Broken marriage

Chapter 45

After coming out of Leng Yihan's office, the colleagues who went downstairs one after another all glanced at Xia Yimo with strange eyes. They were both jealous and envious. She was very familiar with her, but who knew that if possible, she would like to be with any of them. exchange!
Back at her office, Xia Yimo felt as if someone had flipped through the documents on the desk again, she picked them up and put them in her bag without paying attention, and then packed things quickly, her small face was relaxed and cute Leng Yihan had a panoramic view of all this.

No one knows that the president's office is equipped with the world's most advanced surveillance system, the entire building, every office, as long as Leng Yihan is willing, he can see what the people inside are doing!
But these days, his eyes were only attracted by one woman, and he even had the hallucination just now. He had already discovered that Xia Yimo was doing other things in the company. Yimo is the Xia Yimo he knows, but she cannot escape no matter what, he will take her after wiping away all her vigor!

Xia Yimo seldom goes home now, because Xiao Zhe is in the city center hospital, so she gritted her teeth and rented a house near the hospital in order to take better care of her son!
Su Yingzhe had to see her mother before going to sleep every night. This habit of waiting had been formed many years ago, and Xia Yimo would often return to her place after her son fell asleep. Her body did not allow her to At once.

With motivation and fetters, Xia Yimo quickly completed more than half of the design drawings. Every time she completed a drawing, her heart would communicate with the author, and she could use every stroke and stroke of the author. Feeling the volatility and helplessness in his heart, they naturally merged into his emotions. They had the most primitive dialogue in the interlaced time and space, as if they had known old friends for a long time, and their souls had an incomparable fit!
Every time when continuing these design drawings, Xia Yimo felt that her soul seemed to fly out of her body and float in the air, and the blood in her body seemed to gushe out from the top of her head and return to her body after some washing, giving her a kind of Indescribably clear!

The abstract painter Picasso, how many people can understand his thoughts and consciousness?

It is said that many people once wanted to complete the unfinished parts of these design drawings, but none of them satisfied the author himself. What about her?can she do it
Xia Yimo didn't know, she was just doing her best, spending her whole life learning into these design drawings that could save herself from Leng Yihan.

One stroke, one frame, poured all her efforts into it.

When Xia Yimo completed the last design drawing, she suddenly felt that the light of life had been ignited, and the weak sparks swayed in the wind and rain, showing a kind of fragile and strong beauty.

Xia Yimo chose a sunny day to submit the draft according to the location specified above. The person who first reviewed the design drawings was an elderly man wearing reading glasses. He looked at Xia Yimo confidently, then looked at the draft again, then looked at Xia Yimo again, repeated this several times, finally nodded in satisfaction, and took off his glasses.

"Do you think it's okay?" Xia Yimo was sitting on the sofa beside her, clutching her bag restlessly with her small hands, as if she was back in elementary school, waiting for the teacher to read the test scores.

"I think it's ok, but the final decision is in the young master's hands!" The old man carefully folded the blueprints together, with indescribable seriousness and awe in his voice, and a hint of excitement and surprise on his old face. color.

"Madam, please wait for a moment!" The old man picked up the blueprint and bowed slightly to leave. As soon as he left the house, he walked like flying, like walking on clouds. Over the past decades, he did not know how many people he had welcomed or sent away. More than half of the works left by the young master completely match, this woman is the first!
After the old man left, Xia Yimo couldn't help getting up and walking to the window, looking around, the hope in her heart seemed so small and weak in the lonely courtyard, she suddenly felt that the previous inspiration was only her own one-sided Thinking about it, the author's accomplishments far surpassed hers, and even made her feel ashamed. Can they reach a consensus?

Baby, you have to help mother, Xia Yimo lowered her head and murmured, her soft smile lit up the surroundings instantly like a spring ray, it was strange, whenever she lacked confidence or despaired, she could always find strength from her child, perhaps this is the nature of a woman If you are weak, be strong as a mother!
In the other courtyard at the back, a man stood against the wind, with a black and white scarf wrapped around his neck, he was more elegant in the evil charm, his hair was flying, his face was handsome, and he blended into the surrounding scenery with a landscape-like beauty. In the middle, he smiled at the corner of his mouth, and was tracing something on the white paper in front of him with a paintbrush in his hand. His brown eyes gradually showed amber magnificence, which was breathtaking.

"Master!", Lao Fan is the manager of this classical courtyard. When he came in, he saw such a picture of people entering the scene and the scenery complementing people. The young master in the painting seemed to be ignorant of the world. The immortals in the world lack the shrewdness and calculations of businessmen, and have more of a reclusive and independent character.

