✨ ex-husband, remarrying 31 ✨

He had experienced the coldest moment, but he never thought that tonight would make him even colder than then.

It was as if the limbs were frozen and hard, but they would be shattered by a slight touch.

Those eyes became sad, pitiful and distressing.

"This name was given to you by this seat." Ling Qingxuan's voice seemed to come from a distance, illusory.

It is impractical to keep a person with a strong soul in the dark all the time.

There is no perfect thing in this world, no matter how well it is sealed, cracks will appear.

It's just a matter of time.

"Yes, it's me." Feng Jue admitted his identity.

His breath was a little helpless, "Sir, you...you, how much do you remember?"

"The piecemeal part." Ling Qingxuan didn't intend to hide it, "I said, you and zz can't tell, but I can find the answer myself."

Feng Jue pursed her lips, and the upturned arc was almost invisible, "In private, I want you to remember, but I don't want you to remember."

The stars in his eyes seemed to shine in an instant, "I hope you love me, love me with all your heart, and you can only have me in your world."

"You're right, I'm just greedy, I don't deny it."

"Because of you, I am so greedy."

After speaking, the man fell into a deep sleep, his hands drooping weakly.

Ling Qingxuan's indifferent and fierce gaze suddenly became complicated.

She didn't understand what kind of emotion this was.

She was originally pure, but now she was infected by something unknown, and it was still infected little by little, step by step.

Maybe she's not herself anymore.

In the years after the last plane, she was thinking about what Qin Yumeng would lose.

Will she lose herself because of something?

Reason tells her she can't do this.

She needs to self-regulate and return to her original state, which is right.

It is the engraving that comes with her soul imprint.

The complex eye color gradually turned into a clear indifference, without a trace of impurities.

She slowly pushed the man away and rested at a distance from him.

...

Yan Jing missed the good morning kiss for a long time, but it was only realized in a dream.

After finally living with his wife again, he naturally longed and looked forward to it.

After the biological clock woke him up, he stretched out his hand to the side, and fell empty.

He sat up suddenly, and he was really the only one left on the bed.

Good morning kiss is gone again!

"Dear?"

He called several times, but no one responded.

After walking around the small house and seeing a pile of cash in the living room, he confirmed that Ling Qingxuan was really not at home.

It's strange. Last night, he clearly felt that the two of them were much closer, but when he woke up in the morning, it was as if it was a dream.

After waking up from the dream, their distance returned to the original point.

Yan Jing didn't move the cash. After leaving the building, he went to the phone booth to call Dr. Chu and send someone to pick him up.

When Dr. Chu drove over, he saw Yan Jing standing on the side of the street with the same expression as an abandoned puppy.

"Sir, did you sleep on the street last night?"

Yan Jing got into the car, the door was slammed shut, "Sleeping in my wife's bed."

"It's going well, but sir, your expression tells me that's not the case. Could it be that you can't help angering the lady?"

"No, last night was fine, but I was the only one left in bed in the morning." Yan Jing said in a muffled voice.

The red light stopped, and Dr. Chu glanced back at him, "So, it's Mr., you don't... Okay, ahem, the service didn't satisfy the lady?"

Yan Jing didn't want to speak.

He is now beginning to doubt life.

Thinking about it, he didn't commit any big taboo yesterday, and he must reflect on it when he goes back.

...

Today's company atmosphere is very strict. Ling always arrives earlier than everyone else, and instead of going upstairs, she sits downstairs and reads the financial newspaper.

The staff didn't know what happened, they greeted respectfully and went to work seriously at their positions.

When Chu Yun came with breakfast, he casually greeted, "Do you want to eat together?"

Aya Qingxuan glanced at him.

The alliance will still appear by his side.

The little girl refused with a serious face, "Don't eat."

The little secretary ran over and said, "Mr. Ling, you are still young, so you can't skip breakfast."

Since knowing Ling Qingxuan's age, the little secretary has a daily life of doubt.

Just after these words, Ling Qingxuan grabbed Chu Yun's breakfast.

"Mr. Ling, I too..." Cough, it seems that such a small thing can't be joked casually, what if she takes it seriously.

