Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Chapter 155 Concentrate

Zhu Xia's other shoe was also shaky, and she turned her head to avoid it, but He Lianzhou held her face, brought her back forcefully, and kissed her tightly.

The man's big hand went into her skirt and pressed tightly against her waist. Although he did not move upward, Zhu Xia could not help but weaken. The kiss came violently and left quickly. He Lianzhou pulled out and pressed his thin lips against hers.

The wet hair on his forehead seemed to brush across her forehead, and it felt cool, but the palm on her waist was hot. It was like a world of ice and fire, and Zhu Xia's breathing was disordered, and she panted slightly.

"Why don't you blow dry your hair?"

"I want to see you and can't wait even a second," he said.

Zhu Xia's heart skipped a beat. She didn't look directly at He Lianzhou, but she knew without even looking that he was staring at her aggressively with his deep black eyes.

He Lianzhou glanced at the tabletop. The writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone were all there, and the ink had been ground... He asked, "What are you going to write?"

Zhu Xia looked up at him and said frankly, "I haven't figured it out."

Then, she felt the hand around her waist being withdrawn, and the hem of her clothes being gently pulled, probably returning to its original shape.

He Lianzhou bent down to pick up her shoes, held her white ankles with his big hands, and helped her put them on slowly.

Zhu Xia was carried down. She stepped on the solid floor and was trapped between the chest and the desk by the man behind her. His big palm covered her hand holding the brush.

Zhu Xia tilted her head, and the man immediately lowered his head and bit her earlobe, his voice deep and magnetic: "Look ahead."

"What do you want to write?" Zhu Xia turned back to look at the rice paper on the table. The ink in the inkstone was thick and had a faint and elegant fragrance.

He Lianzhou didn't answer. He controlled her hand and slowly placed it on the paper. A tingling sensation spread from her hand. Zhu Xia felt that her hand was no longer her own. Even her scalp was a little numb. The magical and subtle feeling was irresistible.

Time stretched infinitely, and every second had a definition, which was deeply engraved in my mind and could not be erased. The man's chest was firm and warm, and the cool fragrance mixed with the fragrance after the bath drifted into my nose. Zhu Xia couldn't help but slow down her breathing.

He smells so good.

Perhaps he noticed that she was distracted, and the man pushed her forward with his tall body. His bathrobe seemed to be open, and his hot chest pressed against her through the thin fabric, the temperature making her shiver.

"concentrate."

Zhu Xia tried her best to ignore the man behind her. She looked at the two men's hands holding the brushes moving slowly, leaving clear strokes on the paper.

The beautiful, vigorous and sharp handwriting gradually became clear, forming a complete sentence.

The last stroke was perfectly drawn. Zhu Xia stared blankly. Then He Lianzhou put his thin lips to her ear and said in a low voice as if he was taking an oath:

"He Lianzhou belongs to Zhu Xia."

Zhu Xia's eyes moved, ripples appeared in her eyes, and countless warm currents instantly surged into her heart, filling her body and mind.

For a long time, she did not move. The man kissed and sucked the sensitive and fragile skin on her neck, and the itchiness and wetness were aroused by him, and Zhu Xia's mind was pulled back on track.

"I have to get up tomorrow morning..."

"I'm not going to keep you up all night," he said.

The hem of her skirt suddenly rose. Zhu Xia leaned against the table, her hands pressed on the paper, and saw the seven characters written in a flamboyant style. She breathed with her lips slightly parted, her body leaning forward, trembling.

He Lianzhou lifted her long hair and placed a hot kiss on the back of her neck. Zhu Xiaqing couldn't help but tremble. She was about to fall down and heard him chuckle softly.

The man sucked and bit her neck, and the numbness and slight pain spread from her neck to her heart, exciting, dangerous and irresistible. His palms gently held hers, loosening and tightening. The temperature kept rising during the ambiguous friction, and Zhu Xia let out a soft moan from her throat.

