Chapter 2243

How are you these three years?

Ling Limu said to Fu Xiyao.

This is the first thing he said to her after three years.

Fu Xiyao's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big palm. She nodded, "well, good, how about you?"

She looked at him with clear pupils.

Ling Limu's deep eyes are what she looks like at the moment. Today, she is wearing a black lace dress, small fragrance style, with a bow tied between her neck and a pair of crystal high-heeled shoes. Without any prosperous accessories, she has been like a blooming delicate rose in three years. She is slim and graceful, with both the elegance and calmness of urban beauty and the unique beauty of a 22-year-old girl.

In his eyes, she seems to have grown up.

Ling Limu scratched his thin lips, "very good."

The voice fell, and the two didn't speak again.

Fu Xiyao didn't know what to say. She had a thousand words in her heart, but she couldn't say a word.

Then the green fruit came, "Xiyao."

Fu Xiyao looked at Ling Limu and said, "I... Go first."

Ling Limu nodded, "well."

Fu Xiyao left.

When I came to the corner, I just met the green fruit, "Xiyao, I just went to the royal family to find you, but you've come out. Didn't the queen embarrass you?"

Fu Xiyao shook his head, "No."

"Xiyao, that seems to be... President Ling?" At this time, Qingguo saw the legendary financial giant Ling Limu, and she suddenly opened her mouth.

Fu Xiyao didn't look back, but answered perfunctorily, "well."

Qingguo looks at Ling Limu in the rear. Ling Limu's tall and handsome body is hidden in the dim light. He can't see it clearly. He is still followed by his private secretary behind him. He is indifferent and cold, showing the aura of the superior. He hasn't left, and his deep black eyes still fall on Fu Xiyao's back.

"Xiyao, Ling always seems to be... Staring at you..." Qingguo whispered in surprise.

Although Fu Xiyao didn't look back, she already felt that Ling Limu's eyes had been following her. Now even Qingguo was aware of it. Fu Xiyao turned away quickly with a hot face.

Qingguo ran up, "Xiyao, do you know president Ling?"

"Not very familiar."

"That's how I know you, Xiyao. I heard that President Ling is unmarried and hasn't even talked about a girlfriend. It's a gossip insulator. I think his secretary is male. Xiyao, President Ling has been staring at you just now. His eyes are not taboo. He... Seems to..."

Before Qingguo's words were out, Fu Xiyao directly interrupted, "Qingguo, what do you want to say?"

Fu Xiyao's slapped jueli's small face became serious. Qingguo coughed quickly and got back to business. "Xiyao, just got the news, the queen has just proposed cooperation to President Ling. President Ling didn't agree, but he didn't refuse. President Ling's attitude is very free. I don't know what he's thinking?"

Fu Xiyao screwed up Xiumei. She didn't know what Ling Limu was thinking.

She married him. In the past, he wouldn't cooperate with the queen to deal with Edinburgh, but... It seemed to everyone that she abandoned him in prison three years ago. She and he had divorced.

Now he is successful and famous, and she is just the kind of woman who is treacherous, realistic, vain and extremely bad in everyone's eyes.

"Qingguo, please contact president Ling personally to see what his attitude is, and then think about countermeasures." Fu Xiyao said.

Nodded, "green fruit."

……

After their marriage, Fu Xiyao and Gu Yelin lived in a villa in Nangang Bay. Gu Yelin is still competent in this fake marriage. As long as he comes back, he will come to Nangang bay to live and play with Xiaodou, although he spends 350 days a year flying outside.

At Nangang bay villa, Fu Xiyao told Xiaodou a story. Xiaodou had fallen asleep sweetly. At this time, Fu Xiyao's mobile phone rang and called.

Fu Xiyao covered the small pocket with a quilt, and then went out of the room to connect the phone, "Hey, green fruit."

"Xiyao, I have contacted president Ling, but President Ling's secretary directly blocked me back. I didn't even see President Ling's face."

“…”

"Xiyao, what should we do now? If President Ling cooperates with the queen, the consequences will be quite serious. Why don't you... Go to President Ling in person? Aren't you... Old acquaintances?"

Qingguo's voice went down, because Qingguo intuitively knew what story Xiyao had with Ling

Fu Xiyao hung his slender feather Jie, "hang up first."

She hung up.

Holding the mobile phone in the palm of her hand, Fu xiyaobei gently bit her purplish lower lip with her teeth. After much consideration, she picked up the mobile phone again and turned out the number sent by Qingguo.

She dialed the number.

The melodious bell at the other end rang once, and then was connected without delay, "Hello, who is it?"

Not Ling Limu, but he Chen, Ling Limu's private secretary.

Fu Xiyao said, "Hello, secretary he. I'm Fu Xiyao. Can you connect me with President Ling? I have something I want to talk to him about."

"Hello, Miss Fu. The president is not in the company now and has gone home. If Miss Fu wants to see the president, she can go to Villa 99 now."

Villa 99.

Fu Xiyao's clear pupil suddenly contracted.

……

Villa 99.

The maid opened the door of the villa. "Who are you, please?"

Fu Xiyao politely scratched his lips, "Hello, my surname is Fu. I'm looking for president Ling. Is he there?"

"Sir, please come in, Miss Fu."

Fu Xiyao came in. She raised her clear Jian Tong and looked at the villa. She hasn't been here for... Four years.

This is... The new house where she married Ling Limu.

She didn't expect him to live here alone.

"Miss Fu, please sit down first. Sir has something to do. Come back later and I'll pour you a cup of tea." The maid withdrew.

Fu Xiyao stood alone in the living room. She looked at every inch of the design and decoration here. Nothing had changed. It was the same as it was many years ago.

As if a feather gently crossed her heart lake, making her a little painful and itchy. Everything in the past can always touch the string at the bottom of her heart so easily.

She lifted her feet uncontrollably and went upstairs.

When she came to the door of the master bedroom, Fu Xiyao reached out and gently pushed open the door.

There was no one in the room. It was quiet.

Fu Xiyao stepped forward and came to the bedside. She hung down her slender feather, and the clear pupil was slowly covered with a layer of glittering water light and red silk quilt. There were also two pillows on the bed, one for him and one for her. The tunnel of time suddenly took her back. Everything here was the way she left.

Fu Xiyao raised her hand slowly, and her soft white finger fell on the pillow