Chu Yun waved his hand and said, "You eat, you eat."

The aura around Ling Qingxuan, who was at work, was completely changed to no strangers, and the little secretary didn't even dare to drink tea.

"Vice-president, Mr. Ling was fine yesterday, why is it like this today?"

Chu Yun buried her head in front of the computer without raising her head, "Aren't women very fickle?"

The fingertips on the keyboard paused, and occasionally men seemed to be quite fickle.

Thinking of a certain person, the corners of his lips rose slightly, and he greeted the curious little secretary next to him, "By the way, help me book a restaurant for tomorrow night."

"Does the vice president have a liquor bureau?"

"No." Chu Yun turned around and said a little proudly, "Candlelight dinner, music and roses."

Little Secretary: "...Okay, okay."

The president and vice president are a bit strange, but fortunately the company is operating normally.

The familiar lunch box was brought over, Aya Qingxuan didn't open the card and didn't eat it, and returned it intact.

This time, Yan Jing was really panicked.

As soon as he received it, he drove to the downstairs of Ling Qingxuan's company. He was the coolest kid in the building wearing sunglasses.

"Sir, I'm sorry, sir, do you have an appointment?" The front desk saw Yan Jing walking directly to the elevator, and hurriedly trotted over to stop him.

Hey, do all the people who came to chat up recently like to wear sunglasses, is this the one who is looking for the vice president or the president Aya?

"No appointment." Yan Jing took off his sunglasses and gave her the business card.

The front desk half covered his mouth, God! Is this the famous Yan family president Yan Jing?

I heard that this company was still owned by the Yan family before.

The little secretary pursed her lips and looked at him nervously.

Don't let her state lose the face of the company, calm down!

Yan Jing's eyes were slightly curved, and he said in a low voice, "I'm the suitor of your President Ling, can you let me give her a surprise?"

Gentleman Yan Jing's behavior and tone, and that handsome face made the front desk blush: "I'm sorry, no."

Their company is still very disciplined.

HR has trained employees, no matter who the other party is, they must stay calm and show the aura of a big company.

"Mr. Yan, come here to register first."

Yan Jing didn't expect that his identity and this face could not be a pass at all.

He also didn't want to use power to oppress people and create a bad impression.

"Register." He finally said helplessly.

Chasing his wife's crematorium, he really realized it now.

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✨ ex-husband, remarrying 32 ✨

President Yan, who has always been regarded as a guest of honor, is now doing the registration obediently, standing in front of the front desk, staring at her and calling the secretary to notify the meeting time.

The front desk was stared at by this momentum, and he didn't stutter even though he had to bite the bullet.

Finally hung up the phone, her face blushed obviously.

Yan Jing was puzzled, and suddenly asked, "Do you think I'm handsome?"

President Yan Da suddenly became unsure of his appearance.

The front desk nodded slightly, not daring to do too much action.

Yan Jing continued to ask, "How about compared to Chu Yun?"

Of course, each is handsome in its own way. The front desk thinks it's like asking a woman who to save first when she falls out of water. It's too difficult for her.

The front desk looked at the computer silently. She is now an excellent employee who focuses on her work. Have you seen the personnel behind the monitor? Please give her a raise next time. Thank you.

Yan Jing changed the question, "Is Chu Yun getting close to you, Mr. Ling?"

Can't you be close, they work together.

"President Yan!"

The front desk breathed a sigh of relief, and the little secretary came down to take a look, but he didn't expect that it was really Yan Jing.

She was fortunate enough to go to the Yan family for a meeting before, so she had seen Yan Jing.

Looking at it from a distance, it was really different from the distance it is so close now.

Although the little secretary was surprised and a little excited, he was more worried. Mr. Yan came at this time, did he want to take the company back?

President Yan's iron-blooded methods have been experienced by too many companies.

The little secretary already had the scene of the 108-style acquisition of the company in his mind.

Yan Jing instantly returned to a majestic and threatening aura, and nodded lightly.

It seems that he is not the handsome person who was comparing with Chu Yun just now.

The front desk silently recorded that a man's face-changing speed was not as fast as a woman's.