The study was too quiet, amplifying the ambiguous sound infinitely. Zhu Xia stared blankly with wet eyes, and her sobs were mixed with tears, which made He Lianzhou's scalp numb.

The man restrained himself and didn't move, giving her time to adjust. Zhu Xia kept breathing, and a hand stretched out from behind, slightly forcing her face to turn over, and then he held her lips and kissed her patiently, savoring her bit by bit, lingering and long. In contrast, his deep attack seemed very bad. Zhu Xia trembled violently as they rubbed and entangled.

"Will you forget me when you go back?" He kissed her lips and whispered.

The room was filled with beauty. The man's voice and movements were filled with strong desire. Zhu Xia's heart was pounding and her head was swelling. She opened her mouth dizzily and bit him lightly, then asked, "Will you let me go if I forget?"

Domineeringly invading every inch of his consciousness, Zhu Xia trembled all over, and pinched He Lianzhou's forearm with his fingers unbearably.

"What do you think?" He answered her with his action in a hoarse voice.

The tenderness filled Zhu Xia's brain, and every nerve in his body was filled with comfort. He couldn't help but let out a whimper of passion from his lips.

Zhu Xia's eyes were blurred, and the corners of her eyes were wet and red. With the last bit of clarity left, she heard him calling her childhood name in her ear: "Come on."

The man's strong arms circled her slender waist, turned her around, picked her up by the waist and walked out of the study. Zhu Xia had tears in her eyes and was breathing heavily. Her two arms also hugged him tightly, not letting go for a long time.

*

Beijing.

Song Chengyu left Hanlin Academy and sat in the car, lighting a cigarette in silence. The driver, Lao Xu, looked at the man in the rearview mirror and asked cautiously, "Mr. Song, where are you going?"

Song Chengyu took a puff, and the smoke overflowed from his lips, blurring his face. He took off his glasses and threw them on the back seat, holding the lit cigarette elegantly between his fingers, his legs casually crossed, his eyebrows cold and arrogant, like a frozen lake in the cold winter, with raging waves hidden under the ice.

After a while, Secretary Xu opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and said, "Mr. Song."

Song Chengyu impatiently tugged at his tie, put out his cigarette, and said, "Go home."

The car drove for a long time, drove into the old house of Song Mansion and finally stopped at the door. Song Chengyu did not get out of the car, but leaned back on the leather chair with his eyes closed. The secretary and the driver did not dare to make a sound, and waited in silence.

A moment later, the sound of high heels falling was heard, followed by the sound of tapping on the car window.

After a long time, the sound of high heels was heard, and then there was the sound of knocking on the car window. The car window was lowered, and Wen Qianhui's face was revealed. She asked directly: "Is Xia Xia's story in Hongcheng true or false?"

When the secretary and Lao Xu heard this, they hurriedly got out of the car.

"Whether it's true or not, it won't affect our marriage." Song Chengyu said, looking at his mother.

Wen Qianhui is also a person who does not show her emotions on her face, and her words are straightforward:

"You are my son, I know you. If you must have her, what about that college student?"

"A model under the company, that's all."

Song Chengyu didn't want to explain more. He pushed the door and got out of the car. Wen Qianhui thought he was going home and didn't want to say anything more.

However, Song Chengyu opened the driver's door and drove away without saying a word.

The car was driving very fast, rushing out of the Song family's old house and driving into the bustling and noisy streets. Somehow, he drove the car to the side of the TV station and walked forward. The CCTV building in the distance was shining like a huge and dazzling gem under the light.

When Song Chengyu saw the youthful and energetic girl on the roadside, he suddenly thought of Zhu Xia.

When he first met her, she was only seven years old. She was holding a bunch of beautiful flowers in her arms. She stood beside the bed, her beautiful black eyes sparkling. She didn't show any fear at all. She called him in a crisp, sweet and fearless voice: "Third Brother."