Crippled Master's Young Wife

Looking at Xia Ling's departure, Xia Xi was angry and stamped her feet discontentedly. "Dad, why did you promise her like this? Sister, she's really getting more and more presumptuous."

"Oh, dear daughter, I'm not paving the way for you?"

Xia Zhenqing comforted: "if we cooperate with the Fu family, our value can be increased several times. Won't you have more face in the upper class society in the future? Well, don't mention it again. Dad has his own discretion."

"Dad, I want to take part in Fu's project," Xia Xi said coquettishly.

"Well, Dad, according to you, you just stare at Xia Xi and find a chance to contact Fu Er Shao to make a good impression on him."

"Of course, Dad, you still hurt me."

"Of course, you are my favorite baby daughter."

“......”

In the office on this side, there is a deep love between parents, while on the other side, Xia Ling has begun to look up the information and prepare the design scheme.

The resort developed by Fu is located in the suburb of Beicheng. There is a 20 wide green belt in the south, connecting a lake. The north is connected with the Island Expressway, and there are high-end communities and villas in the West and East, with convenient transportation.

Xia Ling bit the pen holder, conceived several plans in her mind, and began to outline them carefully.

The day passed quickly. Xia Ling concentrated on making the design draft, and soon it was evening.

He got up and looked at the empty office. Xia Ling got up and poured himself a glass of water.

A message came from the mobile phone. Xia Ling looked at it and saw a message from her best friend.

"Ling'er, I ask you to do me a favor. My throat is inflamed. I can't stop singing in the bar today. Will you go for me?"

In a word, let Xia Ling have a moment of entanglement.

If it were the past, of course she would say yes.

But now, what if she meets Jiang Lingyun again?

"Ling'er? Don't you want to? Well, my pocket will be empty before the end of this month. If I lose my job as a bar again, I'll drink the West and north wind. Hao ling'er, promise me to sing for me once?"

Seeing that Xia Ling didn't respond, warm sent another message.

Xia Ling sighed and finally reluctantly sent a good word.

Warmth is her best friend. She helped her many times when she was down. How could she have the heart to refuse her.

"Great, love you, my spirit."

Warm made several kisses, which made Xia Ling laugh.

Looking up at the night outside the window, Xia Ling took a breath, hurriedly packed up the things on the table and left quickly.

At the zero bar, Xia Ling found the band, determined the songs to sing tonight, and began to practice with the band.

After opening his throat, he glanced carelessly and saw Jiang Lingyun leaning against the door, looking at himself deeply.

Xia Ling's heart tightened, pretended nothing had happened, moved his eyes and continued to prepare.

"Xia Ling, it's your turn."

The manager ran to urge the field. Xia Ling nodded, "here we are."

After concentrating, Xia Ling took the wooden guitar and walked quickly past the door. He hung his head slightly and didn't dare to look at Jiang Lingyun.

Behind him, Jiang Lingyun clenched his fist, restrained his impulse to hold her, and a trace of bitterness flashed between his eyebrows and eyes.

She doesn't come to the bar part-time. Now if she wants to meet her, she can only rely on her best friend to cheat her.