Chapter 1 Returning to China
In Sijiu City this season, the north wind is bleak. Just standing in the wind for a while makes my face hurt as if a layer of skin has been peeled off.
Originally Sang Nanxi wanted to land in Shanghai, but by chance, she encountered a heavy snowfall that was rare in Shanghai for a century.
After five years, she once again set foot in this city where she had indulged herself.
A city that is deep in the hearts of many people, but has become vaguely taboo because of a certain person.
She had gone abroad before, and when she came back, a group of friends helped her pull up a banner. They were so noisy that the airport was almost completely surrounded.
There was also a man who hugged her and gave her a deep French kiss at the airport.
"Nanxi!" A young woman hurried towards her, her messy hair showing her anxiety.
She looked apologetic, and even looked at her a little cautiously: "I'm sorry, the company has something to do, so I'm late."
Sang Nanxi ticked There was no trace of impatience on his lips. He considered what to call her and then spoke: "Excuse me, Xiaoyun... Auntie, you can tell me directly next time if you have anything, I can take care of myself. ”
Yang Yun looked at the indifferent and distant girl in front of her, and was a little flattered and wanted to take her luggage: "Where are you talking?"
Sang Nanxi put his hands in his pockets and followed her slowly, He did not refuse the somewhat excessive solicitude.
"Your dad is busy and can't spare time, so..."
The woman was chatting with her, but Sang Nanxi's eyes were unconsciously attracted by a motorcade in the distance. attract.
Several black Hongqi cars lined up neatly, with airtight windows like a wall that separated the inside and outside of the car into two worlds.
It's mysterious, but it makes many people yearn for it.
A girl jumped out of the car and looked at the door expectantly, wondering who was waiting for her.
"Nanxi, do you plan to go back directly, or stay one night in northern Beijing?"
"Stay one night." Sang Nanxi withdrew his gaze and answered quickly.
But Yang Yun did not breathe a sigh of relief because of her words. She thought of a certain man's instructions again in her mind, and she looked embarrassed and didn't know how to speak.
"I'm afraid it's too late to book the hotel. Besides, your dad is still at home..."
"Aunt Xiaoyun, I know it, please let my dad rest assured."
After saying that, Sang Nanxi went straight into the car, his eyes slightly closed, and he obviously had no intention of talking to her anymore.
Sang Nanxi knows very well what her father means. Sang Mingde is such a person who can weigh the pros and cons. He is afraid that her mind will be muddled and she will not be sober when she should be awake, and will not sink when she should sink.
In his heart, maybe her daughter is just a tool he uses to consolidate his status.
"Just go to Lingxiu Mansion, please, Sister Xiaoyun."
She doesn't sleep well, even if she just changes places, she can toss and turn for half a night.
But at that time she was studying at Beijing University, and she always had a place to enjoy herself when she had a boyfriend. She was too lazy to find a nanny's house, so she simply booked a room there.
After two visits, this hotel became half of her home.
There are many memories of her there, either laughter or pain, but everything has passed long ago, and she is not someone who can't let go.
It was just a place to stay, so she didn't have so many worries.
The car started slowly, and a man walked out surrounded by a group of people at the airport.
The girl who had been waiting for a long time rushed forward impatiently, "Brother Yu Bai! I thought you were going to be late!" The man was dressed in formal clothes, but there was a sense of indifference between his extremely upright eyebrows. The girl Her charming voice made passers-by feel a little ticklish.
Who would have thought that the man just said a faint "hmm" without even an extra glance.
Some people curiously circled around the two of them. They were handsome men and beautiful women, and they looked like they were of high status. They always attracted attention.
What's more, I quietly raised my mobile phone, wanting to take a picture of this scene and post it online, maybe I could become popular through such an atmosphere.
However, before he pressed the shutter button, a black figure blocked his lens: "I'm sorry, sir, we don't accept photos."
Passers put away their mobile phones decisively and laughed. He wanted to apologize, but in this northern part of Beijing, if he offended anyone, he couldn't afford to offend him.
……
In the quiet car, Sang Nanxi's cell phone rang suddenly.
She glanced at the caller and hung up without any hesitation.
As soon as she hung up, Yang Yun's cell phone rang. She glanced at the people next to her and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. The father and daughter had her sandwiched between them. It made her no longer human inside and out.
"Why is she staying in Jingbei! Tell her to come back!" Even through the microphone, it was difficult to hide the anger in Sang Mingde's tone.
Yang Yun lowered the volume, turned her head and covered her mouth: "What are you yelling at? I've been flying to Nanxi for so long, but what can happen if I sleep here for one night? Besides, I'm watching every step of the way. She’s with her, don’t worry.”
Sometimes the daughter is justified in scolding, but the lover is different.
Coquettishly and with a soft tone, no matter how angry Sang Mingde was, he could only say coldly in the end: "Bring her back immediately tomorrow morning."
Sang Nanxi was so quiet Listening quietly, but couldn't help but want to sneer.
Everyone thought that the person who was unwilling to let go was her, just because of that man's special status.
She admitted that she was indeed the one who took the initiative in that relationship at the beginning, but those people didn’t know that it was Zhou Yubai who had lied to her from the beginning, and even later, the one who always wanted to get entangled with her The person is also Zhou Yubai.
"Ms. Sang, that room has been booked. I will help you arrange a suite of the same specification. Is it convenient for you?"
"Okay."
"How about it? It's done. "?" Yang Yun hasn't stopped calling since she saw her.
Sang Nanxi took his luggage, his eyebrows slightly curved: "Aunt Xiaoyun, if you have anything to do, go ahead and get busy, I can do it myself."
Yang Yun paused slightly, but He quickly replied with a smile: "No matter how busy I am, I don't have time to accompany our Nanxi. What's important is that."
Sang Nanxi was actually not used to such intimacy, but perhaps her once unruly demeanor left such a deep impression on others.
So much so that whenever she frowns slightly, Yang Yun will immediately look at her with a look of fear.
Such social interactions made Sang Nanxi, who was already tired from flying, even more tired.
"Nanxi, let's do this. I'll open a room next to you and won't disturb your rest. If you need anything, call me." Yang Yun always said this with a bit of luck. of.
Forty-nine cities are so big, it’s not easy for two people to meet each other.
Besides, the young master of the Zhou family should be in Shanghai now.
If this happens, it’s really a ghost.
(End of this chapter)