Ex-wife is bad

"I'm fine." Leng Qingxi's face was pale, she bit her lip hard, trembling slightly, she struggled to stand upright, but failed.

"Don't be brave, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Wen Shizhong asked very worriedly.

"It's nothing, I accidentally sprained my waist a few days ago, I hit it just now, and now it hurts a bit." Leng Qingxi said lightly, but her reaction had already betrayed her.

"It hurts a little? Is it called a little pain? Does Xuncheng know about your injury?" Wen Shizhong asked angrily.

Leng Qingxi didn't answer, but stubbornly turned her head to the other side.

"You guys! Xuncheng is really serious. He clearly knew that you were injured, but he was so careless." On Wen Shizhong's gentle face, there was finally another expression.

"Him? He doesn't care about me. In his eyes, only Ling Fei'er is real." Leng Qingxi said lonely.

"Just now, let him misunderstand like this, is it really okay? Would you like to call and explain. "

"No need." Leng Qingxi shook his head, expressing that there is no need for this: "There is nothing to explain, his opinion of me has always been like this, even if he didn't come today, nothing will change, so there is no need Explain to him."

"Okay then, I'll take you in." Wen Shizhong walked back carefully supporting Leng Qingxi.

Wen Shizhong supported Leng Qingxi and sent her back to the house, Xiaoling was surprised when she saw Leng Qingxi's appearance, and hurried over to take Leng Qingxi from Wen Shizhong's hand: "Madam, what's wrong with you? Isn't everything almost fine?"

"Xiao Ling, stop asking." Leng Qingxi waved his hands weakly.

"Okay, I've sent you home safely, and my task of protecting flowers today has been completed." Wen Shizhong stood on the spot and said coolly.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Wen?" Xiaoling asked curiously.

"Yes, I didn't expect to come here twice, you still remember me." Wen Shizhong replied with a smile.

"You are so handsome, of course I remember." Xiao Ling replied with a blushing face.

"Wen Shizhong, you'd better have a cup of tea before leaving, or I'll be really sorry."

"Forget it, you'd better have a good rest, I will make you pay back what you owe me, but not now."

"Alright, after a few days, I will feel better, and I will definitely thank you very much."

"Then you can take care of your wounds, I'll go first, see you Xiaoling." Wen Shizhong waved at the master and servant, turned and left.

"Mr. Wen, goodbye." Behind her, Xiaoling murmured softly and stared at Wen Shizhong's figure in a daze.

Seeing this scene, Leng Qingxi couldn't help laughing out loud.

Xiaoling was awakened by Leng Qingxi's laughter, and found herself standing in a daze in front of her wife. She quickly looked away and said shyly, "Madam, what are you laughing at? I'll take you back to your room to rest. Why are you so careless? It's almost ready."

Leng Qingxi nodded, but Xiaoling was still nagging: "The doctor clearly told you to rest for a while, but you didn't listen, and you were busy all day. Today I just asked the housekeeper to send you a car to take you there." Yes, you just don't listen, by the way, I have to call the young master and tell him that you are injured."

Hearing the young master, Leng Qingxi's smiling face immediately turned cold, and even his voice changed: "Don't call him."

Xiaoling was taken aback by Leng Qingxi's sudden change, so she nodded condescendingly, not daring to speak any more, but silently supported Leng Qingxi back to her room, and then retreated out.

Lying on the bed, Leng Qingxi only felt a sharp pain in her waist, but she was a little numb.She couldn't forget Mu Xuncheng's cold eyes looking at her, and his harsh words, time and time again, he hurt her heart.

Leng Qingxi felt that she really couldn't understand Mu Xuncheng. Is the rare tenderness and the unfeeling he bestowed on her really the same person?The same person, why would he add these two completely different emotions to himself at the same time.

She sadly found that her emotions were more and more drawn by Mu Xuncheng, and her heart was more and more easily disturbed by Mu Xuncheng. This is a bad signal, and there is no possibility for her and Mu Xuncheng Aside from all other factors, there was a real Ling Fei'er in front of the two of them, and, in the eyes of Mu Xuncheng, she was probably a woman who was always chasing and mercenary.

She was thinking about something messy, Leng Qingxi covered her head with a quilt, just shrank back, only to feel another sharp pain, she yelled, trying to drive these disturbing thoughts out of her head: "Lengqingxi, you should be sober."

Mu Xuncheng drove aimlessly on the road, and the scenery outside the window kept receding, but he was not in the mood at all. He left his work and disregarded his face, and when he came here, what he saw was like this In the end, Lengqingxi, count yourself as cruel.

Recalling the tacit understanding of the two people, their intimate address, and the hands that were tightly held together, Mu Xuncheng felt angry in his heart. He slapped the steering wheel hard, and the car staggered suddenly. , The horn made a long and piercing sound.

Fortunately, there are no cars on this road, otherwise it would be really dangerous.But Mu Xuncheng didn't care about this at all. At this moment, all he could think about was Leng Qingxi.

