Chapter 1951

Xuanying's glass and ink eyes shrank suddenly, and he looked at Xia Ling in a daze.

In the past three years, Xia Ling was like a newborn. She was wearing a long Lavender skirt and pinched her tender and bony figure. Her temperament was much softer. The beauty of peaceful years made her whole person like water, with continuous fragrance and soul.

Xuanying had imagined countless reunions between the two people in his mind. How was she? He never dared to think that one day she would stand in front of him like this.

She's doing well.

Mu Yutang saw Xuanying staring at Xia Ling, but her eyes didn't blink. She whispered, "Lingling, isn't this the king of silver faces? Do you know him?"

Xia Ling slowly stopped, and a pair of beautiful eyes fell on Xuanying's handsome face. She hooked her red lips, "well, an old friend... Silver face king, Hello, long time no see."

Xuanying's heart began to ache faintly. Three years later, he met her again. She could greet him as a most familiar stranger and say "hello" to him.

She put it down.

Xuanying's throat was dry. He rolled the raised man's Adam's apple, "Hello, Miss Xia."

Xia Ling took back her eyes, "Yutang, let's go in."

"OK."

Xia Ling and Mu Yutang went into the bathroom together.

……

Five minutes later, Xia Ling and Mu Yutang came out. Mu Yutang took Xia Ling's small hand, "Ling Ling, you see, the silver faced King hasn't gone, but he's still there."

Xia Ling looked sideways. Xuan Ying really didn't go. He stood in the corridor, copied his trouser pocket with one hand, and smoked with a cigarette between his two fingers. The smoke blurred his handsome face.

He didn't lazily press his crisp back against the wall like other men. He was just close to the wall and his tall waist bowed down slightly.

When they came out, he slowed down his smoking, but didn't look up.

He stood there smoking alone. His tall and straight body was plated in the dark and seemed a little lonely for no reason.

Xia Ling felt that he had stayed at the border for too long. The border was bitter and cold. He always had a sense of loneliness.

Xia Ling took back her eyes and left with Mu Yutang.

……

Dongfang Yu prepared a special plane to send the distinguished guests to the wedding banquet away.

Xuanying got on a plane and sat down in the last row. He could just see Xia Ling in front of him.

Xia Ling is sitting with Mu Yutang.

"Hello, we meet again." At this time, the young talent at the wedding banquet sat next to Xuanying.

"Hello." Xuanying said hello faintly.

Young Caijun's eyes stayed on Mu Yutang and said with a low smile, "Sir, are you looking for angel?"

Angel？

Is this her English name?

"Sir, the one wearing the lilac dress is angel. It seems that you are one of her admirers. To tell you the truth, I also love her very much, but our chances are slim, because now many men line up to like angel."

Xuanying looked sideways at the young talent, "angel?"

"Yes, sir, don't you know who angel is?"

Xuanying shook his head.

The young talent patted his thigh, "Sir, are you kidding? Angel is now the leading fashion designer in the design industry. Since her debut three years ago, she has quickly become the darling of the design industry. Now, the new products launched by angel every season will become the wind vane of the fashion circle, and angel is also known as the fashion godmother."

"Angel became popular overnight and lasted for a long time, but Angel himself is very low-key and mysterious. Few people have seen her face."

"Those who have seen angel's true face are some upper class nobles with money, power and power. Most of them are fascinated by angel and become one of angel's many admirers."

Xuanying was shocked by these words. In the past three years, she has become such a beautiful herself.

He knows that although she has a bumpy fate, she is tough, has a sunny heart, and loves freedom all her life. Their daughter Mou Mou is just like her.

His hard heart rippled, proud and proud of her.

Xuan Ying's lips were slightly hooked, like self mockery and melancholy. "It turns out that she has so many admirers..."

"Yes, you see, angel is so beautiful, with a soft and watery charm. It's really incomparable with other women. A young girl with face and talent will definitely choose the best man."

The best man

He's not.

Xuanying asked himself that his past self was dark, inferior and distorted. He slapped her in the face and whipped her with a whip. He didn't protect her when others stabbed words on her face. He showed her his ugliest side incisively and vividly.

She forgot the past, forgot him, so good, so best.

What face does he have to haunt her now?

How can he keep her?

Xuanying thought of his body again. His side had been abandoned.

"Oh." He closed his eyes gently.

……

The plane landed and everyone got off the plane.

Xuanying walked out of the airport hall, and his glass and ink eyes accurately captured the Qiao shadow.

Xia Ling changed her lilac dress, wore a small fragrant coat and straight black pencil pants, which gave her a sense of youth and fashion.

Mu Yutang said goodbye to her and left first. Xia Ling stood alone by the roadside.

Xuanying came forward with the car key in his hand. "It's hard to take a taxi here. I'll see you where you go."

Xia Ling turned around. There was a white T-shirt in xiaoxiangfeng's coat. There was a wide pair of sunglasses hanging on the collar of T-shirt. Her beautiful eyes fell on his handsome face and politely and distantly hooked her red lips, "silver face king, thank you, but no need."

With that, she lifted her feet and left.

Xuanying stood and looked at her. She saw a bunch of car keys in her little hand, and a red Bentley moushan parked on the roadside.

Is that her car?

Xia Ling pressed the car key, "Ding", and Mu Shang opened. She opened the driver's door and sat in.

Put the wide sunglasses on the soft and charming face with the size of a palm, slide down the window slowly, and let the breeze blow her short hair and her shoulders. She stepped on the accelerator and Mu Shang galloped on the road.

She drove away.

Xuanying looks at her. She has really changed a lot in the past three years. She can drive by herself.

Now Xia Ling has both the softness and beauty of women and the self-confidence and fashion of urban women. The fragrant fragrance lingers on my nose and makes me intoxicated.

……

At night, Xuanying parked a jeep on the side of the road. Passers-by looked at the military license plate hanging from the sky and retreated one after another.

The co pilot's window slid down slowly, and Xuanying looked at the small Western-style house of Euclidean not far away.

Then a series of vibrations sounded and he called.

It's a Zhou.

"Hey, young master, I just checked. The owner of this small foreign house is Mr. Leland."

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