Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Xuan Ying's glazed ink eyes shrank, and he stared at Xia Yuan.

In the past three years, Xia Ling has been like a new born. A lilac long skirt is holding her soft-bodied figure. Her temperament has been softened a lot. The beauty of peaceful years makes her whole body look like water. Soul.

Xuan Ying once imagined countless reunions of two people in her mind, and she had a good time. He never dared to imagine that one day she would be so brilliant and stand in front of him.

She is doing very well.

When Mu Yutang saw Xuan Ying staring at Xia Ye, her eyes did not blink, she whispered, "Well, isn't this the silver-faced king, do you know?"

Xia Xuan stopped slowly, and a pair of beautiful eyes fell on Jun Ying's face. She tickled her red lips. "Well, an old friend ... King of Silver Face, hello, long time no see."

Xuan Ying's heart began to ache. He and her met again three years later, and she was already able to say hello to him, one of his most familiar strangers, so freely.

She put down.

Xuanying's throat was dry, and he rolled a raised man's throat. "Miss Xia, hello."

Xia Yuan looked back, "Yu Tang, let's go in."

"it is good."

Xia Ling and Mu Yutang went into the bathroom together.

...

Five minutes later, Xia Ye and Mu Yutang came out. Mu Yutang took Xia Ye's little hand. "Well, look, the silver face king hasn't left, but is still there."

Xia Yan glanced at his side, Xuan Ying really didn't leave. He stood in the corridor, copying his trousers pocket with one hand, smoking a cigarette with **** in one hand, and the blue smoke blurred his handsome face.

He didn't push the stiff back against the wall lazily like other men, so handsome, he just leaned against the wall and bowed his tall waist slightly.

When they came out, his smoking slowed, but he did not raise his eyes.

He stood there smoking alone, his tall and erect body was plated in the dimness, and he seemed a bit cold and lonely for no reason.

Xia Xuan felt that he had been on the side for too long, and the side was bitterly cold, and there was always a sense of loneliness in his body.

Xia Xuan regained her gaze and left Mu Yutang.

...

Dongfang Yu prepared a special plane to send the VIPs who attended the wedding banquet to leave.

Xuan Ying got on a plane and sat down in the last row, where he could see Xia Ling in front of him.

Xia Ling was sitting with Mu Yutang.

"Hello, we meet again." At this moment, the young talent at the wedding reception sat next to Xuan Ying.

"Hello." Xuan Ying said faintly.

The young talented man saw Xuan Ying's gaze staying on Mu Yutang and whispered, "Sir, are you looking for angel?"

Angel?

Is this her English name?

"Sir, the angel wearing the lilac dress is Angel. It seems that you are one of her admirers. I don't tell you, I admire her too, but our chances are very slim, because now many men The team loves angel. "

Xuan Ying glanced down and looked at the young talent, "angel?"

"Yes, sir, don't you know who Angel is?"

Xuan Ying shook his head.

The young talent slaps his thigh. "Sir, are you kidding? Angel is now the leading fashion designer in the design industry. She debuted three years ago and has quickly become a darling of the design industry. Now every time Angel's new products are released every season, He has become a weather vane in the fashion industry, and Angel himself is even better known as a fashion godmother. "

"Angel became popular all night long and enduring, but Angel herself is very low-key and mysterious, and few people have seen her true appearance."

"Everyone who has seen Angel is really rich and powerful aristocracy. Most of them are fascinated by Angel and become one of Angel's many admirers."

Xuanying was shocked to hear these words. In the past three years, she has become such a beautiful herself.

He knew that although her fate was tough, she had a tenacious personality, her heart was towards the sun, and her life was pure and free, and her daughter Moumou was like her.

A ripple rippled in his hard heart, proud of her and honored.

Xuan Ying's lip-hook seemed ridiculous, "It turns out she has so many admirers ..."

"Yeah, you see that Angel is so beautiful, with a charming charm like water, it is really not comparable to other women. A young girl with a talented face will definitely pick the best man."

The best man ...

He is not.

Xuan Ying asked himself, the past self, gloomy, inferior, twisted, slapped her slap, took her with a whip, he did not protect her when others tattooed on her face, he showed her the ugliest side to the fullest .

She forgets the past, forgets him, and that's fine, and that's best.

What face does he have to haunt her now?

How else would he keep her?

Xuan Ying remembered his own body again, and his aspect had been abandoned.

"Oh." He closed his eyes gently.

...

The plane landed and everyone got off the plane.

Xuan Ying walked out of the airport hall, and his glazed ink eyes accurately captured the beautiful shadow.

Xia Ling replaced the lilac long dress, and wore a small fragrance coat, straight black pencil pants underneath, youthful and fashionable.

Mu Yutang said goodbye to her and left first, Xia Yang stood alone by the road.

Xuan Ying took the car key in his hand and stepped forward. "It's not easy to take a taxi here. Where are you going? I'll send you."

Xia Xun turned around, and there was a white T 桖 in Xiaoxiang's jacket. T 桖 's neckline was hung with wide sunglasses. Her beautiful eyes fell on his handsome face, and her red lips were polite and distant. , "Silver King, thank you, but it's not necessary."

After that, she lifted her foot and left.

Xuan Ying looked at her in situ, and saw a bunch of car keys in her little hand, and a red Bentley Mulsanne parked on the side of the road.

Is that her car?

Xia Xuan pressed the car key and “ding”, Mu Shang opened. She opened the door of the driver's seat and sat in.

Putting wide sunglasses on her big, slap-like face, she slowly slid down the window and let the breeze shake her short hair on the shoulder. She stepped on the accelerator and Mu Shang ran on the road.

She drove away.

Xuan Ying looked at her. She had really changed a lot in the past three years, and she would already drive by herself.

Now Xia Ling has the softness and charm of a woman, and the confidence and fashion of an urban woman.

...

At night, Xuan Ying parked a jeep by the side of the road. Passers-by looked at the military license plate hanging up and evacuated.

The co-pilot's window slowly slipped, and Xuan Ying looked at the small European house not far away.

At that moment a series of vibrations sounded and he called.

It was from A Zhou.

"Hey, lord, just checked. The owner of this small house is Mr. Lehlen."

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