Second Marriage: A wealthy abandoned husband

Xia Yiling felt nauseous, she hated Xia Yanshan's calculating eyes and Feng Hesheng's scrutinizing eyes, they looked at her like they were looking at goods.

"Yanshan, I'm here to say that it's still noon, let's go to Tiewei Forest after dinner."

"So urgent," Xia Yanshan leaned on the sofa, "but I feel so tired."

Even after bathing more than ten times, she still could smell the smell on her body. Xia Yiling's desperation and mocking her were vividly remembered. When did she suffer from this kind of anger?

Xia Yiling, you wait, I will slowly get back everything you have done to me, and I will not let you go.

"How long will Yanshan's environmental protection interaction take?" Feng Hesheng asked.

Xia Yanshan quickly sat up straight from the sofa, and she said sweetly, "It will probably take another four or five days."

"Ah, that's not okay, it's too slow. Director Zhang will come back from abroad in three days, and he has a big-budget movie in his hands. I've already recommended you to be the heroine, and we all need to have dinner together. How about it, Just listen to your sister and go in the afternoon."

Xia Yanshan's eyes were already shining, she nodded quickly.

Feng Hesheng got up to leave, and Xia Yanshan personally delivered it.Feng Hesheng deliberately walked up to Xia Yiling's side, stretched out his hand,

"Since you are Yanshan's older sister, Miss Xia, let's make friends."

Xia Yiling didn't even raise her head, she glanced slightly at the fat hand stretched out to her, and turned her gaze away as if ignoring it.

The air suddenly cooled down, "Sister", Xia Yanshan was a little annoyed.

"Maybe it's okay, after you finish the environmental protection work, I'll treat everyone to dinner, and Miss Xia and I will naturally get to know each other." Feng Hesheng likes this character.

Xia Yanshan accompanied Feng Hesheng to the door with a smile, Yao Fangfang approached Xia Yiling early and muttered,

"Director Xia, this man is a pervert."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .It was close to the afternoon when they arrived at the destination. There were rows of rural houses on the land, and there was a road between the houses to climb the Tiewei Forest. Strictly speaking, the Tiewei Forest grows on high mountains.

"Director Xia, this is already the 12th painting." Yao Fangfang was at a loss.

This time Xia Yanshan played with various shapes very cooperatively. Yao Fangfang drew the 12th picture, but Xia Yiling was not satisfied.

Xia Yanshan was already sitting on the couch full of complaints, enjoying her high-level treatment, and Xia Yiling took Yao Fangfang's selection of 12 paintings.

In fact, trees and figures are relatively difficult types of landscape paintings. Trees have always been a force for upward movement, and Xia Yiling really can't make any connotative expressions except scratching her head. Xia Yiling still doesn't know how to combine these two kinds of characters. Combined, so as to perfectly reflect the concept of tree environmental protection.

It is impossible to draw another profile portrait, Xia Yiling has encountered a bottleneck.

"President Murong, this Tiewei forest is overwhelming, it is the foundation left by my ancestors, what do you think?" A voice broke into Xia Yiling's eardrums.

President Murong?Murong Qingcang?

Xia Yiling was still in a daze, Yao Fangfang had already pushed her, "Director Xia, look quickly, is it President Murong?"

Their design department, including Yao Fangfang, had heard Lin Hanyan describe that trip to France in an embellished way, and they thought Xia Yiling and Murong Qingcang were a couple from the bottom of their hearts.

Xia Yiling raised her head and looked not far away, under the shade of trees, at this moment, the man with long brows like willows and body like a jade tree, is it Murong Qingcang or who?

Today, he wears a black shirt with a deep v, and a blue waistcoat over his outer cover.He wiped his pockets casually with both hands, and his steps were steady and vigorous. He looked like an ink painting in autumn.But his eyes are as cold as torches, his edges and corners are handsome, and his whole body is full of nobility and elegance.

In fact, Xia Yiling loves him the most. He wears white clothes and has cool hair. This him who has faded away from all the bustling smoke and clouds, and is as gentle as before, is a big boy who belongs only to her.

Xia Yiling heard her heart beating rapidly, and her complexion was flooded.