Chapter 951 Driving the Car to Her Door

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Xuanying's pair of glassy black eyes suddenly shrank, and he stared at Xia Ling in a daze.

In the past three years, Xia Ling seemed to be reborn. A lavender dress pinched her soft and charming figure. Her temperament was much softer. The beauty of the peaceful years made her whole person like water, with a faint fragrance that seduced people's souls.

Xuanying had imagined the reunion of the two countless times in his mind. Was she doing well? He never dared to think that one day she would be so radiant and reborn standing in front of him.

She was doing very well.

Seeing Xuanying staring at Xia Ling without blinking, Mu Yutang whispered, "Lingling, isn't this the Silver-faced King? Do you know him?"

Xia Ling slowly stopped, her beautiful eyes fell on Xuanying's handsome face, she curled her red lips, "Well, an old friend... Silver-faced King, hello, long time no see."

Xuanying's heart began to ache slightly. Three years later, he and she met again. She could greet him so calmly and said "hello" to him, a most familiar stranger.

She let it go.

Xuanying's throat was dry, he rolled his protruding Adam's apple, "Ms. Xia, hello."

Xia Ling retracted her gaze, "Yutang, let's go in."

"Okay."

Xia Ling and Mu Yutang went into the bathroom together.

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Five minutes later, Xia Ling and Mu Yutang came out. Mu Yutang held Xia Ling's hand and said, "Lingling, look, the Silver-faced King hasn't left. He's still there."

Xia Ling glanced sideways and saw that Xuanying really hadn't left. He was standing in the corridor, with one hand in his trouser pocket and a cigarette between two fingers of the other hand. The smoke blurred his handsome face.

He didn't lean his straight back against the wall lazily like other men, which made him look handsome. He just leaned against the wall, with his tall back slightly bent.

When they came out, he slowed down his smoking, but didn't look up.

He stood there smoking alone, his tall and straight body was coated in the dimness, and he looked a little cold and lonely for no reason.

Xia Ling felt that he had stayed at the border for too long. The border was bitter and cold, and he always felt lonely.

Xia Ling withdrew his gaze lightly and left with Mu Yutang.

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

Xuanying boarded a plane and sat down in the last row. He could just see Xia Ling in front of him.

Xia Ling was sitting with Mu Yutang.

"Hello, we meet again." At this time, the young talent at the wedding banquet sat next to Xuanying.

"Hello." Xuanying greeted him lightly.

The young talent saw that Xuanying's eyes were always on Mu Yutang, and smiled softly, "Sir, are you looking for Angel?"

Angel?

Is this her English name?

"Sir, the one wearing a lavender dress is Angel. It seems that you are one of her admirers. To be honest, I also admire her, but our chances are slim, because many men are lining up to like Angel now."

Xuanying looked at the young talent sideways, "Angel?"

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

Xuanying shook his head.

The young talent slapped his thigh, "Sir, you are kidding, Angel is now the leading fashion designer in the design industry. She debuted three years ago and quickly became the darling of the design industry. Now Angel's new products every season will become the vane of the fashion circle, and Angel herself is even known as the godmother of fashion."

"Angel became popular overnight and has been popular for a long time, but Angel herself is very low-key and mysterious, and few people have seen her true face."

"Anyone who has seen Angel's true face is some wealthy, powerful and upper-class aristocrats. Most of them are fascinated by Angel and become one of Angel's many admirers."

Xuan Ying was very shocked when he heard these words. In the past three years, she has become such a beautiful self.

He knew that although her fate was rough, she had a tough character, a sunny heart, and a pure and free love for life. Their daughter Moumou was just like her.

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

Xuan Ying curled his lips slightly, as if he was self-deprecating or melancholy, "So, she has so many admirers..."

"Yes, you see Angel is so beautiful, with a soft and charming aura, which is really incomparable to other women. A young girl with a good face and talent will definitely choose the best man."

The best man...

He is not.

Xuan Ying asked himself, his past self was dark, inferior, and twisted. He slapped her in the face, whipped her with a whip, and he did not protect her when others tattooed her face. He showed her his ugliest side to the fullest.

She forgot the past and forgot him. This is good, this is the best.

What face does he have to pester her now?

How can he keep her?

Xuan Ying thought of his body again. He was useless in that aspect.

"Heh." He closed his eyes gently.

...

The plane landed and everyone got off the plane.

Xuan Ying walked out of the airport hall, and his pair of glazed black eyes accurately captured that pretty figure.

Xia Ling changed out of her lavender dress and put on a Chanel-style jacket with straight black pencil pants underneath, exuding a youthful and fashionable feeling.

Mu Yutang said goodbye to her and left first, leaving Xia Ling standing alone on the roadside.

Xuanying walked forward with the car keys in her hand, "It's hard to get a taxi here, where are you going, I'll take you."

Xia Ling turned around, wearing a white T-shirt under her Chanel-style jacket, with a wide pair of sunglasses hanging on the collar of the T-shirt. Her beautiful eyes fell on his handsome face, and she hooked her red lips politely and distantly, "Silver-faced King, thank you, but no need."

After saying that, she raised her foot and left.

Xuanying stood there and looked at her, only to see that there was a bunch of car keys in her little hand, and a red Bentley Mulsanne was parked on the roadside.

Is that her car?

Xia Ling pressed the car key, and with a "ding", the Mulsanne opened. She opened the driver's door and got in.

She put the big sunglasses on her soft and charming face, and slowly slid down the car window, letting the breeze blow her shoulder-length hair. She stepped on the accelerator and Mu Shang sped on the road.

She drove away.

Xuanying looked at her. She had really changed a lot in the past three years. She could drive by herself.

Now Xia Ling has both the softness and charm of a woman and the confidence and fashion of an urban woman. The rich fragrance lingers on the nose, making people intoxicated.

…

At night, Xuanying parked a jeep on the side of the road. Passers-by looked at the awesome military license plate and retreated.

The window of the co-pilot slowly slid down, and Xuanying looked at the small villa of the Ou family not far away.

At this time, a series of vibrations sounded, and he called.

It was Ah Zhou who called.

"Hello, young master, I just checked. The owner of this small villa is Mr. Laylon."

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