Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 26 Mr. Huo?
Huo Jingcheng glanced at Chen Zheyan without changing his expression, his fingers tightening around the cognac glass in his hand, his fingertips turning slightly white, the muscles on the back of his lean hand bulging from the force, the coolness of the ice in the glass seeping into his fingertips, making them cold and bloodless.

Blind date?

The man then asked, "What's your name?"

When asked about his name, Chen Zheyan hesitated, then leaned back against the sofa, his posture sprawled out, and shook his head. "I don't know, my grandma didn't say."

The group exchanged glances, and after going around in circles, no one knew the real name of the Su family's daughter.

My childhood friend, who sat at the same table, blurted out, "Didn't Brother Huo and Brother Mingyan used to be on good terms? He must know, right?"

Before he could finish speaking, he was elbowed in the chest by someone next to him, who whispered a rebuke: "What are you saying?"

The two had a good relationship, but that was ages ago. They broke up seven or eight years ago, so it's not something to talk about now.

Realizing he had misspoke, the childhood friend quickly picked up his wine glass and stood up to drink as an apology, but when he looked up, he saw Huo Jingcheng gently raise his arm to stop him.

Inside the private room, the dim yellow light diffused like a thin veil, obscuring his face in the interplay of light and shadow, his expression hazy and difficult to discern. He spoke slowly, his voice soft: "It's been too long, I can't remember clearly."

Someone tried to smooth things over, saying, "I remember... I think her name was something like Bamboo. She was well protected by the Su family from a young age, and not a word of it was ever revealed to them."

This remark drew agreement from others, who said, "I've heard that the Su family elders dote on their granddaughter. You're practically a son-in-law now."

Chen Zheyan raised his hand and gulped down the cocktail. Because it was too fast and too forceful, the light brown liquid slid down the corner of his lips. He opened his mouth and retorted, "You're the one who's a live-in son-in-law."

As he spoke, he let out a burp, "I'm a fine young man, a top architect at the design institute."

The drinking party ended at 10:30 p.m.

The people in the private room gradually dispersed, leaving only a few. The previous noise and commotion subsided, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet, with only a sliver of disturbing moonlight filtering in from the window.

Qi Zhiwen leaned lazily against the sofa, his long, slender, white fingers rubbing his swollen temples, clearly looking like he had drunk too much and had a headache.

Chen Zheyan, standing next to him, was still 'complaining': "Tell me, do you know how hard it is for me...?"

He kept repeating the same sentence over and over, and as he frowned and impatiently prepared to get up and leave, Chen Zheyan quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him back, leaning half his head lightly on Qi Zhiwen's shoulder. "I really don't want to go, Brother Qi, please help me, go in my place..."

Just as Qi Zhiwen was about to say, "Tell him to prop up his pillow tonight so he can dream more," a deep voice suddenly rang out in the private room, "I'll go in your place."

There were too many people around, so it wasn't convenient to speak up. Now, only the three of them remained in the large private room.

Upon hearing this, Qi Zhiwen turned to look at his friend, giving him a suspicious glance.

Chen Zheyan still remembered the time when Huo Jingcheng was hugging the drunk bar owner. He waved his hand, not believing him: "Third brother, don't tease me. It's Su Mingyan's little Xing'er and Su Mingyan's sister. Are you deliberately trying to go against him?"

The information overwhelmed him, and Qi Zhiwen paused his rubbing of his temples. How did Su Mingyan's little Xing'er suddenly appear?
Before he could ask, Huo Jingcheng chimed in, "I'm serious."

His expression didn't seem like a joke.

Chen Zheyan wasn't completely drunk yet. He rested his right hand on his knee, his fingertips lightly stroking his chin, pondering how credible Huo Jingcheng's words were.

He glanced sideways at Huo Jingcheng, who was sitting upright on the armchair, and after a moment's hesitation, asked in a low voice, "Are you sure?"

Day and night alternated, and time flew by; it was Wednesday.

Last night, Beijing, now in the early summer season, was hit by a severe convective storm with hail, lightning, and rain.

Hailstones the size of goose eggs rained down like a dense barrage of arrows, smashing countless vehicles and creating numerous craters on their bodies and windows.

Hailstorms in May are more unjust to the delicate flowers than Dou E (a legendary figure known for her tragic fate).

The various flowers in the courtyard were scattered all over the ground, their tender petals broken and their fragrance gone. The roses, wisteria, and other flowers that were once in full bloom were now withered and ruined, a mess in the mud.

Su Ruoyun directed her staff to clean the courtyard all morning, finally clearing away the fallen flowers and stagnant water.

After the thunderstorm and hail, the sky over Beijing was clear and bright, a pristine blue without a trace of impurity, like a giant spherical blue crystal, with a few soft, white, cotton-like clouds floating lazily.

Perhaps because of the hail last night, not many people came to drink tea today. Su Ruoyun lay lazily on the recliner, taking a leisurely afternoon nap.

It wasn't until nearly five o'clock, when she heard the alarm clock ring, that she slowly woke up and went to keep her appointment.

To fit both of their work schedules, the time was specifically set for 6:30 in the evening, so they could have dinner together.

To avoid being late during the evening rush hour, Su Ruoyun left work early and walked out of the teahouse.

The evening breeze carried the glow of the sunset, but she was not in a good mood.

The restaurant was a Spanish restaurant. After parking her car, Su Ruoyun took the elevator to the restaurant entrance. A waiter asked her softly if she had a reservation. Su Ruoyun was still thinking about how to handle the meal while holding her phone in her right hand. She casually mentioned Chen Zheyan's name. The waiter was taken aback for a moment, then realized what she meant and smiled, "This way, please."

Upon reaching the door, the waiter opened the door to the private room, raised his arm slightly in a "please" gesture, and then closed the door behind him as Su Ruoyun stepped inside.

Inside the private room, soft, dim lighting creates a low-key yet sophisticated atmosphere, with a minimalist theme throughout the decor.

However, Su Ruoyun's attention was not on the private room environment, but rather on the figure at the round table.

A round table sits by the window, a gentle evening breeze caresses the green branches outside, and a corner of the gauze curtain is lifted softly, forming a wave that half-conceals the face.

The man sat quietly inside, his back to the door, so his face was not visible; only his broad frame and straight back were discernible.

Do architects have such great figures?

Su Ruoyun was a little confused.

She strode forward, her sneakers making a sound on the floor that was neither too loud nor too soft, but loud enough to be heard.

The man slowly turned around and glanced at Su Ruoyun, who was standing at the door. Her gaze met his face, and in that instant, her footsteps stopped abruptly.

Su Ruoyun stood frozen in place, as if under a spell, unsure how to react. She asked hesitantly, "Mr. Huo?"

It's the last day of the PK! Keep reading, the second update will be a little late, mua~
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