Li Fuji Seafood Restaurant—

In the compartment, Song Zhichao came back and just sat down when he heard Lin Jiaqi sitting opposite him say, "I'm very curious, what is the relationship between you and Mr. Fu?"

"What's the relationship? Of course it's the relationship between the young master and the worker." Song Zhichao smiled slightly, began to take action, and continued to challenge the white and tender emperor crab.

Lin Jiaqi took out a cigarette, lit it, held her arms and leaned against the chair and sucked leisurely, "It doesn't look like it. He will call you whenever there is something. If it weren't for you being a boy, I would have thought you two were dating."

"Mr. Fu is a good person." Song Zhichao put the white and tender crab meat into his mouth, "He is also very good to me."

"I know this. He treats you as a brother. So what about you, what about you? ATM or employer?"

Song Zhichao did not answer, picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, then stared at Lin Jiaqi: "Which answer do you want to hear?"

"The most real answer." Lin Jiaqi spitted a cigarette at Song Zhichao.

"Then I can tell you that I treat him as a brother, too."

"Oh, is that?" Lin Jiaqi giggled, "It seems that you are quite loyal. I remember an old song called "Love and righteousness are worth a thousand gold, go to the sword mountain, go to hell, what are the regrets, what are the regrets of sacrifice for the intimate, what are the regrets of sacrifice?..."

Song Zhichao continued to hum: "I am willing to dispel my heart for the baby, and my blood and tears flow for love. How can I hate it if I die? Who dares to ask... This is the theme song of Hong Kong TVB "Lu Xiaofeng".

Lin Jiaqi laughed: "I didn't expect you mainlanders to sing this song too."

"Please, we have TV sets there, and we also like Hong Kong and Hong Kong TV series. So I hope you Hong Kong people can truly know us mainlanders and not always discriminate against us... Remember that sentence, ten years of Hedong and ten years of Hexi, maybe you will also look north to China in the future and be left behind by our mainlanders..."

Lin Jiaqi thought Song Zhichao was venting the anger that mainlanders were discriminated against, but she didn't know that Song Zhichao was talking about the future decline of Hong Kong and the rise of the mainland.

"Okay, let's not talk about those - come on, let's have a drink for your friendship with Mr. Fu, which is stronger than gold." Lin Jiaqi held a cigarette in one hand and took the initiative to pick up the wine in front of her with the other hand.

Upon hearing this, Song Zhichao put down the tableware in his hand, politely picked up the wine and said, "Actually, you and Mr. Fu are really good. I hope you can have a good result - well, really!" He raised his glass to Lin Jiaqi, and Song Zhichao took a sip of the wine.

Seeing that Song Zhichao had already drunk his lips, Lin Jiaqi smiled strangely, then drank a small sip and said, "I just don't know when your relationship can last."

Song Zhichao joked, "You are a role model, don't use words so casually - it's really awkward to describe friendship with firmness."

"Okay, I'm wrong. Come on, let's finish the wine before leaving." Lin Jiaqi raised her glass again to invite her.

Song Zhichao did not doubt that he had him and clinked glasses with Lin Jiaqi again.

Watching Song Zhichao slowly drink the white wine in the wine glass, Lin Jiaqi's beautiful eyes shine even more. She sniffed a mouthful of cigarettes and spitted at Song Zhichao slowly, squinting her eyes, looking as charming as this...

...

Song Zhichao has always believed in his alcohol tolerance, but today... to be precise, he felt his head a little drowsy, and he was a little overwhelmed with alcohol.

After taking a look at the white wine, Song Zhichao was suspicious that the wine should not be too high. According to his own alcoholic power, it would not be a problem to drink a bottle by himself, but now...

He got up, but his body couldn't help but shake.

"Oh, it looks like you're drunk." Lin Jiaqi from the opposite side packed up her red Kun bag, picked up the cigarette box and lighter, and then came to support Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao stroked his forehead with his hand, looked at Lin Jiaqi with a confused look and said, "What did you drink for me?"

