Xuan Ying’s eyes suddenly shrank as he stared at Xia Ling in a daze. Xia Ling seemed to have been reborn in the past three years. Her light purple dress pinched her soft and charming body. Her temperament had become much gentler. The beauty of the peaceful years made her whole body like water. Wisps of fragrance were alluring. Xuan Ying had imagined the reunion of the two people countless times in his mind. He would never dare to imagine that one day she would be so radiant and stand in front of him. She was living very well. Mu Yutang saw Xuan Ying staring at Xia Ling without blinking. She whispered, “Ling Ling, isn’t this the silver-masked king? Do You Know Him?” Xia Ling slowly stopped in her tracks. Her beautiful eyes fell on Xuan Ying’s handsome face. She curled her red lips. “Yes, an old friend… silver-masked king. Hello, long time no see.” Xuan Ying’s heart began to ache. Three years later, when they met again, she could already greet him, the stranger she was most familiar with, and say “Hello.”. She put it down. Xuan Ying’s throat was dry. He rolled his protruding Adam’s apple. “Hello, Miss Xia.” Xia Ling looked away. “Yutang, let’s go in.” “Okay.” Xia Ling and Mu Yutang went into the bathroom together. .. Five minutes later, Xia Ling and Mu Yutang came out. Mu Yutang held Xia Ling’s small hand. “Lingling, look. The silver-masked king hasn’t left. He’s still there.” Xia Ling looked sideways. Xuan Ying really hadn’t left. He stood in the corridor with one hand in his trouser pocket. He was smoking a cigarette with two fingers in one hand. The green smoke blurred his handsome face. He didn’t lean his straight back against the wall lazily like other men. He just leaned against the wall and bent his tall back slightly. When they came out, he slowed down his smoking, but he did not look up. He stood there smoking alone. His tall and straight body was plated in the dark, making him appear cold and lonely for no reason. Xia Ling felt that he had stayed at the border for too long. The border was bitter and cold, and a sense of loneliness lingered around him. Xia Ling calmly retracted her gaze and left with Mu Yutang. .. Dongfang Yu prepared a private plane to send off the distinguished guests attending the wedding banquet. Xuan Ying boarded a plane and sat down in the last row. He could just see Xia Ling in front of him. Xia Ling was sitting with Mu Yutang. “Hello, we meet again.”At this time, the young man at the wedding banquet sat beside Xuan Ying. “Hello.”Xuan Ying greeted him calmly. The young man noticed that Xuan Ying’s gaze had been fixed on Mu Yu Tang. He chuckled softly and said, “Sir, are you looking for Angel?” Angel? Was that her English name? “Sir, that person in the lavender dress is angel. It seems that you are one of her admirers. To tell you the truth, I also admire her very much. However, our chances are very slim because many men are lining up to like Angel Now.” Xuan Ying looked sideways at the young man. “Angel?” “Yes, sir. Don’t You Know Who Angel Is?” Xuan Ying shook her head. The young man slapped his thigh, “Sir, you must be joking. Angel is now one of the top fashion designers in the design world. Since she debuted three years ago, she has quickly become the darling of the design world. Now, every new product that Angel introduces every season will become a trendsetter in the fashion industry. Angel herself is even known as the godmother of fashion.” “Angel has become famous overnight and has been around for a long time. However, Angel herself is very low-key and mysterious. Very few people have seen her true appearance.” “Those who have seen Angel’s true appearance are all upper-class nobles who are rich, powerful, and powerful. Most of them will be charmed by Angel and become one of Angel’s many admirers.” Xuan Ying was extremely shocked when he heard these words. In these three years, she had already become such a beautiful version of herself. He knew that although her fate was bumpy, her character was tenacious. Her heart was open to the Sun, and she loved freedom and innocence all her life. Their daughter, Mou Mou, was just like her. Ripples rippled in his hard heart. He was proud of her, and he felt honored. Xuan Ying’s lips curled up faintly, as if he was mocking himself, yet at the same time feeling melancholic. “So, she has so many admirers…” “That’s right. Look at Angel. She’s so beautiful, and her aura is as gentle as water. It’s really not something that other women can compare to. A young girl with face and talent will definitely choose the best man.” The best man.. He was not. Xuan Ying asked himself. His past self was dark, self-abased, twisted, slapped her, whipped her, and did not even protect her when others stabbed her in the face. He showed her his ugliest side to her. She had forgotten the past, forgotten him. This was good, this was the best. How could he still have the face to pester her now? How could he still keep her? Xuan Ying thought of his own body again. He was already crippled in that aspect. “Ha.”He closed his eyes gently. .. The plane landed and everyone got off the plane. Xuan Ying walked out of the airport hall. His pair of glazed, ink-black eyes had accurately captured that delicate figure. Xia Ling changed out of her light purple long dress and wore a fragrant coat. The straight black pencil pants underneath gave her a youthful, fashionable feeling. Mu Yutang said goodbye to her and left. Xia Ling stood alone by the roadside. Xuan Ying held the car keys in her hand and walked forward. “It’s not easy to take a taxi here. Where are you going? I’ll send you.” Xia Ling turned around. There was a white t-shirt under the fragrant coat. There was a large pair of sunglasses hanging on the collar of the T-shirt. Her beautiful eyes fell on his handsome face, and her red lips curved politely and distantly, “Silver-masked king, thank you, but there’s no need.” With that, she lifted her foot and left. Xuan Ying stood where she was and looked at her. There was a string of car keys in her hand, and there was a red Bentley Mushang parked by the side of the road. Was that her car? Xia Ling pressed the car keys. With a “Ding”, Mushang opened the door of the driver’s seat and sat in it. She placed her large sunglasses on her palm-sized face and slowly rolled down the car window. She let the breeze caress her shoulder-length short hair. She stepped on the accelerator and Mu Shang sped on the road. She drove away. Xuan Ying looked at her. She had really changed a lot in the past three years. She could already drive herself. The Xia Ling now had the soft and charming charm of a woman. She also had the confidence and fashion of a city woman. The fragrance lingered around her nose and was intoxicating. .. At night, Xuan Ying parked a jeep by the side of the road. The passersby looked at the sky-high military license plate and retreated. The window of the passenger seat slowly slid down. Xuan Ying looked at the European family’s small house not far away. At this moment, a series of vibrations sounded. He had called. It was a call from Ah Zhou. “Hello, Young Master. We just checked. The owner of this small house is Mr. Lelen.” — One More, babies.