Qin Fengchi's convoy left in the dust. Xiaoyu withdrew her gaze and said impatiently: "Cheng Dong, what did my dad mean just now? What did you promise him?"

I was a little sad and didn't say anything. I turned around and walked towards the villa. "Hey, why don't you talk?" Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and then quickly followed. I returned to the villa without saying a word, and Xiaoyu was still chattering behind her.

I took off my coat, threw it aside, and sat down on the sofa. Xiaoyu sat down next to me: "Cheng Dong, why don't you talk? My dad... Oh, why is your shirt soaked?" I smiled bitterly: "I was scared by your dad and sweated all over. Except for the coat, my whole body was soaked."

"Scared you?! How could it be? I think you are very intimate?" Xiaoyu was both puzzled and unbelievable: "Cheng Dong, tell me what did my dad tell you?"

Xiaoyu's reaction was fine. With the old man's attitude towards me, no one would believe that he scared me, but I was indeed scared, and I had never been more frightened than this. Finally, I understood why countless people fell down in front of money and why some people betrayed the revolution. That kind of power was too shocking, and it was unimaginable without experiencing it in person! It can be seen that the old man admired me very much, but I can't. I can only be glad that the old man did not repeatedly tempt me, otherwise I would become a shameful traitor.

I sighed, stared into her eyes, and asked back, "Xiaoyu, can you tell me your secret now?" Xiaoyu was stunned, then turned around, and after a long time, she asked softly, "Cheng Dong, do you love me?"

"What do you think?" I sighed again.

"No! I want you to tell me in person!" Xiaoyu turned around.

I was asked this question the second time today, but it was Xiaoyu's first time. I asked her the same question, and although she didn't answer me, I already knew the answer. I nodded and said calmly: "Yes, Xiaoyu, I love you."

Xiaoyu's delicate body trembled, and her eyes became soft and wet: "I'll ask you again, is it necessary to make the other person happy if you love someone?" I didn't know what Xiaoyu's purpose was, but I nodded.

Xiaoyu's beautiful eyes lit up and she said softly: "Cheng Dong, if you love me, promise me, never ask again, because I will suffer; if I tell you, you will suffer with me. But I also promise you, I will let you know this secret at the right time, okay?"

I sighed: "You have said this, so what if I don't agree?"

"Okay, don't regret it!" Xiaoyu was happy and held my hand happily. I said angrily: "Your father almost scared me to death just now, and you made a secret to block me. I really don't know what I owe you Lao Qin's family in my previous life?"

Xiaoyu smiled and asked again: "What did my dad say? Haven't you told me yet?"

"It's nothing. Your dad asked me to accompany you, so that you can be happy and happy." I don't think it's necessary to tell Xiaoyu the truth. Although it's nothing to tell her, it's better for me to carry it myself. Moreover, if Old Man Qin wants Xiaoyu to know, he will naturally tell her that there is no need for me to talk too much.

"Then... did you agree?" Xiaoyu was surprised and happy.

"I agree."

"What does it mean?"

I smiled and said, "Because I told him that we had an appointment first, you will be my confidant for the rest of your life and make your confidant happy. Isn't it exactly what I should do? Isn't this just agreeing?"

"Ah! That's how?" Xiaoyu pulled a long voice and suddenly lost her energy. I smiled and said, "But he doesn't believe it at all. He also said, even if we can hold on for the past two days, he doubted whether we can hold on for the past two days."

This is very explicit. No matter who hears her father and lover talking about such a problem, she will be embarrassed. Xiaoyu immediately blushed, shy and happy, and her head drooped, which is called low. In fact, what I talked with Qin Fengchi was just about whether she could keep the boundaries of a confidante, which does not necessarily contain deeper meanings, but anyone who listened to it would change the concept and associate it to a deeper level, so Xiaoyu was no exception.

Xiaoyu's cheeks were flushed with shame and charming. My heart was filled with tenderness and I hugged her gently: "Xiaoyu, tell me, can you keep it for these two days?" Xiaoyu was pushed halfway through by me, and she hugged her in her arms with a urge to refuse. She was already ashamed. When I heard my question, I immediately closed my eyes and buried my head.

I gently caressed Xiaoyu's long hair, and felt deeply moved in my heart. When I first met in the elevator, the soft feeling when my fingers touched it, it seemed like an unreal dream! I couldn't even believe that Xiaoyu, who was as light as a chrysanthemum, was so gentle that I hugged her. Perhaps, my heart began at that moment.

"Cheng Dong, what are you thinking?" Xiaoyu raised her head and looked at me affectionately. Her face looked as delicate as peach blossoms, full of sweetness.

"I'm thinking of you."

