Dark Night Tide

The first time Xi Yuan met Zhou Jinghong was at a banquet on a luxurious cruise ship. The sea breeze is humid and the sounds and colors are overwhelming. He was leaning against the railing and smoking under the solitary lamp. His white shirt had only one button left unbuttoned. His thin muscles and strong waist were crisscrossed with ravines. There were several lipstick shades on the interlaced texture. Xi Yuan mistakenly thought that he was also an artist who was brought to the ship to "sacrifice" to the rich woman or wealthy businessman. She mustered up the courage to step forward, pulled his sleeve, and looked at him with pure eyes. "Let's escape together." With his peach blossom eyes lightly opened, Zhou Jinghong looked at her lazily. Under the ambiguous light and shadow, he saw a handsome face that was cold and clear, and definitely looked like a mortal. "Where to run away to?" He blew out smoke, his voice low and magnetic. Xi Yuan stood on tiptoes and breathed softly into his ear: "It's very messy and dirty here. I guess you won't like it either. Let's go ashore first." That night, Xi Yuan and Zhou Jinghong escaped from the cruise ship unexpectedly and smoothly. She found a cheap hotel in Chinatown and lived with him tacitly. During the day, like ordinary couples, they walked hand in hand in Siam Square and ate various snacks on Sukhumvit Street. At night, she and he were in a passionate relationship, regardless of the past or the future. In front of the Zen-scented Buddhist temple, she clasped her hands together and prayed devoutly: "I hope Zhou Jinghong will have a safe life, be prosperous, and have everything he wants." We met again three years later at a wine party. Wearing an elegant black suit, he sat lazily on the main seat with cold and deep eyes. The agent secretly pushed her and whispered to her: "The person in charge is the second son of the Zhou family. He is the investor of our next drama. Please take the initiative and pay tribute to him." Xi Yuan walked up to him holding a wine glass and looked at him with suppressed emotions: "Mr. Zhou, I respect you." Zhou Jinghong's lips curled up into a sly smile: "Do you want to respect me for being famous, or do you want to go with your wishes?" Xi Yuan's heart was beating fast, the hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, and he pursed his lips and was speechless. Zhou Jinghong patted his thigh: "Come here, I can't hear you clearly." A gentle and sweet little actor x a gangster in the Beijing circle Double C/age difference 7 years Emotional flow, not career heroine. The entertainment industry events mentioned in the article are purely made up by the author and are not brought into reality. Lipstick has a reason, and the text will explain it. Intention: Positive and uplifting