Duanmu Meng usually doesn't drink wine, and she doesn't look like a strong woman in the officialdom at all, so she felt dizzy after a glass of sake and went back to the hotel to rest. Sikong Ling was honest and stayed in her room for a while before going to the next door to do business at SK Company. Duanmu Meng happily temporarily canceled his [Sikong Fu]'s large number.

The next morning.

Qingshan in the Mongol District has high-end shopping streets, and Louis Vuitton and other big brands gathered. It was Duanmu Meng’s most beloved place in the past. She came here not to buy clothes, but to find the memories of Girls’ Generation.

"I used to like this store the most." Duanmu Meng stopped under a sign. Sikong Ling saw the words Comme_des_Garcons on the large floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and said: "Oh, it looks like a French brand."

Duanmu Yone: "It's Rei Kawakubo."

Sikong Ling blushed and said, "Go in and have a look."

Duanmu Meng comforted him: "That is indeed French, [like a boy]."

After accompanying her to the women's clothing area, she came to the men's clothing area. Even women's clothing looked like a boy, and men's clothing was even the boy among boys. Sikong Ling was shocked at that time, with a very arrogant design style.

Duanmu Yone: "Asymmetry is the unique style of Rei Kawakubo. Look at this T-shirt, which is large patches, like a beggar, so it is often called a beggar outfit."

Sikong Ling sighed: "Such handsome! I finally found my favorite. I don't feel the Miyake that Jobs likes for the rest of his life. It's full of incongruity and a beggar's outfit! How bold and unruly!"

Duanmu Meng smiled: "To thank you for your life-saving grace, I will give you this T-shirt. I can't afford it if I have too many."

Sikong Ling: "...It's great."

Of course, Duanmu Meng did not make a loss deal, and Sikong Ling also paid for a pure black autumn and winter dress that she liked. It would be best to change one piece, or if she was too attentive, she would be mistaken for [Sikong Fu].

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Japan Airlines's ashes finally landed at Hongqiao Airport. During the arrival and takeoff reminder broadcasts one after another, Sikong Ling finally saw Murong Bingxue for the first time after several months. It was late autumn, and the invincible beautiful girl in the universe was wearing a slender pure autumn outfit, white clothes were better than snow, and she was extremely beautiful.

Murong Bingxue was 172cm tall, originally a little taller than Sikong Ling, but she suddenly realized that he seemed to have grown a little taller. The two of them looked at each other, and thousands of words turned into infinite love silence.

"You have grown taller." Murong Bingxue exhaled like orchid in front of him.

Sikong Ling smiled and moved closer a little further. The tip of his nose touched the tip of hers, which was really the same height.

Just as I was about to take the opportunity to kiss her shamelessly, I suddenly heard a familiar voice and called out in surprise, "Mom!"

Duanmu Ming.

Just now, I was just watching Murong Bingxue, but I didn't notice him at all. Not only him, but there was a familiar figure standing beside him, and Sikong Ling looked at him sideways: "Zi Jiang!"

However, Duanmu was obviously more surprised than Sikongling, and found that his mother was not far away with Sikongling. Duanmu Ming had not contacted his mother these days, and he didn't know where she was. How busy the secretary was, it was normal for him to not have any news for a long time.

Duanmu Ming turned to find his mother when he saw Sikong Ling wanting to kiss Murong Bingxue. He said in surprise: "Mom, why are you here? Where did you come back?"

All the people from all sides surfaced. Only Duanmu Meng was the calmest one. She smiled and said, "I went to the United States and happened to be back with Sikong Ling. Oh, the two girls are so beautiful, let me introduce them."

The last sentence was told to Sikong Ling.

Sikong Ling cleaned up his messy feelings and pointed at Murong: "This is my GF Murong Bingxue, a junior student at Dongda University." Change the direction: "This is my... good friend, Ai Zixuan, the daughter of Principal Ai of Dongda University."

Duanmu Meng smiled and greeted them, as if she didn't know at all that Murong Bingxue was her son's GF.

Ai Zixuan was shocked by Duanmu's youth. Ai's mother was also a stunning beauty when she was young, but now she could tell that she was a middle-aged woman at a glance. The beauty in front of her, who seemed to be only in twenty, was Duanmu Ming's mother? Ai Zixuan said in a slight manner: "Auntie, you are so young and charming! Sorry, I'm scared me!"

Even Duanmu Ming rarely saw his mother wearing such a young and handsome appearance. He smiled and said, "What a demonic spirit! This is fairy spirit! Mom, you are so young today!"

Duanmu Meng smiled faintly: "How can you compare to you young people? Xiao Ming, after resolving your grudges and hatreds with your friends, I will go home early. I have many things to deal with in the United States these days, so I won't accompany you. Welcome to your house as a guest! I am serious, bye!"

She had seen her full-time driver wave to her not far away, touching her son's handsome face, smiling at Sikong Ling, and floating away.

Watching the fairy-like mother walk away, Sikong Ling asked Murong Bingxue expressionlessly: "Why are you so big? Didn't I just tell you one person when I come back?"