"President Yan, it happens that Mr. Ling will meet with the last person today. I will take you up first?" Since he already knew that Yan Jing was Ling Qingxuan's ex-husband, the young secretary's attitude was very subtle.

After all, she couldn't understand Mr. Aya's attitude.

Yan Ding asked, "I'm old..., has Lingxi eaten her?"

He deliberately added an extra love egg to the meal he cooked today, but the lunch box was not opened.

The little secretary thought about it and said truthfully, "Have dinner with the vice president."

The sunglasses in Yan Jing's hand snapped.

It's Chu Yun again.

...

"Happy cooperation." The middle-aged man glanced at the strong and powerful signature on the contract, and reached out to shake Aya Qingxuan's hand.

Chu Yun, who was sitting next to him, took the lead and stretched out his hand to shake him. The handsome man smiled kindly and could not go wrong. "It's a pleasure to work with."

The three of them walked out, and when they approached the elevator, the man turned around and asked Ling Qingxuan, "When is Mr. Ling free, can I have the honor to invite you to dinner?"

The little girl was wearing a professional suit, and her slightly long hair was pulled aside, revealing her delicate and slender neck, "I'm not free, I'm busy."

The man smiled indifferently, "I heard that Mr. Ling is very serious about work, but there is still occasional rest time. I think the time is about the same, how about tonight?"

'Ding'

The elevator door opened at this time.

The man looked back, the other party was too tall, he was forced to raise his head, only to see the tall and handsome Yan Jing, who was looking down at him.

"It's okay, Mr. Ling is mine tonight."

Yan Jing stepped out, as if the wind was blowing under his feet, and instantly stood beside Ling Qingxuan.

The height and clothes of the two match very well, and the momentum is doubled.

Chu Yun chuckled lightly, this Mr. Yan really can say some misleading words.

Chu Qing had been by his side for so long, why didn't he learn anything.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man frowned at him and suddenly remembered.

"Mr. Yan?"

The people in the business circle who got along well basically knew Yan Jing.

The man immediately bowed to his knees, showing a more attentive attitude than before, "It seems that President Yan and President Ling also have a project to cooperate."

His eyes swiveled back and forth between the two of them, "I'll go first if I have something else to do. You two talk slowly, talk slowly."

Anyone with a wink knows that at this time, they can't compete with President Yan.

Seeing the man leave, the little secretary stood aside and cleared his throat, "Mr. Yan, coffee or tea?"

Just as Yan Jing was about to speak, he heard the little girl coldly say, "Bai Shui."

The little secretary was stunned for a moment, then nodded again and again, "Okay, I'll prepare now."

Chu Yun didn't want to get involved between the two of them, and after receiving Yan Jing's hostile eyes, he went straight back to his office.

Yan Jing followed Ling Qingxuan to the reception room. As soon as the two walked in, Yan Jing locked the door.

The little girl was right in front of him. He wanted to reach out and hug her from behind, but he felt it was a bit abrupt, so his hand stopped in mid-air.

"Why did you leave first in the morning?" The arrogant aura disappeared without a trace, the man looked **** the outside, but fragile on the inside.

"Go to work." Aya Qingxuan sat on the soft sofa and took a sip of the tea she had just drank.

She didn't think about it, she refused to take the initiative to contact, but he ran over.

[Host, did the villain do something that made you unhappy? 】zz wondered, it clearly felt the low air pressure surrounding Aya Qingxuan.

Rubbing the teacup with his fingertips, his hands were empty, and the slightly cold tea was taken away by the man.

"Don't drink it when it's cold, it will hurt your stomach." Yan Jing put the teacup aside.

He sat next to Ling Qingxuan, and naturally put her hand into his big hand and covered it.

"Then why don't you eat the food I made at noon?" Yan Jing paused, "Is it because I didn't bring it in person, so I'm not sincere? I'll come from tomorrow..."

"It's work." Ling Qingxuan looked at him sideways.

With the breath close at hand, Yan Jing stared at those cold eyes and stared blankly.

The cold pool that had melted the outer layer seemed to be frozen again.

He slowed down and said, "I've already handled the work here, you have to trust my ability."