"Wine - I just didn't expect you to have such a poor alcohol tolerance. Yes, are you still a college student? You are not used to this kind of drinking situation. It seems that you need to exercise more in the future." Lin Jiaqi said casually.

Song Zhichao believed that she had seen a ghost.

But at this time, he could not control his body at all and felt his head dizzy.

In a vague way, Song Zhichao heard Lin Jiaqi say something to the hotel waiter.

He wanted to hear clearly, but couldn't hear clearly; he wanted to speak, but couldn't move.

Here, Lin Jiaqi asked someone to call someone to help put Song Zhichao in his car, and then got into the car himself.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Lin Jiaqi looked at the dark night, turned around and looked at Song Zhichao who was lying in the back row, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth.

When the car started, it slowly headed towards the top of Taiping Mountain, amid the buzzing sound of the car.

On the rear seat, Song Zhichao was dizzy and murmured, not knowing what he was saying.

...

Taiping Mountain Top, Luxury Villa Area—

It is said that in 1868, Sir McDonald, the Governor of Hong Kong, specially chose a location to build a summer villa in order to enjoy the cool and pleasant living environment on the top of Taiping Mountain. Since then, moving to Taiping Mountain has gradually become a trend advocated by wealthy people and celebrities and gentlemen.

At that time, when officials and ladies wanted to go back and forth to the top of the mountain, they would hire human sedan chairs carried by sedan chairmen in neat uniforms as a means of transportation. In 1904, living in Taiping Mountain was officially listed as the exclusive right of the upper class and foreign embassies, which further demonstrated the extraordinary status of the mountain peak. This system was used until 1947 before it was abolished.

As one of the top ten wealthy families in Hong Kong, the Lin family also has several villas on the top of Taiping Mountain. However, due to the distance from the city and the inconvenience of access, it has always used this place as a resort.

Lin Jiaqi drove a silver-gray Bentley and was halfway up the mountain.

The east and west fall, the half-mountain highway built by Hong Kong rich people exudes a rich and scent of darkness on both sides. The night wind blows on the face, making people feel irritable in the city.

The golden sunlight flashed through the dense forests of tall trees on both sides, and everything was somewhat mottled.

Lin Jiaqi re-permed her hair, which was a bit fluffy and elegant. In addition, she wore beautiful sunglasses and a simple and beautiful professional attire. The wind blew her long hair, revealing her snow-white neck and shoulders, and her skinny and roundness made people feel heart-pounding.

Soon, the Bentley drove to the front of a villa, and the wide iron gate blocked the road.

Lin Jiaqi whistled a few times, and then she heard a creaking creaking. The large iron door slowly opened, revealing a spacious gravel road leading to the villa.

The Lin family’s mansion is not ordinary luxury. It is nearly 200 meters away from the main gate to the main building, with carefully tailored fine lawns. Various strange flowers and plants are planted in the middle.

When the Bentley car drove to the villa, there were already servants waiting there.

Lin Jiaqi got out of the car and said to the guard servant: "Plant the car, and-"

Lin Jiaqi pointed to Song Zhichao in the car and ordered the servant to say, "Send him to my bedroom!

maid:"……"

I wonder if I heard it wrong, how could I send a big man to the bedroom?

However, this Miss Lin has always been weird in her work. Even the master Lin Wannian can't do anything to her, and these servants dare not say anything more.

In a moment—

Lin Jiaqi's private bedroom.

Seeing Song Zhichao being carried into the bedroom by the servant and thrown on the bed, Lin Jiaqi kicked off her high heels, then bent down and pinched Song Zhichao's face, slapped it a few more times, then sneered: "Why aren't you arrogant anymore? Aren't you very powerful? Why are you like a sheep waiting to be slaughtered?"

Just when Lin Jiaqi sneered and wanted to take back her hand, she was suddenly caught by one hand.

Lin Jiaqi was startled by the ground, but saw Song Zhichao opening his eyes at some point and looking at her with a smile and said, "It turns out that Mr. Fu was designed by you - he just threw the man on the bed, are you still a role model like this?"
Chapter completed!