Second Marriage: A wealthy abandoned husband

Xia Yiling pushed really hard, Murong Qingcang was unprepared.He staggered back two steps, but Xia Yiling took the opportunity to escape from the side.

What did she just say?Will she still feel sorry for him?

Murong Qingcang chased after Xia Yiling, he wrapped one arm around her slender waist and the other around her neck.

He greedily absorbs the warmth from Xia Yiling's body, he is resentful and eager,

"You want to leave after throwing another sugar-coated cannonball, don't you? Can you stop doing this, don't leave, and make your words clear..."

Xia Yiling bit Murong Qingcang's arm hard, her mouth smelled of blood.

She turned around and punched and kicked Murong Qingcang, she scratched his handsome face.Yes, she doesn't need to pretend anymore, she's a shrew now, she wants to let off steam,

"Yes, yes, I am the one who abandoned you cruelly, I am the one who empathizes with others, and I am the one who loves vanity. You let me go, why are you hugging me..."

Xia Yiling was sobbing, she choked up tears.People all over the world can blame her, but Murong Qingcang should be different!

When she was 18 years old, she went to England alone. She had nothing in her pocket except a bank card given by Xia's family, and the breathless mountains on her shoulders.

She is just a child, and her English communication is not yet mature enough to handle all daily communication. Her six years have been like English, stumbling and growing up.

The British breakfast is a constant sandwich. God knows that she has been annoyed for a while because she missed her mother’s hot soup buns; When she couldn't enjoy her sister's cooking skills and smiled, she was dying of pain.

One night, on her way back to the dormitory alone, she met a pervert.

He was slovenly and reeked of alcohol.He grabbed her by the hair, dragged her to a dark corner, tore her clothes and molested her.

When crying was ineffective, she touched the sharp knife on the satyr's waist and stabbed him in the chest.

After the pervert fled, she wiped away her tears and blood, and calmly returned to the dormitory in tattered clothes.

She no longer has a shoulder to rely on, she is not qualified to be timid and cowardly, she must be strong.

Murong Qingcang knows how painful it is to have his left and right arms cut off; how painful it is to have his heart hollowed out; how painful his body is to be twisted by a knife day and night.She lost a boy named "Xiaopi" in her life, and she never came back in her life.

Will there be anyone like that boy, when he finally ate fried chicken legs, he always took out the chicken legs from his pocket like a treasure, and then laughed contentedly after seeing the oil stains on the corners of her mouth full of appetite;

Will there be any people who, after seeing her envious eyes cast on the people in the swimming pool, will be so stupid to build four walls with cement in their yard, then spread foam on the bottom, pour it full of clean water, and let her fly;

Will there be someone who, after hearing someone scold her mother as a "dead widow", knocks on the window of other people's house at night, and even when the head is bleeding from the beating, he still stands firm and guards her everything.

That little ruffian who loved her to the bone, she abandoned him, and she dug a gap with her own hands.

If Murong Qingcang was in so much pain because of losing her, how could her pain be less than his?

So even if the whole world spurned her, he should be different.Even if these right and wrong grievances are separated, and there is a gap of six years, at least his heart should be as pure as hers.

Xia Yiling was tired from fighting, she lowered her arms and let Murong Qingcang hug her.

"Today is my birthday, spend the day with me." Murong Qingcang stroked Xia Yiling's beautiful hair.

Perhaps because of her temper, the mood of both of them tended to be peaceful.

"No, you didn't smash my fried poached eggs, you didn't dislike me... Oh no..."

Xia Yiling pushed Murong Qingcang away, the noodles in the pot had long since rotted into paste.Xia Yiling turned off the fire, stirred with chopsticks, and Murong Qingcang circled her waist again.

"In the past, you said that every time I had a birthday, you would help me realize a wish. In the past six years, you have lacked my six wishes, and now the six wishes have only become one, and you can't spend a day with me?"

"Mr. Murong, your brother and I are getting engaged soon, I..."

"How can I do this? If my mother is here, she will definitely celebrate my birthday with me. You know that she is most afraid of me being alone in this life, and now I am alone."

Xia Yiling stopped what she was doing, he must know that his mother is a love she can never repay in her life, this weakness is both accurate and ruthless.

Murong Qingcang laughed out loud, Xia Yiling's silence was the default.

He kissed Xia Yiling's earlobe, and he cheered happily, "Miss Xia, you are my girlfriend now. I'm going to take a shower now, you cleaned up the house, cooked breakfast, and I'll take you out to play."

Murong Qingcang had already walked away, Xia Yiling shook her head helplessly.

She lowered her body to pick up the broken discs on the floor, and the corners of her mouth raised. After all, she must have been looking forward to this date that spanned six years.