"I believe it." Ling Qingxuan pinched his face, but her heart was cold.

Her little one has always been capable.

"I'm in a hurry, I forgot to shave, next time I'll make it slippery for you." Yan Jing grinned, his eyes shining brightly.

If you get lost in this sea of ​​stars, it will not be judged as a mistake.

"Darling." Yan Jing suddenly hugged her and pressed her forehead, "If I did something wrong, you must tell me."

"Everything that makes you unhappy, I don't want it to happen."

Ling Qingxuan closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled, and the corners of her mouth moved slightly.

Little guy, which one of you is the real you?

'Knocking! ’

"Mr. Yan, the water is ready."

Yan Jing was a little helpless, this little secretary really couldn't understand the atmosphere, "I'm not thirsty, take it."

He just wanted to be with his wife for a while.

The little secretary left aggrieved.

Yan Jing stepped back a little and asked, "Come home with me tonight, will you cook for you?"

He held Ling Qingxuan's face and blinked his deep eyes, "Okay?"

[Host~ Quickly agree~] The villain is fouled by cuteness, what is the host still hesitating about?

Ling Qingxuan's eyes were indifferent, like a cold wind.

"……not good."

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✨ ex-husband, remarrying 33 ✨

The autumn wind was bleak, and President Yan Da stood mournfully downstairs in the company to blow air.

After Ling Qingxuan rejected the dinner invitation, he fell directly into depression mode and had been standing downstairs for a long time.

The little secretary looked down from the upstairs window, nodding in admiration. It's not bad that he was the president, and even the position he picked was perfect, and he could see it clearly from the head office of Ling.

"Mr. Ling, Mr. Yan, he..." The little secretary was a little curious, "Is he really just here to find you for dinner?"

The little secretary boldly guessed that it could make Yan Jing lower his figure. Could it be that his ex-husband and his ex-wife were seeking reconciliation?

She prefers this rather than the company being acquired.

"Yeah." Ling Qingxuan responded lightly, putting aside the documents she had read in front of her.

Seeing that she didn't want to talk about Yan Jing, as a young secretary who knew how to watch words, he immediately changed the topic.

"Mr. Ling, there is a business reception here. We also invited our company. I saw your schedule. It doesn't conflict. Would you like to go?"

As soon as the little secretary took out the information, he thought that the reception seemed to have invited Yan's too. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for the two to bump into each other again if they went there.

But the things have already been handed out, and it is too late to get them back at this time.

"Go, bring Chu Yun with you."

Cough, is the vice president your thigh pendant? This tone seems to be similar to wearing an accessory.

Ling Qingxuan glanced at the window, from which, the tall man turned into a shrunken figure, which seemed to coincide with the appearance in his memory.

He always followed far behind, silently doing things she didn't think she needed.

Yan Jing felt that his face was frozen, he rubbed it, and took out the ringing phone from his pocket.

"Mr. Yan." Assistant Wu's voice came from the phone, "Huating Enterprise held a business reception the day after tomorrow and invited you, I..."

"No." In addition to the essential work, Yan Jing wanted to make up for the time...

No, he finally understood what his mistake was.

What the wife wants is not his compensation or confession, but a new person who likes her without any impurities.

In his current understanding, he still wants to pray for forgiveness, not to gain love.

The man put away the look of sudden realization, and said in a deep voice: "Check the list to see if there is any company of my wife. If there is and agree, you will notify me after you arrange it."

Assistant Wu responded, "Okay, Mr. Yan."

Putting down the phone, Yan Jing raised his eyes and looked at the floor where the little girl was.

His eyes were hotter and firmer than before.

After making up his mind, he turned to leave.

At the same time, Aya Qingxuan also received a text message.

'Dear, pay attention to the combination of work and rest, go back to rest early, see you tomorrow. ’

It wasn't until the light on the phone's screen went out automatically that Ling Qingxuan put the phone next to the computer.

(System prompt: Host passive task detected, please help the system to actively complete it.)

When this prompt appeared in front of zz, it was stunned.

This has never happened before.

[Host...] Why are there fewer tasks, but the host doesn't want to complete it?

It has a bold idea, but dare not ask.