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Close your eyes, and the dream of March as a day is reflected in your mind like the punctual final train.

Since arriving in London, Zhong Ning has been having this dream repeatedly.

She reacted a bit late tonight, and when she realized it, she was already in an unfamiliar bar, surrounded by a bubbling crowd of people, as usual, the apologetic words 'I don't understand what you mean, why don't you sit down and have a drink first? The glass of wine' still lingers in my ear, apparently the blond waiter has just left.

Even though the dream has been going on like this every time for three months, Zhong Ning still picked up the camera at hand.

She took deep breaths repeatedly, and looked at the camera a little tremblingly. No matter how many times she saw that scene, it still made people tremble. All this is not as lively as it seems on the surface. On the contrary, this bar is simply It's like a corpse party, everyone is sitting and lying in different shapes, their faces are pale and bleeding from the corners of their mouths, even the waiter just now is...

"..."

Zhong Ning was so frightened by that scene that she couldn't speak a word. She slowly moved away from the camera, but everything she saw in her eyes returned to normal, and she picked up the camera again... her face turned blue and white.

"Why is this..."

Her breathing stopped for an instant, Zhong Ning tried her best to restrain herself, but the movement of picking up and putting down the camera soon attracted her attention.

There was already a man in a suit and leather shoes coming over with a vodka in the corner. Zhong Ning didn't dare to pick up the camera again. Even if he didn't look at it, he could almost imagine his head being knocked open. He couldn't stay here for a moment.

No matter what, I wanted to escape, but my body couldn't move...

There was no other way but to be patient, she knew that this nightmare would end soon.

Sure enough, the moment she bit her lips, a woman's voice rang in her ears, accompanied by the touch of caressing her cheeks, "Why are you still here..." Zhong Ning was greedy for the other's gentle touch Touch, all the hesitation and anxiety are redeemed.

She opened her eyes slightly, but couldn't see the other person's face at all.

But even so, she knew that she was safe at this time. The woman gently stroked her cheeks and slid to her neck. There was a little teasing in her words, but she didn't hate it, "...Aren't you afraid of death?"

……

Zhong Ning woke up from the dream, it was still exactly eight o'clock. "..." She sat up from the soft bed and did not recover for half a minute.

She has the ability to predict, and she has been like this since she can remember.

When she was five years old, Zhong Ning mistakenly thought that premonition was reality, so she pulled the sleeve of the neighbor's aunt and asked innocently, "Why are there policemen in front of your house?" The next time I scolded her, she didn't dare to talk nonsense.

The next day, a burglary occurred at a neighbor's house.

After that, similar incidents happened one after another, and her premonition never made a mistake. Zhong Ning was very upset when she thought of this, and she only had one dream for three consecutive months. This has never happened before. What is this kind of torture? It's time to end, there is no clue at all.

Moreover, who is that woman who is so close to him that he is a little ambiguous?

"……Really annoying."

She had to wait, and she sighed a little depressed. Suddenly, the phone lit up, and the text message came from g.

"Are you free tonight? My parents said they would invite you to have dinner at home." Still using such strange words, Zhong Ning frowned, and it seemed that she couldn't stop after class.

Throwing off the quilt, lightly stepping on the carpet with white and slender feet, she walked all the way to the clean sink. Zhong Ning looked at her slightly tired face in the mirror, and forced herself to wash and make up.

"...Huh?" The slender fingertips stopped on the top of the dressing table, Zhong Ning suddenly found that the eyeshadow was gone, her delicate eyes sank, "...it's Jingyang again."

Jing Yang, Zhong Ning's classmate who flew to London with her back then, is rumored to be the only student who originally studied broadcasting and hosting among the graduate students of the lse School of Communication. Simple, so the average score of four years passed 90 easily.

So why did Jing Yang and Zhong Ning, who was studying in the business school, hit it off right away, and the reason why Jing Yang didn't even want the rented house and came to live with Zhong Ning in the school dormitory, she explained to Zhong Ning regretfully one day, "That day At the airport, you were wearing sunglasses, high heels, and long legs. I thought you were Bai Fumei, so I hooked you up... Sigh, I didn’t expect beauty to be beautiful, and you are even poorer than me."

Zhong Ning really wanted to strangle her, what do you mean she is poorer than you, are you poor?Your father is the director of the TV station, and there are probably not many people in the entire media school who are richer than you.

She gently closed the door, went to the next door and knocked, "Jing Yang?"

