Cai who's driving? Why are you wearing so little? Aren't you afraid of the cold..."

The car stopped outside the revolving door of the hotel. Heavy snow was still falling in the night. The evening breeze mixed with snowflakes and it was so cold that I shivered.

The waiter handed Zhu Xia's coat and scarf to He Lianzhou, who took it with his long arms, asked her to stretch out her hands to put on the woolen coat, and then wrapped the scarf around her.

"Are you really not cold?" Zhu Xia was wrapped tightly, as if she was curled up in a warm bubble. She looked at the two thin clothes on his body, with only a dark windbreaker over his shirt.

"Yeah." He Lianzhou held a black umbrella in one hand and put his other arm around her shoulders, holding her in his arms and walking towards the car.

Zhu Xia grabbed his hand on her shoulder and asked, "I haven't told Grandpa about breaking off the engagement yet. Do you blame me for delaying?"

The sound of snowflakes hitting the umbrella could not be heard on the second floor, but the scene was clearly visible.

She looked up at him from his arms, her movements intimate and her expression relaxed, without the slightest bit of disgust or displeasure, just like a girl in love.

Song Chengyu's cold eyes were filled with hostility as he stared at the two figures hugging each other in front of the hotel. Although the sky was full of snow and fog, one could tell at a glance that they cherished each other.

The car went farther and farther away and finally disappeared in the snowy night in Beijing.

Song Chengyu has always been cold and arrogant, but at this moment his eyes were slightly red.

It turns out that he was the only one who was abandoned from beginning to end.