Second Marriage: A wealthy abandoned husband

Xia Yiling chose to sit at the back of Murong Qingcang, and the two of them had nothing to say on the way to Mu Dai'er.

Xia Yiling would rather go on foot than take a ride with Murong Qingcang, Murong Zixuan was also hesitant, only Murong Changfeng said without any grievances,

"Zixuan, are you worried about Qingcang sending Xiaoxia to Mu Dai'er? Last night, you went down to the sub-factory on the ground floor to practice. You haven't written a detailed plan for me yet."

Murong Changfeng spoke like this, and Murong Zixuan is a gentleman with a magnanimous heart, so how could he reject Murong Qingcang's good intentions and open the gap.And Xia Yiling couldn't pay 500 taels here, which aroused suspicion.

The car stopped at Mu Daier's painting studio, Xia Yiling ignored Murong Qingcang and quickly opened the car door.The painting studio was brightly lit, Xia Yiling was dumbfounded when she arrived at the design department on the 10th floor, but the design department was pitch black.

Footsteps sounded behind him, Xia Yiling turned around, and it was indeed Murong Qingcang.

His eyes were as bright as meteors that pierced the night sky, and they were mischievous and snarky. He leaned against the door, watching Xia Yiling's out of breath,

"Murong Qingcang...why do you lie about working overtime...Since you have decided to live a different life with a new identity, how about letting each other go..."

"Not good!" Murong Qingcang was concise.

He wouldn't tell Xia Yiling that he regretted what he said in the cemetery. From the moment he saw the beauty of her and Gu Wanzhi, he knew that he couldn't let her go: he wouldn't tell her that when he saw Gu Wanzhi's blindness, when he realized Her departure six years ago would have other secrets, he was full of passion, and he was overjoyed; he would also not tell her that when he clearly heard that Murong Zixuan kept her overnight, his blood boiled and he became mad with jealousy.

Murong Qingcang also knew that with the six-year gap and his mother's passing, the rift between them was irreparable, and he couldn't forgive himself and her.

He didn't know what to do with her, but there was one thing, he wanted her, and he wouldn't let her go.

If another man touches her, he would rather destroy her.

"Murong Qingcang, then what do you want to do..."

Xia Yiling's endurance reached a certain limit, and she almost roared.

And Murong Qingcang quickly entered the design department, "I don't want to do anything, I asked you to work overtime today, it's very simple...stay with me overnight."

"Murong Qingcang, you..." Xia Yiling was ashamed to say it, and she continued to question, "You clearly know that I work in Mu Dai'er, and you clearly... clearly have ulterior motives."

"Hehe..." Murong Qingcang laughed out loud, "I own Mu Daier first, and you work later. Besides, I didn't know when you submitted your resume. Could it be that you have ulterior motives, that you deliberately threw yourself into your arms? "

Xia Yiling's face turned blue from the choking, and she tried her best to breathe calmly, "Okay, let's do business. If you said that the task tonight is to spend the night with you, I'm sorry, I can't do it, I'll go first."

Murong Qingcang laughed heartily, "It's because you think too much, and you insist on doing that kind of thing after spending the night with me. I am in a good mood today, come and draw me a sketch."

amp;nbsp; Murong Qingcang was already lying lazily on the sofa, Xia Yiling was completely speechless, this constant cutting and chaotic emotions made her unwilling to be alone with Murong Qingcang for a moment, her feet were filled with lead, and she couldn't move.

Murong Qingcang saw Xia Yiling's motionless posture, his smile gradually restrained, and his eyes showed sharp light.

Xia Yiling took a deep breath, she compromised, she sat back on the drawing table, picked up the drawing board, and picked up the pen.

Murong Qingcang just helped her lie in front of Murong Zixuan just now, with his current ability and status, he doesn't need to threaten her personally, just a look from him can defeat her.

Xia Yiling couldn't make things worse for her in a situation where she was walking on thin ice.

Xia Yiling wanted to work hard, but Murong Qingcang teased her with a teasing expression the whole time.

Fortunately, within a minute, Lin Tian, ​​the secretary of Murong Qingcang, came in with a file half a meter high.Lin Tianzao, who has been with Murong Qingcang for two years, has developed a sharp eye, especially because he suffered twice in Xia Yiling's matter, how could he not appreciate this subtle aura.

So he rushed in in a hurry, and ran away like a gust of wind.

Murong Qingcang withdrew his gaze from Xia Yiling, he focused on his official duties.Since Xia Yiling returned to China, he has accumulated a lot of work.

Xia Yiling knew that Murong Qingcang was born to be the center of attention, and she loved his quiet appearance the most.With his disguise torn apart, his paranoia and violence faded away, under the soft light, his pure and innocent face looked like a... child.

Maybe Xia Yiling looked too squarely and obsessively, even if Murong Qingcang didn't raise his head, he smiled softly and said,

"If Miss Xia covets my young master's beauty like this again, and this lonely man and widow live in the same room, don't blame the young master for my thinking."

Xia Yiling let out a soft "Pooh", blushed and lowered her head.

She became more and more embarrassed, throwing layers of drawing paper on the ground, she didn't look at Murong Qingcang, and she didn't.

The two of them were "busy" each other until early in the morning, when Murong Qingcang finished his work, he had already flattened his body, and fell asleep on the sofa.

It was a bit cold at this moment, Xia Yiling told herself thousands of times in her heart, don't pay attention to Murong Qingcang, just let him freeze to death.

But she couldn't help walking towards him, she was even afraid of waking him up, so she carefully covered him with a blanket.

Xia Yiling thought of Murong Qingcang's mother, and felt a sudden pain in her heart. She always had many reasons, and she couldn't help...not caring about Murong Qingcang.

Xia Yiling couldn't stop her eyelids from sticking, and she fell asleep on the table.