Rich and poisonous love: Husband, please love me

Facing this sensitive question, Shui Xi smiled stiffly: "I got a cold from the wind, so I dressed like this."

"Isn't it? How did I see the red spots on your neck?" Yang Xiaoqing saw the red spots on the uncovered neck with sharp eyes, and pulled off her collar with her hands. There were red marks, she exclaimed: "Ah, there are so many..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Shui Xi covered her mouth: "This is the office area, don't shout so loudly."

Yang Xiaoqing nodded clearly, and then Shui Xi took her hand away.

"Be honest, how did you get these red marks? You must have these red marks all over your body?" She looked at her with ambiguous eyes.

"No." She blushed and denied.

"Really not? Then I'm going to take off your clothes to check." Yang Xiaoqing teased her, and was about to take off Shui Xi's clothes, but she hurriedly held her hands down and gave her an annoyed look.

"Be honest, which man left the mark on you." Yang Xiaoqing intends to gossip to the end. She is lively by nature, and her office work is too dull and boring. It is rare that there is something that can be entertained, so she will not let it go easily.

Not wanting Yang Xiaoqing to know that she has something to do with Ling Muze, she glared at the gossip: "I won't tell you."

"Come on, come on, look at the red marks all over your neck, the battle was fierce, he must be a tough guy."

Thinking of Ling Muze's excessive demands like a rebellious cheetah, Shui Xi's face flushed red involuntarily.

Shui Xi's expression made Yang Xiaoqing approach her in an ambiguous tone: "He really is a hunk, show me his photo, I really want to know what that hunk looks like."

Shui Xi was so startled that he opened his mouth and said, "I, I don't have a picture of him. We just met each other not long ago."

She was telling the truth, she and Ling Muze had just known each other not long ago, and there was really no picture of him.

Thinking of the photos, she felt a little regretful.

There are so many women who are obsessed with him, she really should secretly take photos of him while he is asleep, and then send them to the magazine anonymously, anyway, he has so many lovers, and it is impossible to know which lover took his photos Luo photo sent to the magazine.

Thinking of Ling Muze's gloomy complexion when he saw the photos of himself published in magazines and newspapers, he felt an indescribable joy.

"Shui Xi, you're finished, look at you as a shy little woman in love, you must love him terribly!" Yang Xiaoqing's teasing pulled her back from the infinite lust.

The originally blushing face was a little pale: "I didn't love him badly, I didn't even like him at all, don't talk nonsense."

Disturbed heartbeat.

Love him badly?No, she won't fall in love with him, let alone love him miserably.

Yang Xiaoqing didn't seem to notice the change in her face, and continued to tease: "You said you didn't love him. When you mentioned him just now, your face was as red as an apple. Don't deny it. Your expression betrayed you. mind."

"I don't love him so badly. Don't talk nonsense. If I fall in love with any man, I won't fall in love with him." Shui Xi's chest heaved up and down excitedly, with an angry expression, like an irritated kitten.

Yang Xiaoqing, who was just joking with her, was dumbfounded by Shui Xi's angry expression.

"Sorry, I got emotional," she apologized, realizing she was overreacting.

"Shui Xi, you are usually very gentle in the company. You don't complain at all about the dirty work and the orders of your colleagues. I always thought you were short-tempered. I didn't expect you to be so strong when you are impulsive." Yang Xiaoqing swallowed waterway.

Shui Xi smiled at her in embarrassment.

Yang Xiaoqing was determined to gossip to the end, and then asked: "You sound like you are very dissatisfied with him, so why are you with him?"

Just when Shui Xi didn't know how to answer her, a clear voice sounded.

"Shui Xi, I have an interview mission now, you go with me." Wearing a professional suit, Xia Lan stood in front of them with a beautiful face.

Shui Xi wanted to get rid of Yang Xiaoqing's questioning for a long time, so he nodded quickly and agreed: "Okay, I'll go with you."

Xia Lan didn't say much, and walked towards her desk. Shui Xi picked up her bag and hurriedly followed.

Seeing Shui Xi leave, Yang Xiaoqing pursed her mouth in boredom, busying herself with the work at hand.

After Xia Lan took the interview toolbox, they walked out of the office together.

In the elevator, Shui Xi asked, "Bian Xia, who are we going to interview today?"

"The president of the Morning Group."

She saw a slight blush on Xia Lan's usually calm face.

She has never been interested in gossip, but she is really curious about what kind of man can catch her eyes for a person as demure as Xia Lan.

She thought to herself to take a closer look at the president later, how much charm does a woman like Xia Lan fall in love with.

In fact, for so many years, the first woman she admired was Xia Lan. She even secretly wanted to be a woman like Xia Lan, who would be calm about things, treat people with courtesy, be neither arrogant nor impetuous, and be calm. Like a clear lake.

