Secret Love Mambo

[Please support the original version after reading the full text] [A deeply affectionate old money man from Hong Kong X a cold, sober and private beauty] Secret love comes true｜Unfamiliar people become familiar with each other｜Reunion after breaking the mirror Zhou Yubai is an aristocratic young master who is well-versed in Fengyue Field. He is famous for his exquisite jade and jade, and is famous in Hong Kong City. At the cocktail party that night, Meng Zhu stood on the edge of the crowd and saw him in a snow-white suit, leaning casually by the bar. The ladies around him were smiling too brightly, smelling of perfume and wine, and he was drinking lazily. Those eyes look affectionate to everyone, but no one cares about them. She knew she didn't belong in that circle, but she still walked over and raised a glass to the person she shouldn't have thought about. - They became a relationship that only existed at night. They were not familiar with each other before, but entangled with each other afterward. Zhou Yubai never kisses, Meng Zhu once asked, and he replied with a smile: "A Zhu, kisses should be reserved for those you like." - The night we left, it rained heavily. Before his charming breath dissipated, Meng Zhu gathered up the torn dress and clicked the room key on the table with a crisp sound. "There is no need to contact me again in the future." Zhou Yubai held a cigarette in his mouth, tilted his head and blew out a smile: "Okay, it's up to you." Before leaving the house, she couldn't help but look back. The man was sitting on the sofa, his eyes were very calm, like water that would not wrinkle even if the wind blew it. - Goodbye is a long time coming. At a certain dinner, someone asked about his first love, and Meng Zhu chuckled: "When I was young, I did some not-so-sober things. I've long since turned the page." After the meal, she waited for the elevator alone. When the door was about to close, one hand held it firmly in place. Zhou Yubai walked in casually, canceled her floor with a backhand, and went straight to the top floor - the place where they had been entangled every night. "Is it turning the page so soon?" Meng Zhushu tensed his back: "I have a boyfriend, Zhou Sheng, please respect yourself." He stepped closer and lifted her chin, "A Zhu, I never thought of being reasonable." The kiss was skillful and hard, and she bit her lip before pushing him away. He lowered his eyes and looked at the blood, as if he had finally confirmed something, and gently brushed the corner of her lips with his fingertips. "Azhu, you're awake, what should I do?" ——Possible next novel of censorship literature "Third Person Singular"—— In the third month when Qin Zheng and her boyfriend lived together, she slept until dusk after a typhoon night. After taking a shower, she put on her boyfriend's shirt and went to the kitchen to cook noodles, her hair still dripping with water. As soon as she arrived in the living room, she found someone sitting on the sofa, folding clothes scattered on the floor. She had taken them off while watching a movie with her boyfriend at night, and now they were neatly folded and placed on the coffee table. It's her boyfriend's former roommate, the legendary computer genius. Jin Cong felt the sight and looked up at her. His eyes stayed on her long wet hair and exposed slender legs for a while, and then quickly moved away. "I'm here to get some old things," he continued, "your clothes are all on the floor." Qin Zheng nodded and raised her hands to close her collar, feeling that such a conversation was a bit awkward. - Later, her boyfriend frequently went on business trips, and Jin Cong would occasionally come to pick up things. Each time, he would just stand at the door and never say much. As autumn deepened, Qin Zheng had a fever one day and fell asleep on the sofa. When I woke up, I found warm water and medicine on the coffee table, and a men's umbrella in the hallway. Later, she was drunk at a wine party, and Jin Cong sent her home. He helped her tidy up her hair and asked in a low voice: "Do you remember that night?" Qin Zheng pretended to be drunk and said nothing. With a smile in his eyes, Jin Cong said close to her ear: "Actually, your boyfriend doesn't love you that much." - A long time later, Jin Cong still remembered that wet evening. A small light was on in the kitchen, and her shadow was vaguely visible in the mist. He never wanted to cross paths with her. But when he left that day, he suddenly felt curious—— How does it feel to be loved by someone like Qin Zheng? Purpose: Live your own life