There are two people sitting under a parasol on the beach. One is a tall and very handsome man. He looks like a businessman at first glance. He is full of leadership style.
Sitting next to him is a beautiful woman with a very hot figure. Although it is not spring yet, it is not cold in this southern city. She is only wearing a thin gauze skirt. Her beautiful figure is clearly visible. It is enough. It's drool-worthy. In less than half an hour when the two of them were sitting here, several people had already slipped past with their dogs and then slipped back again. They were walking back and forth, not like walking dogs but looking at people. The boy whistled at her several times.
If it weren't for the fact that there was a handsome and stylish successful man sitting next to her who was not easy to mess with at first glance, the boys would have come to chat with her in a swarm.
"Darling. Why hasn't your driver come back with a drink? He's dead of thirst."
The beautiful woman in a light gauze skirt gave a flirtatious look and poked the handsome man with her slender finger.
"Haha. Then I'm really sorry. I'll make it up to you later."
The man's ambiguous words made the beauty pretend to hit him: "I hate you. You are so evil."
The man took advantage of the situation and grabbed her slender hand. He brought it to her mouth and kissed her, eliciting a soft and shy smile from the beautiful woman.
However, before her laughter could completely fall, she was stunned by the man's next move.
The man let go of her hand. He stood up and squinted his eyes. He looked at the two distant figures walking side by side on the beach from a distance. Then he raised his legs without even looking at the beautiful woman who had just been flirting. Walked over.
"Darling... hello." The beauty couldn't stop him. She threw her hands away in anger. The shy expression just now disappeared. It was replaced by the anger of being left out. "Disgusting. Bastard."
She stood up, held up the awning with her hands, and looked towards the seaside, wanting to see what kind of vixen had bewitched the man. In the end, she only saw a man and a woman.
The girl was slender. She wore a white coat and a white skirt. She also had a white scarf around her neck. From a distance, you couldn't see what her face looked like. But just by her charming grace, she was slender. From the touching figure, you can tell that he must be bah bah bah. He must be a little vixen.
As for the young man next to her who is tall and tall and wearing a white suit. From a distance, he seems to be a very graceful and elegant handsome man. Huh, it is really a waste to match this vixen.
The beauty thought angrily. She sat down, reached into her bag and took out a pack of cigarettes. She lit one and smoked it.
At this time, the man's driver came back.
He also held two glasses of orange juice in his hand and cosplayed as a waiter.
"Miss. The drink you want."
The beautiful woman turned to look at him. When she saw that he was a lowly driver, she immediately rolled her eyes.
"I know. It's so annoying." She said impatiently. She puffed out a mouthful of white eye circles. The soft and shy look she had just in front of the man had already disappeared.
Anyway, the master is not here and I am too lazy to act.
What's more, she was really pissed off. She was also a well-known model after all, but she didn't give her face. He left her in front of her to see other women. Humph, just look at that woman. I know she must be a little slut and a vixen.
If it weren't for the fact that he was rich and powerful, she wouldn't be so angry with him.
"Pfft". The beauty hummed angrily and puffed out another smoke ring. At the same time, she reached out and knocked the ashes on the sand.
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"Miss, I didn't expect to meet you here. Do you still remember me?"
Tong'er was startled by the tall figure that suddenly appeared. She stopped and looked up at the man. She saw that the man was wearing casual casual clothes, but he couldn't conceal his leadership style. He had thick eyebrows and deep eyes. He was very handsome. .
I don’t know why. It does look familiar.
Tong'er frowned slightly. She tried hard to remember where she had seen this person: "Ah. I'm sorry. You are..."
Han Qingyi's face beside Tong'er darkened slightly. He had a photographic memory and immediately recognized this tall man with a back that looked exactly like Murong Lie's. He was the one who stopped Tong'er at the airport and asked her if she still remembered him. man.
Unexpectedly, this guy's ghost lingered, and he asked the same conversation again in a different location.
He will not forget. This man once asked Tong'er if he still remembered what happened at the entrance of the Dynasty Hotel. All the memories about Murong Lie have been hypnotized by him to Tong'er. Even if this man doesn't mean it, he is still a big trouble. .
He stretched out his arm and hugged Tong'er's delicate shoulders. He looked at the man coldly.
"She doesn't know you."
Tong'er looked up at Han Qingyi in surprise. Brother Qingyi was always so gentle and polite. He rarely rejected someone so harshly.
She smiled apologetically at the man: "I'm sorry. I can't remember."
The man smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter. There are always many outstanding men around beautiful women. It's not surprising if you don't remember... Maybe I should give a reminder. London Airport. Miss, do you still remember."
Tong'er turned her head and thought for a moment, showing an expression of sudden realization: "Oh, I remembered..."
