Chapter 1243 You Are My Scorching Sun (1)

Have you been okay these three years?

Ling Limu said to Fu Xiyao.

This was the first sentence he said to her after three years.

Fu Xiyao's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand. She nodded, "Well, very good, how about you?"

She looked at him with her clear eyes.

Ling Limu's deep eyes were all about her current appearance. Today, she wore a black lace dress, a Chanel style, with a bow tied around her neck and a pair of crystal high heels on her feet. She had no fancy accessories on her body. In the past three years, she has been like a blooming rose, graceful and elegant, with the elegance and calmness of an urban beauty, and the beauty of a 22-year-old girl.

In his eyes, she seemed to have grown up.

Ling Limu hooked his thin lips lightly, "Very good."

After the voice fell, the two did not speak again.

Fu Xiyao didn't know what to say. There were thousands of words in her heart, but she couldn't say a word.

At this time, Qingguo came, "Xiyao."

Fu Xiyao looked at Ling Limu, "I... I'll go first."

Ling Limu nodded, "Yes."

Fu Xiyao left.

When she reached the corner, she met Qingguo who came to find her, "Xiyao, I just went to the royal family to find you, but you've already come out. Did the queen make things difficult for you?"

Fu Xiyao shook her head, "No."

"Xiyao, that person seems to be... President Ling?" At this time, Qingguo saw the legendary financial giant Ling Limu, and her mouth opened wide.

Fu Xiyao didn't look back, but just perfunctorily responded, "Yes."

Qingguo looked at Ling Limu behind him. Ling Limu's tall and handsome figure was hidden in the dim light, and he couldn't see clearly. Behind him was a private secretary, and his indifference and coldness showed the aura of a superior. He didn't leave, and his deep black eyes were still on Fu Xiyao's pretty back.

"Xiyao, President Ling seems to have been... staring at you..." Qingguo whispered in surprise.

Although Fu Xiyao didn't look back, she could feel Ling Limu's eyes following her. Now even Qingguo noticed it. Fu Xiyao's face turned red and she turned around and left quickly.

Qingguo ran up, "Xiyao, do you know Mr. Ling?"

"Not very well."

"Then you know him, Xiyao. I heard that Mr. Ling is still unmarried and doesn't even have a girlfriend. He is completely immune to gossip. I see that all his secretaries are men. Xiyao, Mr. Ling just stared at you without any hesitation. He... seems..."

Before Qingguo could finish her words, Fu Xiyao interrupted her directly, "Qingguo, what do you want to say?"

Fu Xiyao's beautiful face, which was as big as a palm, became serious. Qingguo coughed twice and got back to the point, "Xiyao, I just got the news that the queen had proposed cooperation to Mr. Ling. Mr. Ling did not agree, but he did not refuse. Mr. Ling's attitude was very free. I don't know what he was thinking?"

Fu Xiyao frowned. She didn't know what Ling Limu was thinking.

She had married him, and because of their past love, he would not cooperate with the Queen to deal with Guding Castle, but... three years ago, in everyone's eyes, she was the one who abandoned him in prison, and she had divorced him.

Now he is successful, and she is just a woman who is treacherous, vain, and bad in everyone's eyes.

"Qingguo, you should contact Mr. Ling in person to see what Mr. Ling's attitude is, and then think of a countermeasure." Fu Xiyao said.

Qingguo nodded, "Okay."

...

Fu Xiyao and Gu Yelin lived in the villa in Nangang Bay after marriage. Gu Yelin was quite competent in this fake marriage. Whenever he came back, he would come to Nangang Bay to live and play with Xiaodoudou, although he flew out 350 days a year.

In the villa in Nangang Bay, Fu Xiyao told Xiaodoudou a story, and Xiaodoudou had fallen asleep sweetly. At this time, Fu Xiyao's mobile phone rang, and there was a call.

Fu Xiyao covered Xiaodoudou with a blanket, then left the room and answered the phone, "Hello, Qingguo."

"Xiyao, I have contacted Mr. Ling, but Mr. Ling's secretary directly blocked me. I didn't even see Mr. Ling."

"..."

"Xiyao, what should we do now? If Mr. Ling cooperates with the queen, the consequences will be quite serious. Otherwise... you can go to Mr. Ling in person. Aren't you... old acquaintances?"

Qingguo's voice became smaller, because Qingguo felt that Xiyao had some story with Mr. Ling...

Fu Xiyao lowered her slender feathers, "Hang up first."

She hung up the phone.

Holding the phone in her palm, Fu Xiyao bit her bright red lower lip with her pearly teeth. After thinking again and again, she picked up the phone again and found the number sent by Qingguo.

She dialed the number.

The melodious ringtone on the other end rang once, and then it was answered slowly, "Hello, hello, who is this?"

It was not Ling Limu, but Ling Limu's personal secretary He Chen.

Fu Xiyao, "Hello, Secretary He, I'm Fu Xiyao. Can you help me connect with President Ling? I have something to talk to him about."

"Hello, Miss Fu, the president is not in the company now. He has gone home. If Miss Fu wants to see the president, you can go to Villa 99 now."

Villa 99.

Fu Xiyao's clear pupils suddenly shrank.

...

Villa 99.

The maid opened the door of the villa, "Excuse me, who are you?"

Fu Xiyao politely curled her lips, "Hello, my last name is Fu, I'm here to see President Ling, is he here?"

"Sir, please come in, Miss Fu."

Fu Xiyao walked in. She raised her bright eyes and looked at the villa. She hadn't been here for four whole years.

This is... the new house where she and Ling Limu got married.

She didn't expect that he would live here alone.

"Miss Fu, please sit down first. Sir, if you have something to do, come over later and I'll pour you a cup of tea." The maid withdrew.

Fu Xiyao stood alone in the living room. She looked at every inch of the design and decoration here. Nothing had changed, it was still the same as it had been many years ago.

It was as if a feather gently touched the lake in her heart, making her feel a little painful and itchy. Everything in the past could always touch the string in her heart so easily.

She lifted her feet uncontrollably and went upstairs.

Arriving at the door of the master bedroom, Fu Xiyao reached out and gently pushed the door open.

There was no one in the room and it was quiet.

Fu Xiyao stepped forward and came to the bedside. She lowered her slender feathers, and her clear pupils were slowly covered with a layer of crystal water. There was a bright red silk quilt, and there were two pillows on the bed, one for him. , a time tunnel that was hers, suddenly took her back, and everything here was as it was when she left.

Fu Xiyao slowly raised her hand, her soft white fingertips falling on the pillow...