"Hmm~", Su Muliang seemed to be in a good mood. He looked at a new couple diamond ring he had designed with satisfaction, and after making a few modifications, he picked up the white cloth beside him and covered it. Today is Friday In the afternoon, at this time of the week, he would come here to scatter excess inspiration. The reality made him give up his dream, and he could only soar in his own small world, not chasing fame and fortune, just to find his soul The commanding heights of your heart will keep your heart alive forever!

"Master, look!" Lao Fan spread the blueprint Xia Yimo brought on the round wooden table beside him, as if a ceremony was going on, he suppressed the excitement in his heart, observed the expression of the young master from time to time, hungrily The person who has been thirsty for so long finally ushered in delicious food, what kind of feeling is that, what is he feeling at this moment!The young master has always liked designing, but he had to give up further studies for his career, so the young master is not as good as ordinary people to some extent.

"What?" Su Muliang approached with a little doubt, there was a kind of detached confusion between his brows, until he walked to the round wooden table, and when his eyes touched the patterns spread on the round wooden table, his eyes froze. Tighten, the heart stops beating.

what did he seeEach of the half-finished works lay in front of me completely and completely, and the connection was natural and smooth, which made people feel that they were all made by the same person.

In particular, the blueprint named Shackles made him feel like he was actually there, and he almost broke through the rope in his heart and became a soaring goshawk.

Su Muliang touched the uneven water marks with trembling fingertips, and the scene of a woman crying appeared in her mind, her eyes were sore, did she feel the pain in his heart?Otherwise, why can he describe what he thinks in his heart!
It is not bad at all, impartial, as if there is a tacit understanding, and it is like the blending of souls.

"Where is she?" After a long time, Su Muliang restrained his thoughts and raised his eyes to look at Lao Fan. The amber color in his eyes had faded away, leaving the pure essence washed away.

He knew that Xia Yimo was coming, he wanted to see her, immediately, immediately!

"Yes, in the front yard!", as soon as Lao Fan finished speaking, Su Muliang disappeared. He shook his head helplessly, and put away the patterns on the table with a smile. There is a scene, the divorced young master is having a scene with this woman!

Su Mu ran towards the courtyard in front of him like a cool breeze, and saw the beautiful figures standing by the window at a glance, one in the house and the other in the courtyard, so many lingering thoughts turned into a silent air flow between the two.

These days, he tried to resist thinking about her, but he was tortured by the longing, and many things would not exist if he chose to ignore them. This kind of feeling is like being bound by a tight rubber rope, and the rubber rope will break at the touch of a finger. , and now, Xia Yimo's appearance broke the thread, and his emotions rushed out like a flood.

It's been so long, and the old man hasn't come back yet, Xia Yimo can't help but feel anxious, a little bit of warmth comes in from the window, there is no sun, no Lixia, how can this feeling come from?
Xia Yimo raised her eyes in bewilderment, suddenly her mind went blank, because she saw the man she least wanted to see.

Xia Yimo twisted her fingers, becoming at a loss, and her reaction became slow.

The footsteps were getting closer, but her heart was beating faster and faster, and she even wanted to turn around and run away!

At a loss and flustered, she suddenly fell into a warm chest, and the familiar fragrance of shower gel swept all her senses.

"Su Muliang, please don't do this!" Xia Yimo twisted her body, trying to break free, no matter how warm this embrace is, it doesn't belong to her, she can't be greedy and dependent.

Su Muliang looked at the woman steadfastly, with many thoughts in his heart, his eyes gradually turned red, the affection and sadness in his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the soul of a person, and successfully stopped Xia Yimo's struggle.

Xia Yimo raised her head and looked back at the man, mist formed in her deer-like eyes, Su Muliang's sadness aroused her sadness, and gradually a question arose in her heart, he, is he?The lonely man crying in the blueprint, thinking of this, the defense that Xia Yimo built in his heart collapsed in an instant, leaving no rubble.

The air became humid and warm, and the cold wind was no longer cold. At this moment, they were communicating with each other with eyes, forgetting themselves, he understood her, and she understood him, all the gorgeous words seemed so powerless and pale.

"Xia Yimo, you have penetrated into my soul, making me unable to let go of you even more. What should I do? What do you say?" Su Muliang gently hugged the woman into his arms, stroking her hair with his chin Whispering in a low voice, tears overflowing from brown eyes, this is the first time he has cried in his life, he is as helpless as a child, no one can understand his mood, his heart is filled with happiness like something, and happiness Uncertainty and sourness are mixed in it, and now I am sure of my heart, it is too late, everything is too late, is fate always like this?Since he and Han Yan had already made a life-and-death agreement, why did Xia Yimo appear in his life?Since Xia Yimo has already been pushed far away, why bring her in front of him again?
(End of this chapter)