She smiled sheepishly and said, "I'm really sorry. I just remembered it."
Han Qingyi's face became darker and darker.
"It doesn't matter. It's an honor to be remembered by you." The man raised his eyes pointedly and glanced at Han Qingyi: "But there are some things that you probably don't remember anymore."
Han Qingyi's expression was stern. He looked at this man who obviously meant what he said with cold eyes.
Tong'er looked at him with some confusion. She didn't understand what he was talking about.
Han Qingyi put his arms around her shoulders: "Let's go, Tong'er. Be careful not to catch a cold."
Han Qingyi obviously didn't want her to talk to this person anymore. Tong'er could only nod to this person apologetically: "I'm sorry. We still have something to do. Let's talk next time."
The man smiled slightly: "Okay. Remember me. My surname is Song."
Although Tong'er didn't know why this strange man wanted to remember him, she could only nod to him with a slight embarrassment: "Okay. I will remember it."
The man smiled and waved to her: "Goodbye, Miss Tong'er. I believe we will meet again."
Han Qingyi held Tong'er in one hand and looked back at him coldly.
See you again. Hum. Who does he think he is?
No matter how much he knew about Murong Lie, he would never have the chance to say these words to Tong'er again.
The man watched Han Qingyi leave with Tong'er in his arms. He just smiled slightly, with an unpredictable expression on his face.
"gentlemen."
His cosplay waiter's driver came over and brought him a drink.
The man did not accept the drink. Instead, he took the cigar from his hand and took a puff.
"Sir, what are you looking at?" the driver asked curiously.
The man looked at the retreating figure and smiled mysteriously and enigmatically: "Do you still remember the girl we met in the heavy fog at the entrance of the British Dynasty Hotel?"
The driver was stunned for a moment. Then he remembered.
After all, it is rare to see a girl with such a pair of beautiful eyes and touching tears. It is normal for her to be unforgettable.
"Ah, it's that mysterious girl who forgot to meet us before..." The driver was very curious and confused. "Why, sir, did you just meet her again?"
Mr. Song smiled slightly and took a puff of his cigar: "Yes. It's really a fate."
The driver raised his eyebrows and looked at his enigmatic expression while holding a drink. He didn't understand what he was thinking. However, Mr. Song's thoughts and actions were always beyond the ability of a young driver like him to figure out.
"By the way, Mr. Song, Miss Ali lost her temper there and asked you to go over there and accompany her quickly. Otherwise, she will leave."
Mr. Song didn't even look back. He just said calmly: "Then let her go."
The driver had known this would be the case. He just raised his eyebrows and nodded as expected: "Okay."
Mr. Song was still looking at the backs of the two people who had gone away. It was as if Tong'er had turned around and glanced at him from afar. Then she was hugged tightly by Han Qingyi beside her.
What were the two probably talking about.
"It's interesting, isn't it?" Mr. Song narrowed his eyes and said with a smile while holding a cigar in his mouth.
Tong'er walked far away. She couldn't help but look back at Mr. Song, who was still standing there. At this time, he had a cigar in his mouth. His tall back was still very conspicuous on the beach.
She didn't know why. She had only seen him once, but she felt a vague sense of familiarity.
Maybe it wasn't him who made her feel familiar, but the fact that his figure looked similar to someone else that made her feel familiar...
Tong'er couldn't remember who it was. There seemed to be a very similar figure in her mind. However, no matter how hard she tried to capture it, she couldn't remember it.
Suddenly, she thought of something and shouted "Ah".
Han Qingyi was already worried about her looking back at that person. Suddenly he heard her cry out. He hugged her and asked, "What's wrong, Tong'er?"
Tong'er just suddenly remembered that this person looked very much like the Lie Wang in her dream. That's right. No wonder she felt familiar. It was him.
Her face suddenly turned red. She didn't have the nerve to describe those restricted scenes to Han Qingyi. She just shook her head and said: "I'm sorry, brother Qingyi. I just suddenly thought... uh. I forgot to go to the studio for a painting I ordered. Got it.”
She was not good at lying at all. When she told lies, her eyes would look up involuntarily. Han Qingyi looked at people more viciously than anything else. How could he not spot her little lies?
However, he did not expose her.
He patted her shoulder. He smiled and said: "Why is such a small thing such a big fuss? I thought it was such a big deal."
Tong'er turned her head in embarrassment: "Where is that?"
Han Qingyi laughed: "Okay. I was wrong. Your Highness, please forgive me for being disrespectful to you."
Tong'er couldn't help but laugh again.
It was such a familiar joke. The two of them returned to the scene back then without even realizing it.
"Okay. Your Highness is magnanimous. I won't blame you."
The two of them laughed together. The atmosphere suddenly became harmonious. It seemed like they had returned to the past.