Crippled Master's Young Wife

"Well, thank you for bringing me back. I went first."

Xia Ling politely greeted Fu Xichen and prepared to get off.

She has to keep up with someone and don't let him add fuel to her husband.

"You're welcome, sister-in-law. Good night."

Fu Xichen smiled and opened his mouth. Seeing Xia Ling get out of the car and run forward in a hurry, he couldn't help shaking his head.

What a pair of friends.

At Fu's villa, Xia Ling held his bruised wrist and twisted Xiumei. He looked at Fu Yunting striding upstairs and muttered in his heart.

He hurried up and saw Fu Yunting enter the master bedroom. Xia Ling hurriedly pushed the door in.

Looking around, I didn't see anyone inside.

Fu Yunting is not here?

Xia Ling pursed her lips and looked at the way Fu Er Shao entered at will. Her apricot eyes were full of disapproval.

This man is really casual.

Can you go in and out without the owner's consent?

No matter how good the relationship between the two brothers is, it can't be like this.

Being looked at with strange eyes, Fu Yunting was not comfortable, and he was even more angry.

When will he have to look at people's faces when he goes back to his home?

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a man? Go out and I'll change my clothes."

Xia Ling: "

Why should this man dictate to her?

As if he were the master here.

"Fu Er Shao, this..."

"Don't talk to me. As I said, my brother and I are just like one person. Get out now."

Fu Yunting categorically interrupted Xia Ling's next words. A handsome face was full of impatience.

Xia Ling pursed her lips and wanted to challenge him, but she thought of one thing and immediately withdrew from the room with a low eyebrow.

She forgot that she promised Xia Zhenqing to win the outsourcing contract.

Why don't she take the lead and ask him while Fu Er Shao is here?

Thinking, Xia Ling quickly ran to her room and took out the manuscript to sort it out.

Take a deep breath. Xia Ling leaves the room with the design draft in her hand, but finds Fu Yunting changing clothes and entering the study.

Xia Ling: "

You really don't treat yourself as an outsider.

Xia Ling shook her head and didn't think about those first. She knocked on the door of the study with the manuscript.

When the door was opened, Fu Yunting saw that it was Xia Ling again, and his face sank.

Trying to get rid of him again?

Is it over?

"Fu Ershao, is it convenient now? I want you to help me see the design draft."

Xia Lingyang raised her manuscript and looked forward to it.

Fu Yunting swallowed the scolding from his mouth, glanced at the bright beautiful eyes, gently pursed his red lips and took a step back.

Look at the design?

Are you asking for yourself?

Fu Yunting didn't find it himself. The corners of his mouth bent slightly upward.

"Fu Ershao, have a look. This is the decoration design I made for the resort built by Fu in Beicheng. Can you give me some comments?"

Xia Ling handed over the manuscript in her hand, and a flattering smile flashed in her bright eyes.

Fu Yunting took over the sword with a slight eyebrow, but a trace of surprise flashed in his heart.

He knows about this project. How did she do this design?

Should not

Casually turned over the design draft on his hand, and Fu Yunting's eyes moved slightly.

He is very familiar with techniques and ideas. He is a rare talent.

Although there are still some green and astringent in some places, it is a very creative design draft as long as it is slightly polished.

however......

"Did you design this? It's really young. It looks like it was made by a little boy who just graduated."

He won't praise her.

Lest someone's tail go up to heaven.

Xia Ling: "

A baby boy?

Is her design that bad?

Xia Ling refused to accept it. She moved closer and began to explain, "where is my design immature? It's very creative. You see, my design combines the overall style of the resort hotel, with bright and beautiful lines, which makes people fall into it..."