Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Chapter 142 Waist Massage

He Lianzhou stretched out his bony fingers to Zhu Xia's neck and helped her to hook out the hair that was pressed under her collar.

The hair brushed across the skin of her neck, bringing with it a damp feeling that had not yet dried. Zhu Xia said "Oh" and raised her head to look at him. The man had a naturally cold brow, a high nose bridge, slightly deep eye sockets, thin eyelids that drooped slightly, and extremely dark pupils that reflected her appearance.

In his eyes, she was like a burning spark.

It reminded her of a proverb: Scattered they are a sky full of stars, gathered they are a ball of fire.

Seeing that Zhu Xia was slow to react, He Lianzhou reached out and touched her forehead to test her temperature.

The large palm covered her forehead, and the warm touch created ripples, as if it penetrated straight into her skin and flowed through her blood to her heart.

Zhu Xia blinked and slowly turned his black crystal-like eyeballs.

She could feel the scar on his palm. It was the only thing she left him after they broke up, apart from Bella.

Body temperature is normal.

He Lianzhou withdrew his hand, naturally held her hand down, and led her to walk on the thick carpet in the corridor towards the restaurant.

Zhu Xia glanced down and saw the man's bony ankles, then looked up and saw his long and strong legs hidden in his black pants, not revealing anything.

The corners of her lips curled up for a moment.

The footsteps of the two were completely absorbed by the carpet. Although the mansion was huge, there were not many servants.

Zhu Xia got out of the elevator and passed by the living room and saw the servants brushing Bella's hair. She showed joy on her face, shook off He Lianzhou's hand and walked over briskly.

The servant called out "Mr. He, Miss Zhu".

Bella threw herself into Zhu Xia's arms. She stroked its soft and fragrant white fur with her five fingers and asked He Lianzhou if he could take Bella to the restaurant.

He Lianzhou saw the happy smile on her face and agreed.

Zhu Xia walked into the restaurant holding the Samoyed dog, and He Lianzhou pulled a chair for her.

The food on the table was beautifully presented, with steam rising from it and a rich aroma, looking freshly cooked.

It’s almost time for dinner, but this is their first meal of the day.

In the morning, He Lianzhou said that they would go to eat after they finished, but somehow, they both seemed to be very interested and enthusiastic. After doing it for a long time, they fell asleep. When they woke up, it was not clear what time it was. He asked her if she was hungry, and she hugged his neck and shook her head. A beam of sunlight cast into the room from the gap in the curtains and fell on the floor like a mottled meteor. She only glanced at it, and he turned her eyes back to look at him... It was as if she was back to the time when she was in love with him.

Bella quietly lay on Zhu Xia's lap. She sat down and carefully examined the food on the table. The imperial three-clear soup, tangerine peel and soft-boiled abalone, roast duck with various fruit woods, Tianmu Mountain spring bamboo shoots and braised catfish belly, grouper... all of them were Beijing cuisine.

Zhu Xia turned her head to look at the man next to her. He did not sit opposite her, but sat next to her. He Lianzhou slowly served her a bowl of Sanqing soup and placed it in front of her. Zhu Xia stared at his hand for a few seconds, then withdrew her gaze as if nothing had happened, and scooped the soup with a porcelain spoon to drink.

"Did you take my pen?" Zhu Xia suddenly remembered and asked him.

"What would I do with your pen?" He Lianzhou said casually.

Zhu Xia didn't know either. She was already here, why did he take her pen?

But he couldn't lose in momentum, Zhu Xia said: "Then why are you asking about the pen?"

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, He Lianzhou looked at her calmly and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do you remember the questions I asked in bed this time?"

"..."

Why does this man always bring up old things?

Zhu Xia put Bella on the chair next to him. Bella was very popular and stayed there quietly without making any noise.

She moved her body and felt sore all over, especially her legs and waist. She was used to her legs, but why was her waist so sore? Leaning against the back of the chair was not a good option, nor was sitting upright.

As he sighed inwardly, something soft suddenly found its way into the gap between his lower back and the back of the chair. Zhu Xia turned his head and found that it was a golden brown cushion.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?" He Lianzhou asked.

With the soft cushion behind his waist, Zhu Xia felt instantly comfortable.

"No more." She shook her head.

Zhu Xia was eating Tianmu Mountain spring bamboo shoots and braised catfish belly. The spring bamboo shoots were fresh and juicy, the fish belly was full of gelatin, and the sauce was thick and tasty. After she finished chewing, she suddenly remembered and said:

"You still have two blazers I have."

Come to think of it, no one has mentioned returning the clothes for such a long time.

He Lianzhou's eyes slowly fell on her fair cheek. He looked at her thoughtfully for two seconds, then said calmly, "I'll be your place first."

"Oh." Zhu Xia responded.

In two days, she will be returning to the capital, and she can't help feeling a little guilty when facing him.

I still don't know what to say. I can't tell him that she will go back to the capital to get married and then come back? Come back... She may not come back.

Zhu Xia never made promises to anyone. As she was thinking while eating, a big hand suddenly came over her slender waist. The hand held her waist, gently massaging and caressing from time to time to relieve her pain.

Zhu Xia shrank back sensitively at first and dodged for a moment, then tilted her head to look at the man's angular profile and muscular arms.

His massage technique was just right, and his body temperature came through the clothes, and my waist didn't seem to be so sore anymore. And he seemed to be full. Zhu Xia didn't care and let him do it.

After a while, the housekeeper came over and said there was a phone call and asked him to answer it. He Lianzhou said something to her and got up to answer the phone.

After dinner, Zhu Xia sat on the sofa in the living room with Bella. She leaned against the back of the sofa like a boneless person, holding her mobile phone in both hands, checking the updates, playing games, and taking pictures of Bella.

After the photoshoot, she couldn’t keep it to herself. She shared a group of photos in the business iron triangle group and sent them to You Feng.

Finally, I checked my email again and saw the information Kelsey sent me about the New York riots.

In Germany, the shot fired by He Lianzhou suddenly reminded her of the gunshots she heard during the New York riots. Professor Albert said that she might have had a hearing error before she fell into a coma... an hearing error. She did not doubt the professor's words because she was indeed hallucinating.

——She saw He Lianzhou.

But he was very busy, and the incident happened suddenly, so even if he wanted to come, it would be impossible for him to show up in New York.

In the information sent by Kelsey, there is nothing related to He Lianzhou.

...She must have been overthinking it.

When He Lianzhou came back after answering the phone, Zhu Xia was chatting enthusiastically in the group. She opened her eyes, saw him, and said softly: "Go and do what you want, I can do it myself."

He Lianzhou reached out and held her hand, pulling her up from the sofa, "Have you finished your meal?"

Zhu Xia nodded.

The Lykan supercar, which is limited to only seven units worldwide, was parked at the door. The man opened the door for her, and Zhu Xia got into the passenger seat, still a little out of shape.

He Lianzhou leaned into the car, fastened her seat belt, walked around the front of the car, and slowly got into the driver's seat.

"Where are you taking me?" Zhu Xia asked, grabbing the seat belt with his slender white fingers.