"..." There was no movement.

There was not much time left, Zhong Ning raised her hand and knocked again, "Are you up yet?"

After a while, there was a muffled sound coming from the door. Someone slowly approached from the room, but asked through the door, "I don't have class today, I just woke up. What are you doing?"

Zhong Ning complained helplessly, "Give me back the bobbibrown eyeshadow, I'm going to be late."

The door opened a crack, and only the sleepy eye of the other party could be seen clearly. Jing Yang's voice was a little hoarse, "Oh, wait a minute..." "Are you afraid that I will rape you when you open such a small gap?" Zhong Ning narrowed her eyes. Eyes, I wanted to push the door open.

Jing Yang's misty eyes regained consciousness in an instant, and he exclaimed loudly, "No! Don't look at my plain face!" She closed the door again with all her strength, "You wait at the door, I hate it!"

Zhong Ning only thought it was funny, and she still didn't forget to tease her at the door, "Don't worry, little princess of the nightclub, no one can see your bare face."

"Okay, here..."

Jing Yang finally opened the door belatedly, and handed over the things, "Huh?" She suddenly glanced at Zhong Ning through the crack of the door in doubt, "Your makeup is wrong today... are you going on a date?"

When mentioning this matter, Zhong Ning couldn't help but look sad, "I just received a text message from Barry asking if I'm free tonight..."

Jing Yang nodded knowingly, "Oh, is that the friend's son your father mentioned?" She suddenly laughed meaningfully, "I live here, tsk... The rich second generation invites you to go soon, maybe it will be gone."

Zhong Ning frowned at her, "Don't talk nonsense, I just went to his house for a meal."

Jing Yang rolled his eyes, he almost hated iron and steel, "You really lack a string, if you are just asking you to have a meal, why ask his son to ask you out?"

Zhong Ning wanted to argue, "Because he wanted to pick me up in his car—"

Jing Yang dragged out the ending, "Oh my God, I still have to drive to pick you up..."

Zhong Ning blushed, "I will be late if I don't go out again, so I won't chat with you anymore."

……

Barry is from Cantonese. Because of his parents, he came to London when he was 5 years old. Since then, he has studied and worked here. How Barry’s parents met Zhong Nan is actually easier than Zhong Ning imagined.

"I seem to have heard from my parents that Uncle Zhong met when the Chinese Entrepreneurs Association went to visit and communicate. At that time, they wanted to go to China to do business, but they didn't understand politics. Uncle Zhong helped them through it." Because it has been too long since he has spoken Mandarin, barry The accent is already a bit crappy.

He asked Zhong Ning while driving, "What level is Uncle Zhong?" Seeing that Zhong Ning didn't understand, Barry repeated with some annoyance, "It means that there are many cadres such as department-level and department-level cadres, which I don't quite understand. The level of domestic government officials."

Zhong Ning found it interesting that he was trying to speak, so she couldn't help laughing and said, "It's just at the top level."

Barry breathed a sigh of relief, and finally couldn't bear to use English, "I'm sorry I haven't spoken Mandarin for a long time, maybe you don't understand it well."

Zhong Ning nodded and smiled, "It's okay, we speak English... Well, if you have trouble pronouncing my name, you can also call me Shirley."

"It's impolite, it's better to call you by your real name."

Barry is really a candid and gentlemanly man. Although it is only a small matter, he takes the other party's consideration as a matter of course. If it is not for his appearance, Zhong Ning can give him a lot of points in his heart.

"By the way, if you don't mind, I even asked someone to have dinner with me." As he spoke, he happened to arrive at his destination. Barry's phone rang suddenly, and he spoke Cantonese at the beginning, but this time it was much smoother, "Have you arrived yet? I picked her up... Come in immediately."

Zhong Ning didn't understand at all, so she didn't pay much attention, "..." She looked out of the car, but she only had one thought in her mind: Is this it?

It belongs to the Chelsea area and is one of several well-known high-end communities in London. Although the so-called real rich people like to live in more remote suburbs, where the environment is more elegant and clean, even if it is within the scope of Zone 2, it can be regarded as Quite classy.

The average price is more than 90 pounds, at least Zhong Ning can't afford to rely on her family's wealth in this life.

Zhong Ning stood at the door of the three-story white and dark red villa and sighed, saying that it would be hypocritical not to envy her.Jing Yang is right, who is the poorest among the overseas students?Looking left and right, the "second generation official" with a weak background like her is the poorest.