Honey-colored giants: Ex-wife is too hard to quit

Chapter 3 Sir, you are OUT!
Raising her head, the hatred in her eyes was as solid as she gently lifted her forehead bangs, two centimeters long, with a light red scar engraved on her forehead, which made her soft cheeks a little hideous.

She lightly stroked the scar on her forehead, cast a vicious glance at the direction of the villa, turned around and walked to the bed, picked up a thick stack of documents and looked through them carefully.

"Ling Shao: The illegitimate son of Ling Yuantu, the chairman of the Ling Group, the current president of the Ling Group, and the sole heir of the Ling Group..."

Most of the things in the information are already known to Lan and Lin. As a celebrity, everything about Ling Shao is always talked about.

Even though he is thousands of miles away in the United States, it is not difficult to know his news.

But this information is much more detailed, and many things about Ling Shao that she doesn't know are also recorded in it.

It took her a whole day to read all the materials of Ling Shao and Zhao Yun.

When she saw that Ling Shao would bring her favorite epiphyllum to the graves of her and her daughter Baobao every year on the anniversary of the death of his ex-wife Zhao Zixuan, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.

He killed the baby, killed Zhao Zixuan, and he still has the face to go to the grave to pay homage, his hypocrisy is outrageous.

He has been doing this for two years, and this is the third year.

What surprised him was that this year's flower shop's epiphyllum was actually booked.

As far as he knows, this flower shop in Ninghai is the only flower shop that sells epiphyllum in full bloom, and the quantity is extremely rare, and few people care about it. In the past two years, he has never seen epiphyllum being ordered by anyone.

He had already bid ten times the original price, but the clerk in the flower shop still insisted on reserving the only epiphyllum for that mysterious guest, which made him feel a little gloomy.

Just when he was about to raise the price to a hundred times, the florist, who was sweating profusely by his generous shot, suddenly looked behind him, with unprecedented relief in his eyes.

"Miss Lan, you are here! Here, this is the epiphyllum you ordered!" The clerk picked up the only bouquet of epiphyllum and walked past him quickly, greeting him warmly.

"Thank you!"

When Ling Shao turned around, he only saw a familiar figure walking towards the outside of the flower shop.

"Miss, please wait!"

"Sir, what can I do for you?" Lan waited for Lin to turn around slowly, looked at Ling Shao suspiciously and asked, it seemed that the situation was calm, but in fact her heart was overwhelmed.

If it wasn't for the long-term plan, she would have rushed up to give him a few slaps now, and asked him if he had any nightmares these years.

"Zhao Zixuan! How could it be you..." Ling Shao looked at Lan Dailin in shock, as if he had seen a ghost, with a face full of disbelief.

"Sir, I have to say that your skills in striking up conversations are really out. If you have nothing to do, I'll leave first!" Lan waited for Lin to suppress the anger in his heart, and said to Ling Shao in a calm tone.

"I'm sorry miss, I just recognized the wrong person! Can you give me this bouquet of flowers? It is very important to me!" Ling Shao quickly regained his composure.

Zhao Zixuan had been dead for three years, and when he saw Zhao Zixuan's body with his own eyes, they had lived together for four years, so it was absolutely impossible for him to admit his mistake.

Besides, after Zhao Zixuan gave birth, her waist is thick and her legs are fat, her complexion is dull, and her clothes are rustic. .

The person in front of me just looks very similar to Zhao Zixuan, it is absolutely impossible to be Zhao Zixuan.

"Do you want this bouquet of flowers?" Lan waited for Lin to take a deep look at him, and handed the epiphyllum in Ling Shao's hand, "Since you like it, I will give it to you!"

Ling Shao subconsciously took the epiphyllum that Lan Dailin handed over, and when he raised his head again, Lan Dailin's beautiful background had disappeared at the entrance of the flower shop.

Ling Shao was the only one left who was astonished.

He looked at the empty door of the flower shop, and muttered to himself, "How can there be such similar people in the world!"

(End of this chapter)