The land price in Hong Kong is the highest in the world, surpassing the night city, Sea city, Tokyo and New York. There is a saying that if the mountains are not high, there will be immortals; if the water is not deep, there will be dragons; if there is a humble house, there will be one hundred thousand square meters.

In Hong Kong, there are more than one hundred thousand square meters of shabby rooms.

The humble houses are too expensive. No rich developer dares to accept them. The people who live in the humble houses are still living in their homes. They are ready to start at any time. The prosperous places in Hong Kong are just one or two in front of them. Most of them are old residential buildings with a long history. This time, George Sheng came to talk about the recycling and reconstruction of old residential buildings, Only the Qiao family in the night city can spend tens of billions of dollars in the open, and in private they can make sure that they are tricky residents.

When talking about business affairs, both sides have to turn off or mute their mobile phones out of professional and polite reasons. Of course, no one asks Georges Sheng to do so. Georges Sheng just adjusts the vibration for fear that Song Xi will suddenly have something to ask him.

Sure enough, the mobile phone he put in his pocket vibrated continuously. He thought it was Song Xi who called him. As a result, he took it out and saw that it was the same strange number with no name, and sent him a lot of short messages in succession.

He opened his cell phone with no expression on his face, but when he went in and saw the first picture, George Sheng's face suddenly changed.

The photo is as like as two peas. Song Xi is the one who looks at her shoulder on her shoulder. She holds her mobile phone self timer. The two people are wearing identical white hoodies. They even have similar smiles.

After a moment of panic, Georges Sheng glides down quietly. He thinks he has enough strength. But every time he looks at one, his jealousy is filled with anger. He wants to burst out of his body. Song Xi in the photo is not what she looks like now. At that time, her hair was longer than it is now, and she hung down in a black waterfall on her chest. When she was photographed together, because she was so close, So his hair would fall on him unintentionally... Which made Georgeson jealous like crazy.

The face of a man is not strange to Georges Sheng. After all, he wants to know what the man Song Xi once liked looks like.

Yes, the person in the photo is Shen Zhaoyi.

Don't know who sent it, caught off guard, Georges Sheng will be 13 photos all read, the bottom of his heart is more than 13 stabbed.

He knows that Song Xi has fallen in love with Shen Zhaoyi, but he doesn't want to see the pictures of their love in the past, and he can't stand her smiling so brightly beside other men.

At this moment, compared with guessing who sent it, Georgeson's rare brain was blank.

The person talking about the cooperation didn't notice that Georges Sheng was different. He was still talking about it. Georges Sheng was holding his mobile phone and his face was very ugly.

About half a minute later, his mobile phone suddenly vibrated again. Georges Sheng turned on the text message. This time, it was the same strange number, but instead of sending photos, it was an email account and a series of very simple passwords.

George Sheng login mailbox, found only one video in the mailbox, this time, his finger has not been able to open the video.

"Wait a minute."

Looking up, Georges Sheng interrupted, and then got up and went out.

When he got to no one's place, he dialed the mobile phone number where he sent the photos. There was almost no accident. The other party turned off.

Moving back to the email video page, George Sheng's brain is blank for the first time in his life. Now he's afraid. He's afraid that he will see what he doesn't want to see after clicking on it, but just delete it... It's not his character.

In this way, he should be clear about everything, even if he knew that he was deliberately trapped by the man behind.

It's not the most difficult picture for him to get into. It's just that the shooting site is very dark. He watched it for three seconds and found that Song Xi was sitting on the sofa opposite him. She was singing with a microphone. At first, he quietly turned the volume of his mobile phone to the lowest level, but now it's getting bigger one by one.

"I'm afraid it's too late. I'll hold you until I feel your wrinkles. There are traces of years, until I'm sure you're real, until I lose my strength. For you, I'm willing to..."

It's in the KTV. There's a lot of laughter around. The person who occasionally takes the video will bring it to Song Xi. It's a man who only catches a glimpse, but not Shen Zhaoyi.

The voice over is the photographer, smiling and saying, "Dr. Ling is in the camera."

Ling Yue?

It's probably a meeting between doctors.

George Sheng can still think rationally, but his heart is always hanging. If he is sent this video by later generations, he will never simply listen to Song Xi sing.

Sure enough, after the first half of Song Xi's singing, there were a lot of people around who said, "doctor song, what do you want to say at this moment?"

In the dim light of the video, Song Xi can be seen with a lazy smile on her face. Holding the microphone, she says aloud, "I love Shen Zhaoyi!"

The voice fell, and there was another roar, and the video suddenly finished playing.

George Sheng's eyes hang down. Outside the glass opposite him is the night scene of central district. Tall buildings are lined with neon lights. However, George Sheng's heart is still and cold.

Some things, know is know, but a lifetime do not want to see.

George Sheng just knows Shen Zhaoyi's existence, but he can't cope with it. Now, there are pictures and videos. No matter what the purpose of the person who sent it is, he has to admit that he has been stimulated by that person's wish.

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After Song Xi pacifies Han Chunmeng, hang up the video and immediately go to chat with Qiao Aiwen. After the video is connected, Qiao Aiwen lies on the bed and says bored: "I thought you pressed the wrong button."

Song Xi asked with a smile, "why?"

Qiao Aiwen gave a close-up of the fish tank on the table and then said, "I've been waiting for your elder martial brother's call from my dream lover. He hasn't called me for a day."

Song Xi said: "it's normal that he doesn't call you, but it's rare that he calls you?"

Qiao Aiwen frowned: "today is Valentine's day. I'll wait for him until midnight. If he doesn't call me..."

"If he doesn't call you, how are you?"

Qiao AI Wen "hum" A: "that I reconsider to go to Sa City to see him after all."

"Oh, you have such a bad temper. Why don't you call him?"

"I don't fight. I have to have a bottom line. I usually catch up with him. What day does he have in mind?"

Song Xi reminds: "you two are not lovers yet."

"I don't care!" said Jo

Ling Yue, who has been chatting for a long time, Song Xi, taking advantage of Qiao Aiwen's unpreparedness, suddenly moves the camera to a large handful of roses on the ground. His uncontrollable lip rises and says with a smile, "look, are you beautiful?"

Qiao Aiwen said, "my brother bought it?"

Song Xi said: "nonsense, do I dare to accept other people's flowers?"

Qiao AI Wen once again cold hum: "I just brush the circle of friends, big Meng Meng just finished the show, now you come to show again, it's really the sour smell of love all over the world, unlike me, full of single fragrance."

Song Xi, beautiful and irritating, asked: "too much, shall I go back and give you a little?"

Qiao Aiwen glared: "no! I have a lot of backbone. I just want to hold roses. If you have the ability, you can ask my brother to come here and say that he loves you face to face. "

Song Xi bent his eyes and said, "don't excite me. We'll whisper such words in private. We won't give you a single Wang to listen to."

Qiao AI Wen "cut" A: "my elder brother?"

Song Xi said, "there is a job." After that, she looked at the time, "should be back soon."