She always thought that the kind of indifferent woman like Qingcha can only be found in books, and she has always longed for herself to be such a woman, calm as water, not exaggerated, not pretentious, and Xia Lan is such a woman, let She can't do without admiration.

She even thought this way more than once, if she could marry a woman like Xia Lan, that man must be very outstanding and very happy.

"Is there something on my face?" Sensing Shui Xi's gaze, she lowered her eyes and asked.

She shook her head in embarrassment, and turned her head away from her.

My heart was full of anticipation, and I was really curious about what the man who made Xia Lan show a blushing expression looked like.

Today, in the banquet hall in the early morning, Ling Yucheng, the president of China's top beverage group and whose career is booming recently, officially held a new beverage launch conference, attracting a large number of reporters and his admirers to come to interview and shoot.

The reporter was related to Ling Muze, but he rarely showed up in front of the media before today. Ling Yucheng, who has always been low-key, was full of curiosity and prepared a lot of questions to ask him.

Shui Xi followed Xia Lanlai and squeezed to the front.

Shui Xi frowned uncomfortably for the reporters crowding around in order to get first-hand information.

Looking up at the seats, except for one seat in the middle, which was empty, the other seats were occupied by the leaders of the group.

Shui Xi, who was stepped on by several feet, was very upset. Seeing that the president in the early morning hadn't appeared yet, she couldn't help being very dissatisfied with that president, and she hated things like throwing big names.

Before meeting President Chen Chen, Shui Xi's impression of him was greatly reduced.

Glancing at Xia Lan who was at the side, she saw that she frowned slightly, with an expression of unconcealable nervousness, Shui Xi's heart skipped a beat.

That look showed that he liked someone.

I couldn't help but feel worthless for Xia Lan. A man who throws big names, doesn't respect others, and makes so many people wait for him is mostly not much better.

Just when she was worried about Xia Lan, someone in the crowd shouted excitedly: "Come on, come on, the president is out..."

The crowd suddenly surged up, crowded left and right, and screamed continuously.

"Ah... so handsome, so delicious."

"Yeah, it's so masculine, even the tight lips are so tasteful..."

"It's really worthy of being related to Ling Muze, who looks amazing!"

． ． ． ． ． ．The crowd screamed and cheered constantly, Shui Xi was stepped on several times, and she was already injured, and she was in pain from being pushed hard, so she couldn't hear what those people were yelling at all. He just tried his best to squeeze out of the crowd.

Finally, the hard work paid off, and she finally squeezed out of the crowd with her hard work.

Her breathing became much easier, and she was about to bend over to rub her sore feet when she suddenly met a pair of eyes staring at her coldly.

Her eyes were wide open, and she looked at the man in front of her in disbelief, whose eyes passed through the crowd and landed on her.

Ling, Ling Yucheng.

She held her breath in amazement.

She only knew that he had a company before, but she never asked about it, and always got along with him with the simplest mentality.

Early morning group, early morning, Ling Yucheng. ． ． ． ． ．There are countless connections among them, she should have thought of it long ago.

In front of him, he was meticulously dressed, with outstanding temperament, handsome and elegant appearance, very handsome, but obviously thinner than before.

Seeing him looking at her with that cold gaze, no longer as gentle as before, her heart ached uncontrollably.

He must be very angry with her and disappointed in her.

Everyone followed Ling Yucheng's gaze to look at her, and some even took a few photos of her with their cameras without missing a beat.

Although it is still unclear what the relationship between her and Ling Yucheng is, as long as it can increase sales and attract readers' attention, making up random things is their usual method.

The sour mood that almost shed tears was broken by the sudden flashing lights.

She quickly lowered her head to avoid his sight, dejectedly.

Not knowing how to face him if she continued to stay, she wanted to escape here.

But as soon as she turned around, the voice that had whispered to her countless times sounded: "Miss, please wait a moment."

She was afraid that if she stayed for a second longer, she would burst into tears of heartache, and wanted to run out regardless, but she really couldn't bear to refute his face.

Holding the hem of her clothes tightly with her fingers, she stabilized her mind before she had the courage to turn around and face her.

Since he called her in a stranger's tone, she should also respond to him in a stranger's tone: "Excuse me, what can President Ling call me?"

Even if she didn't look at anyone, she could still feel countless eyes falling on her, and even flashing lights kept flickering at her.

The fingers holding the hem of the clothes turned white, and she didn't know how long she could last.

Under the gazes of so many people, he stepped down from the chief stage with a tall and straight figure and a calm expression on his face.

Seeing his figure getting closer and closer to her, her nervous heart almost jumped out of her throat.

I don't know what he wants to do to me?She was uneasy but pretended to be calm and stood in the sight of everyone.

He stopped in front of her, she was suffocating, and looked at him with confused eyes and a little fear.

If she thought he was as friendly as her brother before, now he is no less terrifying to her than Ling Muze.

The fear of not knowing how he would treat her in the next second pressed her nerves tightly, and she almost couldn't bear it anymore.