The hidden marriage with her overturned

Xia Zhixing was hung up on this end, she wasn't surprised at all, but she was still a little startled.

She could feel Yun Lian's anger, and knew the reason for her anger, but she never thought that Yun Lian would be so unhappy because of her neglect.

Xia Zhixing held the phone and looked at the blacked-out screen, and let out a slow breath.

She and Yun Lian hadn't met many times at all, and their relationship was just average. If she treated Yun Lian like that last night, it's no wonder that the other party was unhappy.

For so many years, Yun Lian probably hasn't been treated like this.

This was the first time Xia Zhixing did such a thing. After all, she was taught to be a polite person since she was a child, but when she arrived at Yun Lian's place, something went wrong with her persistence.

The night had already enveloped Liucheng, and Xia Zhixing's luggage was almost packed before he received a message from Jing Qingxuan: [I'm off work. 】【good. 】

【See you later. 】

Xia Zhixing changed out of her home clothes, went to the study to get a box, changed her shoes and went to the parking lot.

She was going on a business trip to the capital tomorrow morning. After Jing Qingxuan found out about this, she immediately expressed that she wanted to have a meal together before her business trip.

She doesn't have many friends in Liucheng, not to mention she is very free now, so it is reasonable to go to the appointment.

The agreed place was at Jing Qingxuan's home, and she bought an apartment by herself.

Xia Zhixing drove to the parking spot outside Jing Qingxuan's community, and before he got out of the car, he saw Jing Qingxuan walking over with a bag of things.

She opened the car door, Jing Qingxuan smiled and tilted her head at her: "What a coincidence, this young lady met you at the door."

"Let's go." Xia Zhixing stretched out his hand and asked politely, "Do you need my help?"

"Great Painter Xia, your hands are used for painting, and they are very precious. Just let me, a little doctor, do this kind of thing."

Xia Zhixing couldn't bear it anymore: "Speak well to me." Her tone paused, "I haven't settled the score with you the last time you were acting weird in front of her."

Jing Qingxuan said "tsk" twice: "It's too much to tear down the bridge."

The two walked shoulder to shoulder and walked towards the community.

Xia Zhixing looked around, smiled suddenly, and couldn't help recalling: "The last time I came here was to help you look at the house together, and it has been three years."

Jing Qingxuan is a doctor, and Xia Zhixing is a painter. They didn't know each other at first, until Jing Qingxuan went to an art exhibition on a business trip in Beijing five years ago, and saw a very desirable painting. The girl was also looking at the painting, and Jing Qingxuan started chatting with her, talking about her own views on the painting.

It turned out that the other party was the Xia family who painted the painting. The two chatted speculatively and became friends.

"Time flies so fast." Jing Qingxuan glanced at her, and teased again, "You were single last time, but now you're married, so it's surprising that you haven't said a word."

Xia Zhixing looked ahead, her eyelashes fluttered, and she asked back, "Is it an accident? I told you a long time ago that I have a fiancée."

"Speaking of this." Jing Qingxuan lowered his volume, looked around carefully, as if talking about some top-secret gossip, "Who would know that your fiancee is her?"

"Who is she and how hot is she, didn't you count?"

"No." Xia Zhixing's expression didn't change at all. He entered the elevator and asked before raising his hand to press the button, "16th floor?"

"Correct."

After Jing Qing turned around, the two of them didn't communicate for a while. There were other people in the elevator, and there were too many people talking. If one of them accidentally leaked...

After getting out of the elevator to confirm that no one was there, Jing Qingxuan let out a breath, and continued the topic just now: "To be honest, I really like her. It's annoying, I haven't seen her roll over until now, and there hasn't been any pornographic news in so many years..."

Xia Zhixing stood at the door, raised his brows: "Then shall I ask for your autograph another day?"

"also."

"I forgot last time."

Jing Qingxuan opened the door with a curious tone: "You said I said that last time, would she believe that I wasn't talking about myself?"

Xia Zhixing pursed his lips, then shook his head irritably: "I don't know."

As soon as the key was turned, the door opened.

Jing Qingxuan shrugged helplessly: "If she thinks I'm talking about you, then it's none of my business. I answered another girl's question. This is the series I have a friend who is myself."

