Shadow Bride

Su Xingyu waited in place for a while, and as expected, someone came to pick her up, Lin Weilong.

After a long time, Lin Weilong looks darker than before, and his complexion is very good. When he sees Su Xingyu, he starts to scold in full anger: "Smelly girl, forget us old friends when you are good? I haven't seen you for so long. When you call, you just ask Lao Tzu to help you move things? It’s a hot day, a long way away, are you guilty?"

Su Xingyu: "...what did Ouyang Yi tell you?"

Lin Weilong: "He said your thermos was too heavy to hold, and he asked me to help. Why don't you call me directly?"

Su Xingyu: "...Yes, if it's you who I asked for by name, why don't you call you?"

Lin Weilong was stunned, and suddenly realized that he had been tricked by Ouyang Yi, and he gritted his teeth: "This stinky boy, see if I go back and don't take him off! After staying in the clouds for a long time, even the predecessors dare to call! You are obviously looking for him. Move things!"

Su Xingyu shook his wrist: "I counted me, but I still want to smash the pot, hum, hum." She was in a bad mood now, and wanted to punch someone. This Ouyang Yi hit the muzzle unconsciously.

Lin Weilong picked up the thermos barrel by her feet and relaxed. Can't help but despise: "I said you are too weak, you can't carry such a weight? It's only for two people...for two people? Who are you bringing the meal for today, brought it to the edge? He was talking, as if he had discovered a new world, and looked at Su Xingyu in horror.

Su Xingyu walked forward with him holding the trophy, and sighed, "My husband works at Edge."

Lin Weilong showed an exaggerated expression: "Your husband turned out to be a sharp edge? Tsk, it's amazing. I heard that the employees of Edge Edge can get 25 months' salary a year, and there are various dividends at the end of the year. Is it true?"

Su Xingyu wanted to sigh again: "I don't know..."

Lin Weilong made a fuss: "Don't you know? Are you not his wife? Don't tell me you don't care?"

Su Xingyu now regrets asking someone to help carry things, even if it is a big man like Lin Weilong, the look of gossiping is really scary. She said feebly: "Anyway, I haven't seen him get a salary of 25."

"Oh..." Lin Weilong got it wrong, and he was silent for a moment, then consoled her, "It doesn't matter, Xingyu, I think you are so young, and your husband is not too old, right? It's okay for young people to get a lower salary at first. There is still a lot of room for growth."

Yup……

She silently thought in her heart that there is a lot of room for improvement. If the boss of Luda rises, he will become the chairman.

No longer wanting to entangle with Lin Weilong on this topic, she urged him to leave the edge and walk to the Cloud Magazine across the street.

Although Yunyun Magazine is across the street from Edge, it is completely in two styles. The whole building is made of translucent crystal glass tiles inlaid with red stone, and the streamlined design feels like a dream. If the black, white and gray buildings of the Edge Group are a solemn reef, then the building of the Cloud Magazine is a light red mermaid leaning against the reef, graceful and calm.

One cold and one warm, one rigid and the other soft, together constitute the core landmark of the eastern district of S City.

At noon, the sun flickered.

Su Xingyu followed Lin Weilong into the building and slowly climbed up in the transparent box elevator in the center of the building. Outside the elevator, the outer wall of the light red building mixed with crystals reflects light and shadow mottledly, covering the entire space, intertwined into a fairy-tale world.

This is not the first time she has come to the cloud, but no matter how many times she has come, she thinks it is so beautiful.

The bad mood of arguing with Lu Shifeng just disappeared unknowingly. When she stepped out of the elevator, her small face was already with a heartfelt joyful smile. Finding the rest area where Ouyang Yi is, she and Lin Weilong put down the things in their hands.

Ouyang Yi was chatting with two young female editors, with a scornful smile on his handsome faces, making them fascinated. Seeing Su Xingyu, he said to the two female editors that he was unaccompanied, got up and stepped on his long legs, and walked over like a catwalk on the catwalk. "Oh, the trophy is good." The first thing he saw was the trophy of Su Xingyu's street shooting contest, he picked it up and exclaimed, "It's a pity that I didn't also engrave my name. It's so nice to have me engraved with you."

Su Xingyu rarely held up the bar with him and said, "Thank you for the game."

He put down the trophy and looked at her with a charming smile: "Thank you, friend."

It is also a rare human word.

As he said, he looked at Su Xingyu's thermos: "You really brought rice? Isn't it really millet porridge?"

"Really." When she talked about this Su Xingyu, she wanted to cry, but she actually wanted to eat meat too.

"Why do you think of bringing this one?" Ouyang Yi said as he started directly, unpacking the thermos in twos and threes, revealing the thick millet porridge and a few delicate side dishes inside, "Wow, it's all grass. Are you losing weight?"

"I'm not a model. What weight loss." Su Xingyu gritted his teeth and smiled viciously as he watched him, "I'll lose weight for you."

Lin Weilong on the side suddenly remembered something: "Wait, Xingyu, didn't you go to Fengyi to deliver food to your husband? Why do you want to feed Ouyang Yi now? He is your husband?"

"my pleasure."

"It's a ghost!"

Two very different voices.

Su Xingyu gave Ouyang Yi a fierce look, fiercely saying, "Who said I brought it to you! Didn't you say not to eat porridge!"

"Did you make it? I'll eat it if you made it."

"No!" Su Xingyu collapsed.

However, Lin Weilong on the side came up to join in the fun: "You don't make your own meals for your husband. Your husband is really pitiful. Did you quarrel with him today? Otherwise, how can you bring the meal here properly?"

"He doesn't eat porridge!" Su Xingyu roared, and suddenly felt, why explain this to the two gossip men in front of him?

Ouyang Yi stared at the thermos for a while, his eyes darkened slightly, and then he returned to a smile of laughter. He stretched out a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of millet porridge, and prolonged his voice: "Millet porridge, nourish the stomach——Xingyu, does your husband have stomach problems?"

Su Xingyu was stunned, she had never thought about this.

Does Lu Shifeng have stomach problems?

She didn't know, she had never seen any symptoms of discomfort in him, shouldn't she?

"It's good, don't curse my husband," she snatched his spoon, "go go, don't mess around if you don't eat, it's easy to go bad in hot weather."

"Good, good," he returned the spoon to her, with a relaxed smile on his face, "Xingyu, first go to the dining area with Weilong to find a place to sit. I have ordered a few dishes and they should be delivered soon. , I'll go to the agent to ask, and I'll be back soon."

Having said that, he still took a graceful and powerful pace and left.