Fog clears from Hong Kong Island

Chapter 154 What’s so good about an old man?

After his reminder, Sang Yu's ears were slightly perked and he lifted up his collar.

Xi Jinbai's eyes were burning, but his tone was serious, "You're not wearing anything."

Immediately understanding the meaning of this sentence, Sang Yu paused, pretending to be calm and said: "I'm going to sleep."

Wearing underwear to sleep is uncomfortable.

Xi Jinbai's throat tightened, and there seemed to be a smoldering fire burning in his chest, "Don't catch a cold if you haven't dried your hair."

Her hair is long and voluminous, and blow-drying it all takes too much time, so she usually only blows it to half dry and leaves the rest to dry naturally.

Sang Yu touched the end of his hair and said, "I'll blow dry it before going to bed."

"Yes." Xi Jinbai stood on the balcony and blew the night breeze to relieve the rising desire. His voice dropped several times, "I miss you."

Sang Yu looked away, "...you're drunk."

He knew exactly what he was doing.

Sang Yu changed the topic, "You can make some honey water and drink it."

Save yourself a headache tomorrow.

Worried that something would happen to her, Xi Jinbai immediately found Tong Tong's number and dialed, asking, "Do you know where Sang Yu is? Why can't I get through when I call her?"

She just had that ability to arouse his desire without doing anything.
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After Xi Jinbai finished handling the project contract in his hand, he finally had a few days to spare and flew to Hong Kong Island as soon as possible.

Sang Yu couldn't help but think of that chaotic night again. He hesitated and asked, "So you weren't drunk that night, right?"

Xi Jinbai sent another WeChat reminder: [Remember to blow dry your hair, turn on the air conditioner, and cover yourself with a quilt at night. 】

Xi Jinbai felt relieved and said, "Okay, excuse me."

Looks like I need to take another cold shower.

Tong Tong explained: "She went to England and said she went to a museum to find inspiration. She is still on the plane now. Maybe she forgot to tell you."

Xi Jinbai laughed softly, "No."

Xi Jinbai clenched his phone, glanced down at him, and smiled helplessly.

I called Sang Yu as soon as I got off the plane, but couldn't get through.

Sang Yu was not as thick-skinned as him, and his cheeks were covered with a layer of light pink.

Xi Jinbai raised his lips, stopped teasing her, and told the truth: "I was 70% drunk that day, and I did drink too much."

Sang Yu replied: [Yes, I know. 】

"What day?" he asked knowingly.

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, he suppressed all the dark and surging emotions.

The video call ended after chatting for twenty minutes.

She was 70% drunk at first. After she came, she gradually sobered up a little and was only half drunk.

Sang Yu took a fourteen-hour flight to England. After landing, he saw five missed calls, all from Xi Jinbai, and hurriedly called him back.

The call was connected almost instantly, as if he was waiting for her call.

It was late at night here on Hong Kong Island. Xi Jinbai was sitting at his desk, lighting a cigar in his hand. There were already several burned out cigar ends in the ashtray.

The smell of cigars is not as strong as that of cigarettes, and a faint scent of tobacco spreads in the air.

The pleasure of nicotine entering my lungs still couldn't relieve the depression and decadence.

He said in a deep voice: "Why didn't you tell me when you were going to England?"

Sang Yu knew it was his fault, "I forgot, it wasn't intentional."

She made the decision on the spur of the moment, so she didn't have time to tell him yet.

Xi Jinbai was silent for a long time, took a sip from his cigar, slowly exhaled the smoke, and said in a low voice, "Can you tell me next time? I'll be worried if I can't get through to you." Sang Yu apologized, "I'm sorry."

"No need to be sorry, be safe outside alone, tell me if you have anything." Xi Jinbaixu clenched his fist to his lips and coughed twice.

"Ah."

"When are you coming back?"

"Next week, I have to go to Paris to watch a show in two days."

"it is good."

Sang Yu heard that he was smoking, "Stop smoking, it's not good for your health."

"Well." Xi Jinbai put out the cigar in his hand, leaned back in the leather chair, pressed his temples with his long fingers, his brows showing fatigue, "Suddenly I realized that I was really bad to you before."

Sang Yu didn't understand the sentence without beginning or end, "What?"

"Nothing, have you arrived at the hotel?"

"Not yet, just got off the plane."

"Then you go to the hotel to settle in first, I'll hang up."

"it is good."

The phone was hung up and silence returned to the room.

The night view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is prosperous, brilliant and grand, like two separate worlds.

It was already past three in the morning, but Xi Jinbai didn't feel sleepy at all.

He was thinking that during the more than a year they had been together, he often went on business trips and returned to Sioux City. He would be gone for several days, sometimes even more than ten days, and he never took the initiative to tell her that her mood was probably the same as He is the same now.

She didn't even dare to ask.

When you love someone, you want the other person to share everything with you immediately. It feels too powerless to know nothing.
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Sang Yu stayed in the UK for two days. This was her second visit to the British Museum. After learning more about the origins of the collections, she had a different feeling when she set foot here.

It took a day to perfect the design draft.

On the third day, we flew from London to Paris and attended the Summer Haute Couture Fashion Week in the evening.

Paris Fashion Week is famous for displaying major haute couture ready-to-wear series, bringing together the world's top brands. The dress that Sang Yu won the gold medal in last year was also displayed at the fashion week, and she is now one of the regular guests at the fashion week.

There were many designer friends she knew at the venue, and they chatted for a long time after the show.

At eight o'clock, Sang Yu came out of the Broignial Palace and suddenly heard someone calling her from behind.

"fairy——"

She stopped and turned back, switching to fluent English, "Alex, are you coming to the show too?"

The handsome British guy with blue eyes and a high nose in front of her was a friend she met in the college club, and he had chased her for a while.

"Fairy, I've been thinking about you every day since you left school." He was as straightforward as ever.

The way foreigners express their feelings is always direct and bold.

Sang Yu took it for granted, curled his lips and smiled.

She originally had no English name. After she came to Paris, she met a group of new friends who said she looked like a fairy, so they called her fairy. Over time, everyone started calling her that.

Alex is a typical sunny boy type, with deep features and handsome looks. Today he wore a white suit, like a prince from a noble family. He looked at Sang Yu intently and said: "Fairy, do you want to consider me again? You What do you think is wrong with me? I can change it, I really like you!"

Sang Yu didn't expect that he hadn't given up yet, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, "I don't like people younger than me."

Alex's blue eyes widened, "You like old men? What's so good about old men? Can he bungee jump, skydiving and snorkel with you? I'm young and strong, and I can play with you in all the things you like."

Sang Yu moved his lips and was about to speak when a cold voice suddenly came in: "I can play with her as you mentioned, so I won't bother you."

Alex turned to look over and asked doubtfully: "Fairy, who is he?"

Mr. Xi: Who are you talking about, old man?