Ex-wife is bad

Mu Xuncheng felt a headache. When he woke up from his sleep, he found that it was already dawn.A blanket was wrapped around him at some point.

Looking at the time, it was already past nine in the morning.

He sat up from the sofa, only feeling a splitting headache, hangover hangover, he supported his head, stood up, and his feet were light.

On the sofa, a few pieces of torn paper were scattered here and there, and on the ground, they were also thrown all over the floor.

Lao Zhou came out of the kitchen, saw Mu Xuncheng woke up, and hurried over.

"Master, are you awake?"

"Why am I sleeping here?" Mu Xuncheng sat down on the sofa again.

"You were drunk last night, we couldn't wake you up no matter what we called, so we had to let you sleep on the sofa." Old Zhou replied.

"Oh." Mu Xuncheng patted his forehead, remembering what happened last night.

"Breakfast is ready. Now that you're awake, I'll ask them to clean it. I'm afraid of disturbing your sleep, so I haven't asked them to clean it." Lao Zhou pointed to the scattered papers on the ground and said.

"Well..." Mu Xuncheng responded casually, "I'll sit down for a while, have breakfast later, call Wu Tong and I'll go to the company later today."

"Yes, I see. Shall I prepare another bowl of hangover soup for you?" Old Zhou asked.

"No need." Mu Xuncheng waved his hand.

He sat on the sofa and recalled what happened last night. He and Wen Shizhong broke up, drank a lot of wine, and when he returned home, he saw Leng Qingxi and Ling Feier arguing. Then, what did he seem to do? Things, but he can't remember.

A servant stood in front of him with his back, busy to and fro, tidying up the table in the living room that he kicked down, and started to clean up the litter that was scattered on the ground.

Mu Xuncheng looked at the figure of the servant walking around, and picked up a piece of paper from the sofa, which should be the corner of a design draft. At first, Mu Xuncheng just glanced at it casually, and suddenly he seemed to think of something .

He stopped the servant who was cleaning: "Stop."

The servant was taken aback by his drink. This young master is usually unpredictable. Who knows what he did to provoke him again.

He stood there in a daze, not daring to move.

Seeing him trembling, Mu Xuncheng was a little funny: "Give me the stack of papers in your hand."

The servant handed the torn manuscripts that he had packed up to Mu Xuncheng, and asked, "Master, then me."

"Go ahead, do your thing." Mu Xuncheng started to read the manuscripts without raising his head.

Although the manuscripts have been broken, Mu Xuncheng can still see that these manuscripts are the project that he and Bai Qingxi jointly designed. It turns out that during this period of time, Bai Qingxi has not forgotten his promise to himself, and is still designing manuscripts for him.

For a moment, Mu Xuncheng felt that his chest was a little stuffy, did he really go too much last night?

He looked up at the servant who was still busy tidying up the living room, and said, "Look, if there are any other torn manuscripts like this, get them back for me."

The servant nodded and went on with his work.

Mu Xuncheng stood up and walked to the bathroom. He washed his face and looked up at himself in the mirror. His eyes were still red. He looked into his eyes and said, "Mu Xuncheng, what are you doing? What? Is it right or wrong for you to do this?"

No one could answer his question, not even Mu Xuncheng himself.

His feelings for Leng Qingxi are too complicated. On the one hand, Mu Xuncheng, who is independent, will never accept a wife imposed on him by his family, and his preconceived notions have already made him have a very bad opinion of Leng Qingxi. impression.

But the days of getting along with Leng Qingxi are not short. Sometimes, he more and more finds some advantages of Leng Qingxi, such as her irreplaceable design talent, and her unyielding attitude when faced with all kinds of difficulties. Enthusiasm.So he is very contradictory, often unconsciously attracted by some things about her, and can't help but get close to her.

But once he found out that he was doing this, he would loathe himself again, and immediately warned himself to stay away from this woman, and the way to stay away seemed very naive, that was to speak ill of her, and make the relationship between the two worse.

Mu Xuncheng didn't know why he put so much thought on this woman. He thought to himself that Bai Qingxi was quite successful from this point of view.

He walked out of the bathroom and found that the living room had been tidied up, and there were torn design drafts on the table.It seems that the efficiency of this servant is not bad, Mu Xuncheng nodded.

When he walked to the restaurant, he found Ling Fei'er sitting at the dining table. Seeing Mu Xuncheng walk in, she greeted her happily: "That's great, Brother Xuncheng, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"What? You haven't eaten yet?"

"Yeah, I've been waiting for you, Brother Xuncheng. I was in the garden just now, and Lao Zhou told me that you woke up, so I hurried back." Ling Fei'er replied.

"Booty." Mu Xuncheng gave Lao Zhou a hard look, and Lao Zhou walked out wisely.

Ling Fei'er pretended not to notice this scene, she put a fried egg on Mu Xuncheng's plate and said softly, "Brother Xuncheng, hurry up and have breakfast, I cooked this myself."

Mu Xuncheng forced a smile and nodded.

Ling Feier managed to catch an opportunity to be alone with Mu Xuncheng, of course she would not let it go, she kept talking throughout the breakfast, but Mu Xuncheng remained silent, all she could think about was last night Leng Qingxi finally looked at her own eyes.

