Fog clears from Hong Kong Island

Chapter 139 Let’s have a meal together, okay?
Sang Yu's jet lag hadn't completely reversed yet, and he felt sleepy in the afternoon. When he passed by a coffee shop, he bought a cup of coffee to take away to refresh himself.

Arriving at Qingya Pavilion twenty minutes early, she walked to the front desk and said hello, "Hello, I'm looking for Director Liang."

The staff greeted him with a smile, "Director Liang is in box 3 on the third floor. I'll ask someone to take you up."

Sang Yu didn't want to bother, "It's okay, I can just go up by myself."

"Ok."

She took the elevator to the third floor, holding an unfinished half cup of coffee in her hand.

The layout of the boxes upstairs was more complicated than she thought, and they were scattered. She went from box 7 to box 3, but no. 1 and 2 were missing. She thought she might be looking in the wrong direction, so she turned around and was about to return. When she turned the corner, the carpet was thick and soft, and she couldn't hear the footsteps when she stepped on it. She didn't notice the person coming from the opposite side, so she bumped into him.

I couldn't hold the coffee steady and immediately dropped it to the ground and spilled it all over the place.

Even the other party's shiny pair of handmade black leather shoes were not spared.

Sang Yu apologized before he even raised his head, "I'm sorry..."

There were three people on the opposite side. The two people behind him came forward in fear and asked: "Mr. Xi, are you okay?"

Sang Yu suddenly raised his eyes and met a pair of familiar, dark and deep eyes, and his reaction paused for a moment.

My heart felt like it had been electrocuted, burning and numbing.

As her thoughts wandered for a few seconds, she was wondering, was Su Cheng really so young? She had just met him when she arrived.

He didn't seem to have changed much, he was as calm and calm as ever, like a tall cedar in winter, cool and cold.

Time has left no trace on him.

"Is it hot?"

Xi Jinbai spoke first.

Sang Yu came back to his senses and shook his head gently.

The people behind him hurriedly handed Xi Jinbai a tissue for him to wipe.

"Mr. Xi, do you want to go to the bathroom and tidy up?"

Xi Jinbai took the tissue and said "hmm" without moving. He took Sang Yu's wrist and helped her clean the coffee stains on her hands.

The movements are gentle and slow, not affectionate.

There was a slight electric sensation where the skin came into contact.

Sang Yu was in a daze and forgot to break free.

Xi Jinbai watched her quietly. After wiping, he asked, "Which box are you looking for?"

The warm and magnetic sound brushed through the auricles, like a clear spring flowing through, soaking the eardrums.

Sang Yu was stunned for a few seconds and quickly withdrew his hand, "...01."

Xi Jinbai told her: "Go forward and turn left to go around."

Sang Yu followed his gaze and looked over. In front of her was a red wall with splash-ink landscape paintings. She subconsciously thought there was no road over there.

"Thank you."

After saying that, he looked down at the mess on the ground. The coffee was poured on the dark carpet. Although it was not obvious, the smell was very strong.

Xi Jinbai said: "Don't worry about it, someone will take care of it."

The two people in suits behind him were also human beings. They recovered from the shock and realized that the woman in front of them was unusual for Mr. Xi, so they quickly smoothed things over.

"It's a small problem. I'll call the waiter to handle it."

"This carpet is not clean to begin with. It should have been replaced a long time ago."

Xi Jinbai: "Shall I take you there?"

"No need." Sang Yu declined, glancing at his trouser legs, "Your pants and shoes..."

"I'll take care of it." He said calmly, not taking it to heart.

Sang Yu was afraid of delaying the business, so he stopped worrying, "Then I'll leave first." "Yes."

Xi Jinbai stood there for a moment longer. It wasn't until Sang Yu's figure disappeared from sight that he looked away and turned to the bathroom to clean up.

The remaining two bosses looked at each other and saw disbelief in each other's eyes.

Not only was Mr. Xi not married in his thirties, he did not even have an ambiguous relationship with a woman around him. Whether it was banquets, business activities or social occasions, he would either attend alone or with an assistant. Over time, there were rumors from the outside world that he was It's not that I don't like the opposite sex at all.

Otherwise, with his status, appearance and abilities, there would be no shortage of women at all.

There are many celebrities in the circle who want to climb the high branch of the Xi family, but they have no chance.

At a charity dinner the year before last, a daughter of the Qin family played a trick and pretended to go to the wrong lounge. She deliberately took off her clothes and was seen by Xi Jinbai. She tried to seduce him. She also contacted the media and wanted to take some ambiguous photos and send them to him to hold him accountable. Unexpectedly, he was completely indifferent. Even if he took off his clothes, it would not interest him at all.

In the end, he suffered the consequences and was kicked out in front of everyone. He was disgraced and completely offended the Xi family, causing the family's business to plummet.

Since then, other celebrities who wanted to get close to Xi Jinbai gave up the idea and stayed away from him.

In this way, the rumors that Xi Jinbai doesn't like women become more credible.

Only today did I realize that it was not that he was not aloof from women, but that he already had someone in his heart.
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Sang Yu chatted with the director for more than an hour, and the communication went smoothly. The two parties reached an agreement that she would be responsible for designing the costumes, and several designers would be invited to assist her.

There are skilled embroiderers here in Sioux City who can solve problems related to embroidery patterns.

Director Liang said that she only wanted to restore the patterns on the cultural relics.

As for the remuneration, there is no unfair treatment. The design fee for each set of clothes is more than six figures.

Sang Yu's prize money from participating in the design competition was almost the same amount.

The contract will have to be finalized another day before signing.

When I came out of the box, I found that the carpet in the corridor had been replaced with a new one, and there was only a light scent of sandalwood in the air, fresh and elegant, lingering in my nose.

Sang Yu went downstairs and left. As he approached the door, he realized that Xi Jinbai was also there.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, well-tailored suit outlines a solemn and steady back.

He was talking to someone on the phone, communicating in English, probably about something going wrong with the project, and speaking in a low tone.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Xi Jinbai turned sideways and looked back, said a few words to his cell phone and ended the call early.

"Where are you going? I'll take you there."

The voice that had been indifferent and deep just now softened instantly.

Sang Yu had a chain bag slung on his left shoulder, holding the shoulder strap in his hand, and took a few steps forward, "The hotel I booked is nearby."

There has been no contact for more than two years, and the unfamiliarity between the words is obvious.

Today's encounter was unexpected for her. She thought it would be peaceful to meet again, but she seemed to have overestimated herself.

"Yu Yu." Xi Jinbai suddenly called her.

The ending sound is tinged with a hint of lingering.

The familiar name made Sang Yu freeze for a moment.

"We haven't seen each other for so long. How about having a meal together?"

He extended the invitation directly, with a gentlemanly, polite and requesting inquiry.

Sang Yu narrowed his eyes, his feather-fan-like eyelashes trembling slightly.

The weather was sultry, and even the wind blowing was hot, which also stirred up the water in her heart.

After a long silence, she nodded in agreement, "Yes."

The corners of Xi Jinbai's mouth widened slightly unconsciously, and he turned on his mobile phone and dialed the driver's number, asking him to drive over.

While waiting, he asked her again: "Is there anything you want to eat?"

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