Chapter 68

Two days before Cheng Linglong's birthday, Tang Lingxi continues to slowly treat the injury on her face. In recent days, she seems to be waiting calmly.

Everything in the room has been cleaned up according to her arrangement. Tang Lingxi is in a good mood. If he gets up early one morning, he can still see Master Cheng playing Tai Chi in the garden.

Tang Lingxi looked on the windowsill, and then he was proud. It was so exciting to be hidden.

When the peaches came to deliver breakfast, Tang Lingxi was still wearing pajamas, puckering her ass and staring out of the window.

"Miss Lingxi, what are you looking at?"

"Look at my father-in-law!"

Tang Lingxi's head didn't return a loud answer. The little peach's small face twitched. He quickly put down his breakfast and squeezed into the window. He saw that the old man of Dongling was hooking his fist to the left, and then straightened his face.

"That's your father-in-law!"

"Oh, not my father-in-law!"

Tang Lingxi looked back at breakfast and his eyes lit up.

"Oh, oh, the life of rice bug is so good!"

The little peach pouted and was very unhappy when she saw her expression of letting things go. It was so unpromising!

Like suddenly remembering something, little peach hurriedly ran out and brought back a stack of newspapers and magazines, then turned on the TV and pulled Tang Lingxi's head for her to see.

"What!"

Tang Lingxi asked vaguely with a chicken wing in his mouth.

As soon as the voice fell, he saw a cold face of Dongling Beichen on the entertainment gossip platform.

Patter - the chicken wings fell off.

Little peach picked up the chicken wings and threw them away. Tang Lingxi grabbed her sleeve with a greasy hand and pointed to the TV.

"You want me to see him?"

"Yes!"

Little peach held her head high. She was ordered by their second junior. As long as Tang Lingxi took a head in a stable state of mind, she would fight hard with a hammer.

Tang Lingxi silently watched the whole news. Dongling Beichen made another world-famous new dress, and then various gossip reporters speculated that they had a new love, and someone analyzed that the gossip heroine Tang Lingxi had lost contact, so their favorite son's feelings are still a mystery.

Tang Lingxi closed his open mouth and continued to nibble at the chicken wings in front of him.

"Miss Lingxi, don't you care?" little peach pushed the magazine with the cover of the new dress in front of her.

Tang Lingxi glanced and continued to chew chicken wings.

"Miss Lingxi, don't you pay attention to the name of this dress?"

Tang Lingxi finally got a little interested, "what's your name?"

"The heart has a soul."

The little peach seemed to be affirmed with a smile.

Boom!

Tang Lingxi bit on the chicken bone, his whole teeth were sour, his nose was sour, and his whole body was sour. She wanted to feed the damn chicken wings to the dog!

"You say he's a big man. He doesn't read the news and talk about current politics every day. He just walks around with a dress and shows off. He doesn't do his job!"

"Well!" little peach nodded heavily, "it is said that this dress was designed by a design director in their company. Unfortunately, people are high-end service design, but they are used as tailors!"

"What do you think is good about that dress? It's just that the cloth is a little higher." Tang Lingxi pretended not to hear it and continued to say, "rich people just like to toss."

"Well!" the little peach nodded again, "but miss Lingxi, why is it the same as your name?"

Tang Lingxi has no words to help her forehead. Why doesn't she have a common language with this little girl? Why can't she talk together!

Tang Lingxi glanced at the flowing white gauze. The design was simple and generous, elegant and noble, while the lace pearl necklace added a bit of laziness.

He also knows he likes lace! Tang Lingxi glanced again involuntarily. The clothes were really beautiful!

Although, although it is very beautiful, but this is not her favorite tune, definitely not!

As if something roared into his heart, Tang Lingxi couldn't catch it at all. He didn't know what it was. He stretched out his hand to catch it, but he felt afraid.

White and red, is it because he knows why he hates the red dress?

"But it looks much better than the red one." Tang Lingxi chewed carelessly and said to himself.

"What's red?" asked the little peach.

"Little peach, have you seen Zhang Ailing's red and white roses?"

The little peach shook his head.

"Maybe every man has had at least two women like this. After marrying a red rose, the red becomes a touch of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white is still the" bright moon in front of the bed "; after marrying a white rose, the white is a grain of rice sticky son on the clothes, and the red is a cinnabar mole on the heart."

Little peach looked at Tang Lingxi puzzled, so what did she mean to say that she was?

Tang Lingxi saw that the little peach showed a confused look. Only then did he find that he said more, and then continued to focus on gnawing the chicken wings.

Don't know why, Tang Lingxi began to mind, mind his change, his elusive mind.

Being with such a person is really tired, so tired that she doesn't want to think of him.

The exhibition of the new clothes of "heart has soul" made the whole imperial capital boiling.

Even Cheng Linglong began to be a little complacent, and began to boast every person.

"See? See? Chen Shao made it specially for my birthday party!"

Although I don't know who is wearing that dress, but... It can't be Tang Lingxi.

There are two days left. Even if Tang Lingxi is still alive and falls off the cliff, it is estimated that she will only have half her life. When she comes, she will humiliate herself.

Or, it's broken legs and lie there like a dead dog!

Dongling Beichen was very quiet. He didn't care that the outside world had already begun to fall into madness.

The streets and alleys began to talk about their private life with less power in the imperial capital, and entertainment gossip began to be tangled up to obtain first-hand information. On the contrary, even all kinds of finance were triggered by "a new dress". The stock turmoil of Dongling family began a lengthy data analysis.

Beichen of Dongling still sat silently in the office, and the soft light hit his hair on his back, like a perfect sculpture.

When Zhou pushed the door in the early morning of the morning, for a moment, he felt that the boss, who had always been powerful, suddenly had a trace of solitude.

Yes, lonely.

After Miss Meng left, his boss has been living in a shadow. Now, after being torn to pieces by Tang Lingxi, he accidentally hid in a new confined space.

Miss Lingxi, you are about to appear. The heaven of the imperial capital will change soon!

"Something?" Dongling Beichen saw that he didn't speak after he came in and asked.

"Oh, yes..." Zhou Zao immediately put the documents in his arms on the table. "There's a problem in the old area in the south of the city."

"What?"

"There was a mistake when opening the canal to divert water. I don't know what's going on. The underground dark water suddenly came up. The originally formulated Lake area was two-thirds larger than previously scheduled."

Dongling Beichen didn't speak, and Zhou Zao began to feel uneasy at the bottom of his heart.

According to the general procedure, this is obviously a construction accident, but no matter how the experts present investigate, the groundwater seems to appear out of thin air.

"Will it affect the surrounding residential areas?"

"Yes, boss, if the lake gets bigger, we need to buy land from the residents around the lake."

"Then take it."

"But the lake is too big..."

Dongling Beichen took a look at Zhou Zao. Why do you need to ask for instructions for such a small matter? Doesn't it mean that all things related to the old area in the south of the city are mainly amusement parks?

"How big can it be? If the lake is too big, build a beach and turn it into an artificial sea."

That girl seems to want to go to the beach

Zhou was so frightened by him that he didn't dare to say anything. He hurried away with the document in his arms.