Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Chapter 127 This is the Port

Zhu Xia was taken to the group headquarters by He Lianzhou and entered the top-floor office.

In Central, where every inch of land is valuable, his office is very large, European in style, clean and tidy, with art decorations hanging on the walls, each piece of which looks to be of great value.

Zhu Xia looked around quickly but didn't see the oil painting.

He Lianzhou stood beside her and waited until she turned her gaze back to him before taking a few steps forward, taking away the ceramic and pressing his fingerprint.

The secret door on the wall opened automatically. Zhu Xia's pupils slightly dilated, and he was quite puzzled.

"Do you usually live in the company?" She followed him inside, into a large bedroom. Although not as large as the villa in Repulse Bay, it was not to be underestimated. There was a bathroom, a wardrobe, a bookshelf, a wine cabinet... it was everything you could need.

"It depends."

It depends on the situation, which usually refers to overtime. Zhu Xia understood.

She turned around and looked at him, suspiciously asking, "You're not going to ask me to work overtime with you today, are you?"

"You won the bet." He Lianzhou raised the corners of his lips slightly, his voice lazy.

Zhu Xia: “…”

I don't want to win at all at this time.

He Lianzhou picked up the remote control on the mahogany table and pressed it. The curtains automatically moved to both sides, revealing a floor-to-ceiling window.

Zhu Xia heard the noise and looked over. What came into view was the sparkling sea surface of Victoria. Along the coast, there were huge skyscrapers that never stopped all night long. The vast sea and the steel forest complemented each other, weaving into a dazzling light.

The top floor of a tall building has a great view.

Zhu Xia was sighing silently, absorbed in the beautiful night view, when all the incandescent lights in the room suddenly lit up.

The darkness instantly turned into daylight.

She couldn't help but close her eyes and adjusted for a while. When she opened her eyes again, what she saw was a whole oil painting. The size of the painting was amazing.

Sunset, girl, and cute dog.

The girl, wearing a thin knitted sweater and a gray pleated skirt, was lying on the railing of the giant ship with her chin resting on the backs of her folded hands.

She was hunched over, her legs were long and white under her skirt, and a lazy white Samoyed dog lay at her feet.

The painting was exactly the same as the photo she had seen at Pean's place, and the oil painting was so lifelike that it looked like a print from a photograph.

She was looking at the painting and someone was looking at her.

The girl's eyes were like bright stars, shining with boundless brilliance, as if in amazement or praise.

"It's so lifelike. Bella's lazy posture is exactly the same as it." Zhu Xia walked forward and looked closely at the colors of the painting. "The colors used are almost the same."

"It's very different from the real person." He Lianzhou said in a calm voice.

No matter how realistic a painting is, it is just a painting and can never compare to a person.

"Does this painting have a name?" Zhu Xia turned to look at him and asked softly.

He Lianzhou also looked at her: "This is the port."

His gaze was a bit scorching. Zhu Xia pretended to be unaware and turned back to continue looking at the painting. She repeated in a low voice: "This is the port."

The painting was taken at the port. When Zhu Xia heard the name, she didn’t think too much about it. It was not until much later when she read a poem that she understood the hidden meaning behind the poem.

“This is the port.

I love you here. "

He Lianzhou looked at her for a while and said, "You can have fun here. I'll be in the office outside. Let's have dinner together when the midnight snack is ready."

I wish you all the best in summer.

She was tired from walking, so she sat on the small swivel sofa, admiring the oil paintings and slightly turning sideways to look at the bustling city night scene.

Comparing yourself to others is really annoying. If her office was like this, she probably wouldn't want to go home for even a second.

Zhu Xia took out her cell phone, stood in front of the French window, and took a few photos of the night scene. She might miss it in the future.

Just then, the cell phone rang.

The caller ID shows [Song Chengyu].

Zhu Xia stared at the screen for a few seconds before finally answering the call.

"Third brother."

"Where are you now?" Song Chengyu's voice seemed to be frozen, terrifyingly cold.

Zhu Xia did not answer him directly, but said: "I saw the message you sent. I haven't forgotten it."

The building collapsed eighteen years ago because the Zhou family cut corners, failed to meet quality standards, and bribed the inspectors, which led to the collapse of the building. However, the Zhou family used their power and connections to hide the truth.

They agreed that he could wait until the truth came out before getting married.

Now, the truth has long been revealed and the Zhou family has fallen.

"Then come back." Song Chengyu's words came into Zhu Xia's ears through the receiver, "The wedding will go smoothly."

……

In less than ten minutes, He Lianzhou came back.

The man was very tall, with broad shoulders. He stood at the door, blocking most of the way. The bright white light was like a thin mist carved on his deep and handsome face, making it impossible to look away.

"Come and have something to eat."

"Coming." Zhu Xia put away his phone and trotted over.

He Lianzhou asked her: "Do you like it here?"

In fact, his tone was calm, but it brought back countless memories for Zhu Xia, like a can that was suddenly overturned, with bubbles surging up.

“…It’s okay.” She answered as calmly as possible.

He Lianzhou unbuttoned two buttons of his dark shirt, and his protruding Adam's apple and vaguely visible collarbone added to his allure and sexiness in the night. He rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, and his forearms were strong and smooth, with unimaginable explosive power.

It seemed that every part of his body was strong and powerful... Zhu Xia's thoughts were drifting, and the two of them had already walked to a dining table. On the table were pizza, fruit desserts, two wine glasses, a bottle of red wine and a bottle of sweet wine.

Zhu Xia sat on a high stool, and He Lianzhou turned her chair around, so that their legs gently touched each other through the fabric. He asked her to stretch out her hands, folded her sleeves, and then put on gloves for her.

Zhu Xia was in a trance, and suddenly couldn't tell what year or month it was. She tilted her head and looked at the time on her phone before she came back to her senses.

Didn't travel back.

"I'll do it myself." Zhu Xia took the wine glass and bottle and added one third of the sweet wine to himself.

The pizza is lobster flavored, with a strong cheese flavor, a fluffy crust and a very chewy texture.

She didn't ask him why he bought the painting, nor did she ask why he hung it in the place where he spent the most time...which wasn't that long, he actually traveled quite frequently on business.

Zhu Xia put these questions behind her. She chewed and thought about the encounter with He Chuyin. She told He Chuyin that she had a fiancé. On the one hand, she didn't want to lie, and on the other hand, she was thinking that He Chuyin's casual telling of He Lianzhou was more deceptive than her saying it directly.

The greater the deception, the less likely it is to be forgiven.

She couldn't be cruel to him directly, so she could only be cruel to him indirectly. He Lianzhou was a very proud person at heart.

If you want something, you get it. It's only natural for him.

Zhu Xia was holding a piece of pizza in her hand and glanced at the man next to her. She vaguely felt that he knew something.

But his expression was calm, and she became uncertain again.