Chapter 163

But this time, the answer to Liang Jia was a long silence.

Xia Zhiyang didn't answer her quickly. Instead, he didn't seem to understand Liang Jia's voice. He just kept silent. After a long time, he finally raised his head and said in a low voice: "tomorrow I will hold a news conference, and then I will announce that you are Xia Zhiyang's daughter in front of the media."

"That's not what I asked! You know exactly what I'm asking. " Her voice is a little hoarse. His eyes were fixed on him, as if on a stranger.

The middle-aged man's eyes were black and gloomy. In the black rolling sea, he seemed to have no idea. Liang Jia knew that now his expression was more common in other people's bodies. He wanted to bury everything and never wanted to talk about it again.

What is it that he can say nothing about her mother's death! Is it true that I didn't tell her a word about my mother?

Liang Jia narrowed her eyes and closed her fingers tightly, waiting for his answer with some expectation.

However, she was disappointed. In front of her, the man didn't seem to want to answer her. He was still silent and even stood up to leave.

He turned around, paused, and turned his back to Liang Jia. Some hoarse voice came from his voice: "tomorrow, remember to come."

Actually did not answer!

Liang Jia stands in the same place, holding her fist. She seems to feel that the death of her mother may have a great relationship with Xia Zhiyang. She wants to rush forward and ask clearly, but she knows that Xia Zhiyang won't speak, even if it's no use trying to make the best of it. So she just stood there and watched him leave.

Zhou Xingchen steps forward, squints at Xia Zhiyang's lonely back, and quietly wraps Liang Jia's hand.

Just now Xia Zhiyang has heard everything he said to Liang Jia. He also knows that the death of Liang Jia's mother may have something to do with Xia Zhiyang, but it's not this news conference that matters. He doesn't want Liang Jia to go.

Because Liang Jia has been involved with the Xia family enough, in this way, Liang Jia will never be separated from the relationship with the Xia family, and he does not want Liang Jia to be hurt again. For Zhou Xingchen, Liang Jia is not hurt, which is the best.

He lowered his eyes and calmed Liang Jia's mood. When the hall was empty and the atmosphere was relaxed, his deep voice came out: "Jia'er, don't go to the press conference tomorrow."

Liang Jia's body is a little stiff, her eyes a piece of calm, just lightly asked a sentence: "why?"

"I don't want you to have anything to do with the Xia family. You have been hurt enough by the Xia family. I don't want you to continue like this." Holding her hand, Zhou Xingchen lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly. He felt that her hand was getting colder and colder, and his heart suddenly became a little flustered.

"If I say no." Liang Jia's hand was a little cold, and her tone was always flat, but at that moment, Zhou Xingchen clearly felt her heavy sadness: "Xing Chen, you know, why do I come to Xia's house. I think you know that if it wasn't for me, I would have died long ago. What's more, Xia qin'er now wants to suppress me when he comes to Ning Lihan. "

"Xing Chen, I don't want to give my things back to others. Since Xia Zhiyang wants to admit my status in front of the media, it's best. In this way, Xia qiner has no chance to turn over, and she can't harm me with the help of Xia family."

She paused, lowered her eyes, and covered her abdomen with shaking hands. At that moment, Zhou Xingchen could not see her expression, but felt her body shaking: "this is my identity, my original true identity. I don't want a person who killed my child to continue to use my identity."

"So, Xing Chen, I'm sorry, I'm going."

Liang Jia raised her head and looked straight into Zhou Xingchen's deep eyes. She looked at his sad reflection in his pupil. She lowered her eyes and held Zhou Xingchen's hand.

As soon as Zhou Xingchen's pupil is tight, he seems to see Liang Jia's long-standing pain. He is held tightly by Liang Jia's hand, and finally feels Liang Jia's trust at the moment. His eyes become more and more deep. He drops his eyes and just answers with a low voice: "I know."

The banquet went on as scheduled. The major news media were invited to attend the banquet. Among them, all kinds of high-end people from the upper class gathered. It seems that an explosive message is brewing. Now it's just waiting to be delivered. But what is it? Although there are some rumors in the circle, no one can be sure until the last moment.

Of course, for such a big information conference, everyone has his own ghost in mind, just waiting to see a good play.

The banquet hall is bright. The glass like lamps in the banquet center radiate bright and soft light. In the hall, there are comfortable violin symphonies. Various media are taking pictures of celebrities with flashing lights, while businessmen are drinking to each other from time to time. All these seem to be very harmonious.But only Ning Lihan knew what would happen in such a harmonious scene. With a smile on his lips, he took a glass of red wine from the waiter's hand and sipped it gently. It seemed that he was waiting for a moment, and then he pressed the explosion button to blow everything up.

He squinted and looked around.

Oh, Liang Jia, since you don't talk to me, I can't help it. Isn't there a good saying? If you can't wait for the sand, you'd better raise it.

The gate slowly opens, Liang Jia hooks Zhou Xingchen's hand and walks into the hall slowly under the gaze of everyone.

When Liang Jia and Zhou Xingchen came in, the hall was incredibly quiet for a moment. Even the wonderful music seemed to disappear without a trace under the people's gaze, as if there were only a couple of Bi people left between heaven and earth, and everything else was nothingness.

Liang Jia is wearing a red dress with a necklace given to her by Zhou Xingchen from the auction last time hanging on her clavicle. Her white skin matches the design of the bare shoulder, which shows her good figure exquisitely. Today, her lips are painted bright red, and her eyes are slightly cantilevered. It seems that she is different from Liang Jia, who is usually generous and dignified, but she seems to become stronger and more confident.

But for Liang Jia, it's just armed.

Standing next to her, Zhou Xingchen chose a white tuxedo. With a hint of arrogance in the corner of his eyes, he gently held the woman beside him. Although it was a simple dress, his aura suppressed all the people present.

He smiles lazily and walks into the center of the banquet with Liang Jia in his arm.

The banquet officially began.