"Miss me?"

"I was wondering if you were the first time we met, when our fingers touched each other, were you moved by me?"

After hearing this, Xiaoyu started to laugh. I looked at her in surprise. After laughing, Xiaoyu pointed at me and said, "Cheng Dong, you are so sour and have a thick skin. Can you ask if you do this?"

I was immediately discouraged, like a shrunk ball. This little rain is too unemotional! I wasted my tenderness and beautiful language. If I changed Yaoyao, I would definitely say it ten thousand times a day.

Seeing that I was not energetic, Xiaoyu actually took the initiative to put on my face, kissed it in the wet place, then stood up and said, "Cheng Dong, you go and take a shower first, change your clothes, I'll get some food, and then rest, and I'll take you out for a walk."

I nodded, grabbed a few pieces of underwear and went to take a shower.

After I came out, Xiaoyu had already prepared lunch. I went over and saw a plate of beef, a plate of Italian ham, a plate of fried eggs, and a few slices of bread. The only high-end one was a bottle of German Franciscan wheat beer. After working for a long time, only the fried eggs were made by her, and the others were cut a few times. And if I hadn't seen the white white eggs of a few eggs, I would have thought the plate of fried eggs was scrambled eggs.

After taking a few bites, I couldn't help but shake my head secretly. Xiaoyu's cooking skills are really uncommon. In terms of cooking skills, among the few women I have tasted, Li Xiaoru can definitely rank first, followed by Yaoyao, then my mother, then Qianhui, and finally... Hey, Xiaoyu's level should not be qualified to be on the list.

Xiaoyu looked at me and asked carefully: "Cheng Dong, is the dishes I cooked... not to your taste?"

"How can I be, I am never picky about food."

"What do I think of you...it seems to be like eating?"

"No, I'm mainly used to eating rice."

"Do you like to eat rice? That's great! I'll make arrangements for you tonight and you're satisfied with the package! Now you can eat something casually."

In order not to disappoint Xiaoyu, I deliberately ate it and swallowed a bunch of things into my stomach. Xiaoyu is different. Maybe she enjoys the lunch she made by herself, or maybe she is intoxicated by the warm atmosphere of this small family, smiling happily while eating, and looking at me with deep affection from time to time. I can't help but sigh that as long as Xiaoyu is happy, even if she uses her poor cooking skills for the rest of her life, I will be willing. But if I have Yaoyao, I am destined to be sorry to them. If I could eat Yaoyao's meal every day, say love words with Yaoyao, hold Xiaoyu and chat, and the three of them would have loved each other, how good would such a day be.

After lunch, I went to the guest room to rest. At three o'clock in the afternoon, Xiaoyu woke me up and said I would take me to see. I put on my clothes and went out. Xiaoyu was sitting in a sky blue BMW, waiting for me.

I got into the car, Xiaoyu stepped on the accelerator, and Hong Kong sightseeing officially began.

The BMW car headed north, passed through the extremely prosperous Central Ring Road, and then passed through the tunnel into the Kowloon Peninsula. Xiaoyu was extremely excited, chattering all the way, and took the initiative to become a tour guide. I was full of joy. Although I was just a quick look and passed by, I also left a lot of deep impressions and many places seemed familiar. My generation was too influenced by Hong Kong movies. Although I was not a veteran movie fan, my preference for Hong Kong films was not overnight. Many buildings and neighborhoods made me involuntarily in the plot of some classic films. Unfortunately, the glory of Oriental Hollywood is gone forever.

For some reason, Xiaoyu took me into a small movie street, which seemed to be mainly screening restricted films, with many third-level film advertisements. Xiaoyu smiled wickedly and kept peeking at me with the corner of her eyes. I laughed in my heart. Xiaoyu was still too tender and thought that this kind of thing could make me blush and heartbeat. I have always disdained the third-level films. In order not to disappoint her, I deliberately screamed, Xiaoyu, watch it! The female actor in "Salty Wet" looks very similar to you! As a result, Xiaoyu turned out in anger without reminding me. In fact, the female actor was not like Xiaoyu at all. Not only was she not as beautiful as her, but her figure was not as round and seductive as my Xiaoyu.

Under the guidance of Xiaoyu, an enthusiastic but not very competent tour guide, I learned a lot of Hong Kong city styles, such as the Avenue of Stars, the Hong Kong Art Museum, the commercial district, and the cultural street. On the way, I also saw several advertisements and plaques with Andy Lau inscriptions. It turned out that artists could also write inscriptions in Hong Kong, but artists generally do not have such honors in the mainland. However, by heart, Liu's calligraphy is indeed good, much better than many so-called cultural celebrities in the mainland.