"So, Brother Xuncheng, I may go to Paris for a few days. Although I am reluctant to part with Brother Xuncheng, this press conference is really rare. Brother Xuncheng won't be angry with me, right?"

"Damn it!" Mu Xuncheng tried hard to drive Bai Qingxi's eyes out of his brain, but he didn't notice what Ling Feier was saying.

"What? Brother Xuncheng, what are you talking about?" Ling Fei'er asked a little puzzled.

"It's okay, it's okay, you continue talking." Mu Xuncheng said perfunctorily.

"What, I said I'm going to Paris for a few days." Ling Fei'er pouted aggrievedly: "Brother Xuncheng, you're not listening at all."

"Oh, Paris, that's good, that's good, you go and relax." Mu Xuncheng said sincerely.

Seeing Mu Xuncheng's reaction, Ling Fei'er suddenly felt a little regretful. She just came back, and if she left again, she wondered what tricks that woman surnamed Bai would play again.

But the tickets for this fashion show are very rare, and she doesn't want to miss it.

She hesitated and said, "If brother Xuncheng doesn't like it, I won't go."

"How come, you go." Mu Xuncheng said without hesitation: "I've finished eating, and I still have something to do, you can eat slowly."

After saying that, Mu Xuncheng put down the tableware in his hand and walked out.

Ling Fei'er looked at the breakfast she had carefully prepared, and Mu Xuncheng barely moved. She angrily threw down the knife and fork in her hand, stared at the half fried egg, and said fiercely: "One day, I will You can only see me in your eyes."

She walked out of the restaurant and saw Mu Xuncheng sitting on the sofa watching something. She didn't disturb Mu Xuncheng, but walked upstairs silently.

Sitting on the sofa, Mu Xuncheng was a little embarrassed looking at the damaged design drafts. Although he regretted his actions, what should he do?

As a designer, he knows very well how important a complete design draft is to them, which contains the designer's hard work, inspiration, and repeated revisions and improvements.

A design draft is equivalent to a child, but now I have destroyed Leng Qingxi's design draft so easily.

Put these together?What are you kidding?That's a plot that only exists in idol dramas.

How could the dignified president of the Mu Group condescend to do such a thing, but if he really did nothing, he would feel somewhat guilty.

Leng Qingxi went to work this morning staring at two crying red and swollen eyes.

When she left in the morning, she saw Mu Xuncheng sleeping on the sofa in the living room with a blanket wrapped around her body, sleeping soundly.

Her design drafts were scattered on the ground, and she tried her best not to notice them.

Anyway, it was all for Mu Xun City. Since he destroyed it himself, it has nothing to do with her.

Having said that, distress is inevitable.

I really worked hard on this manuscript, and put a lot of her hard work into it, but now, she was trampled on so casually, how could she not feel sad.

And she didn't understand that this manuscript also contained the idea of ​​Mu Xuncheng. Many things were thought of by two people together. How could Mu Xuncheng do this.

She walked in the garden with a heavy heart, lowered her head, and suddenly said "ah", she seemed to bump into someone.

Looking up, it was Ling Fei'er.

Ling Fei'er looked at Leng Qingxi proudly, with a smug expression on her face.

"What's the matter with you? Don't you have eyes?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose." Leng Qingxi had something in his heart, and he was also brooding over what happened yesterday. If Ling Fei'er hadn't made trouble for no reason, his manuscript would not have been destroyed.

So when she saw Ling Fei'er now, she really felt like an enemy meeting.

But she doesn't have time to chat with her at this time, she has to go to work, which is different from this young lady who idles around all day.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's over. Look, my new shoes are all dirty by you. Do you know how valuable my shoes are?" Ling Fei'er has to be unforgiving, of course she won't just go like this Let her go easily.

Leng Qingxi looked at her smug look, and said lightly: "I'm really sorry, if you need compensation, go to Mu Xuncheng, he is my husband."

Ling Fei'er didn't expect Leng Qingxi to say such a thing.

She stomped her feet and said, "You, how can you be so shameless, it seems that brother Xuncheng didn't teach you enough last night?"

Speaking of last night, Leng Qingxi was also a little angry: "Miss Ling, I don't want to quarrel with you anymore. I have to go to work. As for the money for your new shoes, just charge it to Mu Xuncheng's account." Angrily left.

Ling Fei'er was behind her, and shouted angrily: "Come back to me, you shameless woman."

Leng Qingxi didn't pay any attention to her, but continued to walk her own way.

Throughout the day, Leng Qingxi was absent-minded. Although she said that the manuscript was for Mu Xuncheng, she still couldn't let it go.

In fact, Mu Xuncheng didn't have a good day. He came to the company in the afternoon, processed the documents, and then sat at the desk, staring at the pile of manuscripts in a daze.

Several times, Wu Tong walked in and saw his boss's appearance, thinking that the boss was drafting some important contract, but after sneaking a few glances, it turned out to be a few design drafts, Wu Tong didn't understand, could it be Which designer did the boss fall in love with?

When getting off work, Mu Xuncheng stood up suddenly, it seemed that this was the only way to do it.