Having said that, Jing Qingxuan's face was filled with a successful smile that disturbed the muddy water.

The "friend" she mentioned was herself, but she wanted to give Yun Lian the illusion that she was not herself.

Xia Zhixing heard the words, and the appearance of Yun Lian coming to the wedding room last night flashed in her mind again. She didn't know why Yun Lian came back suddenly. This kind of unknown move, which seemed to intrude into her private life, made her I can't face and accept it well for a while.

In fact, this wedding room is also owned by Yun Lian, she really can come whenever she wants, there is no need to tell her in advance.

It's not the first time anyway.

But Xia Zhixing was a little uncomfortable, so he didn't show a good attitude, and didn't calm down until his hair was blown.

As a result, Yun Lian was wronged.

After Yun Lian left, Xia Zhixing pulled down the blindfold and stared at the direction Yun Lian left, unable to calm down for a long time.

She wasn't sure about her attitude towards Yun Lian, and she didn't know how to face it was the most appropriate.

"What's wrong?" Jing Qingxuan recalled Xia Zhixing's thoughts, she bent down to tidy up the sofa, "Are you thinking about your celebrity wife?"

"Yeah." Xia Zhixing thought for a while, "I'm thinking about how to get along with her."

Jing Qingxuan poured water for Xia Zhixing again, she was a little confused: "Aren't you married in secret, and you don't need to meet each other, you can get along as you want."

Xia Zhixing sat on the sofa, her face was serious, doubts flashed in her eyes: "But... I think my attitude towards her is a bit too much."

Jing Qingxuan put the cup on the coffee table: "Where is it too much? She was injured and you came to my clinic with her in your arms."

Jing Qingxuan bought a single apartment. She is an absolute bachelor and has no intention of falling in love or getting married at all.

The apartment is not very big, with a configuration of one bedroom and one living room, but it is fully furnished and has a strong atmosphere of life.

It's a bit messy though.

Xia Zhixing shook her head, and bypassed the topic: "It's okay." She handed over the box she brought, "This is for you."

Jing Qingxuan: "Wow!"

Jing Qingxuan: "Wait a minute, I'll go wash my hands!"

Xia Zhixing couldn't help laughing. Not long after, Jing Qingxuan came out of the bathroom. After washing and drying her hands, she walked up to Xia Zhixing, brought the box over, and couldn't wait to type the long box. .

Inside lay a scrolled painting.

Jing Qingxuan held his breath, took out the painting, and then spread it out.

Xia Zhixing said beside him: "It was your birthday last month, this is a birthday present for you."

"Thank you, thank you!" Jing Qingxuan didn't leave the painting, "Zhixing, your painting skills are really getting better and better. I like this painting very much, thank you."

"As long as you like it."

After Xia Zhixing replied, she remembered the message Yun Lian had sent her before, saying that she liked her paintings.

As a result, when they met and asked, it can be said that they knew the authenticity of the news.

Jing Qingxuan was carefully admiring the painting that Xia Zhixing gave her, and when she was almost finished, she noticed that Xia Zhixing had been quiet for a while.

Xia Zhixing fell into deep thought again, frowning slightly, she looked at the phone interface, a little absorbed.

Jing Qingxuan put away the painting and cleared her throat again. Instead of leaning over to look at Xia Zhixing's phone, she asked, "Aren't you thinking about your celebrity wife again?"

"..." Xia Zhixing immediately pressed back, and tried to change the subject again, "I'm hungry, is Dr. Jing still cooking?"

Jing Qingxuan looked at her and shook his head: "It's too late to cook, you're hungry first, I have a question to ask."

Xia Zhixing didn't say anything, she held the phone and looked down at her empty knuckles.

She didn't wear a wedding ring, but she ran her other hand over her ring finger.

"If I remember correctly, Zhixing, you told me before that you didn't like this fiancée? Because she refused your marriage again and again."

"When I met you five years ago, you were 21 years old and just graduated from university. You told me that you were probably getting married soon, but not long after, you told me that the other party used busyness as an excuse to delay the wedding time and time again."

"Now that you're married, has your feeling for her changed?"

"Frankly, do you still hate her?"