Hmph, this woman is really very scheming. Could it be that she sent text messages to attract her just to demonstrate to herself?How long have she and Shizhong known each other?Thinking that Wen Shizhong once asked him for Leng Qingxi, Mu Xuncheng only felt his stomach tighten. Could they have known each other long ago?

Just thinking about it all the way, when he drove home, it was already evening.

Looking at the familiar villa, Mu Xuncheng suddenly felt a little tired. Can this place really be called home?This cold big house has everything that others envy, except that it doesn't have the warmth he wants.No one he wanted.

"Zhi'er, I'm so tired." Mu Xuncheng looked out the window and murmured.

He suddenly thought of another villa, and of Leng Qingxi's smiling face. When he sent Leng Qingxi there for the first time, Leng Qingxi's surprised expression: "This place is really well furnished, just like home."

"Home?" Mu Xuncheng repeated the word. Indeed, during that time, he did feel at home, and it was also the most harmonious day in his "marriage" with Leng Qingxi.

During that time, for the first time, Mu Xuncheng had the idea of ​​someone waiting for me at home, and gave him the care of his family. It can be said that this was a feeling he had never experienced since he was a child.

Thinking of this, he smiled wryly, what's the use of thinking about it now, since it's impossible to go back anyway.

When he got home, he found that the servants were very busy, and the butler was standing in the living room nervously directing something.Seeing Mu Xun City, the butler trotted over: "Master, are you back?"

"What are you doing?" Mu Xuncheng asked dissatisfiedly as he looked at the servants running around, frowning.

"Master, don't you know? Didn't Miss Ling call you?"

"No, I didn't receive her call." Mu Xuncheng took out his mobile phone from his bag as he spoke, and found that there were more than a dozen missed calls on it, including Wu Tong's and Ling Fei'er's more.

"Master, Miss Ling called and said that she will be discharged from the hospital tonight, let us clean up and get ready." The housekeeper said respectfully.

"Hey, you, let's talk about you, take it easy, that's Miss Ling's favorite vase. Yes, let's put it there."

"But these books and paper?" The man pointed to the manuscripts on the side and asked in embarrassment.

"Throw it away, throw it away, which one is more important, can't you tell?" the butler said.

"Yes, yes." The man nodded as he said, put the vase aside, and began to pack up the manuscripts. He threw the manuscripts into a bag, as if he was planning to throw them away.

Mu Xuncheng suddenly got a little impatient. He pointed to the servant and said, "You, stop, who told you to touch those manuscripts? Who do you listen to in this family?"

The servant was startled by Mu Xuncheng's sudden yell. He trembled, stopped, stood there, at a loss, and looked at the housekeeper for help.

The housekeeper didn't expect that it was just some tattered manuscripts, how could Mu Xuncheng be so angry.

He tentatively asked: "Master, those things belong to Ms. Leng, and they have been there for a while. Today, when Ms. Ling comes back, I'm afraid she will be unhappy when she sees them."

"Whether she is unhappy or I am unhappy is the most important thing. I am the master of this family." Mu Xuncheng looked at the housekeeper coldly.

After a while, cold sweat broke out from his forehead.He stood where he was, not daring to breathe, the young master didn't know what happened today, didn't he say that in this house, Ling Fei'er is the real hostess?But at this time, whoever dares to refute, even a blind man can see that the prince is in a bad mood today, and he insists on hitting the muzzle of the gun, and he deserves to be scolded.

"Why don't you talk anymore? Isn't it you who talk the most on weekdays? Don't think that you can be arrogant if you have been in this family for a long time. "

"Yes, yes." The butler nodded as he said yes, his body kept bowing down, and his head almost hit the ground.

"Oh, what's the matter? Who provoked my brother Xuncheng, so angry?" A sweet voice sounded at the door, and it turned out that Ling Fei'er was standing at the door with the support of Ling Jiacheng.

Seeing Ling Fei'er, the butler was overjoyed: "Miss Ling, you are back." After saying that, he ran over, took the luggage from Ling Jiacheng, and took the opportunity to slip away.

Seeing Ling Fei'er, Mu Xuncheng didn't want to put on a face anymore, but said lightly: "It's nothing, teach this servant a lesson."

The servant holding the vase saw that the butler had run away, so he stood there in a daze: "Master, then this vase."

"You bastard, don't go down." Mu Xuncheng said angrily.

Ling Fei'er looked at the situation in front of her and rolled her eyes, knowing the general idea, but she smartly didn't ask, just pouted, stepped forward and hugged Mu Xuncheng's neck coquettishly: "Brother Xuncheng, why don't you Answer my phone, you won't come to pick me up even when I'm discharged from the hospital."

Mu Xuncheng frowned, looked at Ling Fei'er, feeling unspeakable discomfort in his heart: "Oh, I have something to do today, I forgot my phone in the car, I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, as long as I see brother Xuncheng, I'm back too, haven't I?"

Ling Jiacheng only felt a burst of sweat behind him. When he couldn't get through to Mu Xuncheng this morning, his sister was not like this.

At that time, she was so furious that she almost dropped the phone.But now she looks like a little bird, gentle and pleasant, women are really scary.