Murong Bingxue lowered his head and whispered: "Dongxie discovered that your IP address is in Tokyo, so he asked me, and I said it. Then... they all knew."

Sikong Ling: "Oh, it's this old monster again..."

Ai Zixuan sang: "I invited Duanmu Ming to come together. Duanmu's mother is right. We are here to resolve our grudges and hatreds this time, so don't blame Dongxie."

This time he came back and only told Murong to know. Isn’t this telling the problem? Sikong Ling was about to look at Ai Zixuan coldly, but found that her originally clear eyes were shining with tears. His heart softened and he was a little confused and at a loss.

"How to solve it?" Sikong Ling whispered.

Duanmu Ming waved his hand: "Stop. No matter how we solve it, we are all friends. Is it okay to have a meal first?"

Murong Bingxue: "Yes, find a place to have a meal first."

On the way to the parking lot, Duanmu Ming asked: "What is my mother doing in the United States?"

Sikong Ling: "Oh, you don't know? It seems like you are going to find your father. Your father's wife is so scary now. He uses an electric shock to knock your father out and he has to attack your mother..."

Duanmu Ming frowned, and saw Sikong Ling deliberately pausing, and said impatiently: "Is my mom okay?"

Sikong Ling: "It's okay to have me here, but I'm going to have something to do. The woman is old, ugly and fierce. I pushed her away and scolded her. Unexpectedly, I didn't expect that the evil woman actually had a gun and actually shot me and hit me in the arm."

"Ah--" the two girls exclaimed at the same time.

The three of them stared at him with doubtful eyes, as if saying, "Why aren't you dead yet?"

In front of everyone, Sikong Ling took off two tops that looked thin in the autumn wind and threw them to Murong Bingxue, revealing his thick bandaged left arm. However, after everyone took a look, they focused on his strong muscles. Obviously, after he went to the United States, he not only did not let go of his muscles, but instead became more diligent. With extremely professional equipment, methods, diet and superpowers, his abdominal muscles were obviously aggressive, and his visual effects were no longer comparable to sports athletes like Duanmu Ming who did not have professional training.

Duanmu Ming felt for the first time that Sikong Ling could put pressure on himself physically, and Sikong Ling gave people an extremely cold and cruel mental feeling. Now he is a muscular man, which can be said to be one thing that goes up and down.

Sikong Ling: "Believe it. The bullet was shot at my chest at that time. Fortunately, I flashed quickly, and I picked up the wine glass and threw it over, knocking the woman down. I pulled Elisa... Oh, it was Ming Jiang's mother, and she ran away. Later, the police investigated and found that I knocked the woman unconscious. Alas, my life was almost thrown into a foreign country."

This guy with zero moral integrity dares to take off anybody in front of anyone at any time, anywhere. Murong Bingxue blushed and returned the clothes one by one to him.

Ai Zixuan: "...You are so awesome... you actually scold others so much that they can't help but take out their guns!"

Murong Bingxue burst into laughter.

Sikong Ling sighed, and saw the unfair heroic deeds on the road were turned into something that was worthy of being asked by Zi Jiang, who was resentful.

Duanmu Ming said, "Thank you for helping my mother for being a big help." But he was not at ease. Why did Sikongling save his mother? She deliberately pretended to be like she just happened to come back together and met by chance. Maybe he didn't want to say something related to his father, but he thought again.

Sikong Ling put on his clothes and said coldly: "No need to thank you. Let's get even. I snatched your Murong, but saved your mother."

The three of them were speechless. Murong Bingxue was particularly entangled. She was really unwilling to face these two people at the same time. Duanmu Ming was elegant, while Sikongling was unrestrained and spoke freely, and they all loved her. It would be fine if they were strangers or enemies, but they were still friends, and there was still a girl who wanted to gather them together to make a break, and this girl was her own friend. This was really an unsolvable emotional scattered account.

Each of these three people drove a car. Murong Bingxue drove Sikongling's Ferrari, Ai Zixuan drove his father's Volkswagen, Duanmu Ming came from Hai'an County, and I don't know where to get an old Audi.

Sikong Ling naturally walked towards his Ferrari, which was originally his car. However, Ai Zixuan stopped him and said, "Sikong Ling, you can take my car, I have something to ask you."

Lord Zixuan was indeed quite aggressive. Since she said so, Sikongling had to get into her car.

On the way out of the airport, Ai Zixuan kept driving until Sikong Ling asked: "What do you have to ask?"

Ai Zixuan: "I want to ask you to say it again. If you like Murong is not me, then I will never disturb you again. No matter you, leave you. You must say loudly, as full of energy as you scold people, and cut off everything in one breath."

Sikong Ling wanted to say it, but he didn't dare to say it. Judging from her cruel appearance, she might be flew to the street tree with all her might.

Along the way, Sikong Ling never said a word again.

Ai Zixuan said, "Don't you speak? That's at least as important as Murong in your heart, right?"

The silent Sikong Ling broke her heart, but she still gritted her teeth and insisted on her decision.
Chapter completed!