Two hours later, I began to get tired of it. First, many places in Hong Kong were similar, and second, the place names in Hong Kong were too uncreative, so I couldn't bear it anymore. Almost all the seas were called bays, countless places were called mouths, corners, and there were more than a dozen or so Xiaoye Parks along the way, which made me dizzy. After dark, the BMW returned to Hong Kong Island, and I felt a little relieved, thinking that the annoying sightseeing could come to an end, but the real pain had just begun.

Xiaoyu parked the car in front of a fast food restaurant and took me to dinner. He said that he had heard that I loved rice and arranged it specifically for me. Xiaoyu was so gentle and considerate that I was extremely moved.

Xiaoyu blew pork chops, curry rice and milk tea, and solemnly told me that although these diets are ordinary, they represent the crystallization of Hong Kong people's wisdom. Having not eaten these things means that they have never been to Hong Kong. I was secretly laughing. Chinese people always like to love the house and the black house and proclaim themselves. A dragon and tiger fight allows us to deeply understand why the Xinhai Revolution broke out in Guangdong; a big Yellow River carp, we express our feelings about the long history of the Chinese nation; a mapo tofu, we admire the hard work and wisdom of the Sichuan people. How can we get it? What logic is it! I didn't expect that Hong Kong, which has been baptized by Western civilization for more than a hundred years, is no exception.

Soon, the waiter put all the things on. Lady gave priority. Xiaoyu took the first portion and I took the second portion. When I served the curry rice, the waiter spoke very politely, "The jar is full of 10,000 yuan, and it is the best duck portion, Lei Hun, ask." After Xiaoyu's translation, I realized that he was talking about "Tonight's curry rice is the last portion, you are so lucky." I am so honored to catch the last portion, so I must try it.

Wow, Hong Kong people are really there. The amount of curry rice is really quite large. You can use a large spoon of porridge in the north to serve two spoons. I shook my tongue, smacked my lips, and was full of hope, and took a big bite of Hong Kong people's wisdom with great enthusiasm.

Damn! I almost didn't spray a table, what's the taste of this thing? I swear to God that I have never been picky about food since I was a child, but I have never eaten something more unpalatable than this. In order not to lose my composure in front of the beauty, and to respect the crystallization of the wisdom of the Hong Kong people, I decided to swallow the pain, even if I rinse it in my stomach with water. I pretended to be calm, picked up the milk tea, and took a sip.

Damn it! I declared that the swearing just now was invalid! I finally ate something more unpalatable than curry rice, which is milk tea! This thing is sour and a little smelly, and it can be given to people to drink! I unconsciously thought of a liquid related to the human body, and I suddenly lost my appetite.

Looking at the last "super real" curry rice in front of me, and the cup of liquid, I was in tears!

Seeing that I only took one bite for a long time, Xiaoyu couldn't help but ask, "Cheng Dong, why don't you eat? This was specially arranged for you!" I forced a smile and said, "Eat! Why don't you eat? I'm still savoring the bite just now!"

"Do you like to eat? That's great! Then my serving is also..."

I was so dizzy that I quickly refused, and said angrily: "No, no, you have been on the plane for a long time and drove me around for so long. How can my body be able to eat without eating? You must eat it!" I concealed and bluffed, but full of love. Xiaoyu looked at it affectionately and happily took the curry rice back. I said intimately, "It's so dangerous!"

Looking at the things in front of me, my head was getting louder, but for Xiaoyu, I had to eat them. After helping me recover from acrophobia, Xiaoyu never mentioned a word for my self-esteem. I heard that I like to eat rice, and I had made such a hard arrangement. It was really unreasonable if I didn’t eat it.

I gritted my teeth and fought hard!

It is better to have a short pain than a long pain. I endured huge pain and torture and wiped out a large pile of curry rice at an astonishing speed. When I saw the time, I saw one and a half minutes. The waiter, Xiaoyu and the diners around were all stunned. I looked at everyone and smiled awkwardly: "The taste of curry is delicious!"

But I said I was not used to that cup of liquid and didn't drink anything. The pork chop was quite worthy of my appetite, but unfortunately my stomach was filled with damn curry rice, and I couldn't eat it even if I wanted to. Alas, I've been to Hong Kong for a day and didn't have a serious meal. I'm depressed!

Xiaoyu was quite satisfied with my performance. After getting in the car, she took the initiative to give me a kiss mixed with the smell of curry and milk tea. Is it worth it to exchange for a kiss at such a deep price? The answer is yes. Finally, I realized that loving someone is a price to pay!

We ran to Wan Chai Port for the last show tonight: a night tour of Victoria Harbour.
Chapter completed!