Chapter 395 Her Willfulness

Chu Chen lowered his eyebrows and remained motionless.

Xia Yu smiled, and her voice returned to its usual soft tone: "If he hadn't stopped you and made you desperately try to rob my sister's lounge, that would have really angered Brother Ziheng."

Xia Ling stared at them, her chest heaving and speechless.

"Okay, very good..." After a long time, she gritted her teeth and turned around to go downstairs. She couldn't believe that she couldn't find the phone!

After taking only a few steps, she bumped into someone with a gentle chest and a black silk cotton shirt, which made the tip of her nose hurt. A pair of dry and warm hands held her firmly, and above her head, a deep male voice sounded: "What's going on? Who bullied you?"

Xia Ling covered the tip of her nose and raised her head. When she saw that familiar face, she almost wanted to cry.

"Akun..." She sniffed aggrievedly, "Please lend me your phone."

Feng Kun didn't ask why, just took out his mobile phone and handed it over. The silver-gray metal body carried his body temperature, holding it in his hand with a heavy weight.

"Feng Kun!" Chu Chen looked ugly, "How can you borrow her phone! Do you know what she wants to use the phone for?!"

Feng Kun glanced at him lightly: "Xiao Ling can do whatever she likes."

Chu Chen choked on his words, but knew that he couldn't stop Xia Ling, so he kept her on the phone with a bad look on his face.

The screen of Feng Kun's mobile phone was very large. Xia Ling dialed the familiar numbers with her fingertips and saw the silver-white characters pop up one by one. Next to her, Chu Chen whispered in surprise: "This is..."

She looked up at him and remembered that this number was reserved for the late Queen Xia Ling. In her previous life, Chu Chen had followed her for many years and met her countless times.

He lowered his head and continued to dial with concentration. After a while, the call was connected.

Pei Ziheng's voice: "Hello, Xiao Ling?"

"Pei Ziheng." When it was time to call him, she felt a little guilty and short of breath. What if he refused?

"Xiao Ling?" Pei Ziheng's voice was low and mellow. He seemed to be very happy that she called him. The tail tone rose slightly with some joy, "What's wrong, you called me suddenly?"

"Pei Ziheng," she hesitated, then said, "I want 1801."

"What?" He didn't understand, but said quickly, "No problem, you can do whatever you want. Ask Chu Chen to do it for you."

Does he know what he promised? Xia Ling's heart skipped a beat, and she simply said: "What I want is the rest room where Xia Ling used to be, upstairs from Feng Kun's recording studio. I also want you to remove all the photos of Xia Ling in the company, and the rest room of Xia Ling." The used tables and chairs, Xia Ling's favorite flowers, Xia Ling's specified wall and carpet colors...all of them will be replaced."

"Xiao Ling, what's wrong with you?" Pei Ziheng didn't agree immediately, but asked her.

"I don't like those! Pei Ziheng, I don't like it!" It was a good thing that she didn't make this call. Once she did, she discovered that the entire emperor's office building was filled with traces of her previous life - at that time, she really He is a very picky person, and even if one of the moldings in the corridor is not to his liking, he will have the entire decoration redone.

The emperor was Pei Ziheng's, but what filled her from the inside out was the style of her previous life.

One scene at a time, piercing the heart step by step.

Now that she is Ye Xingling, she does not need to keep these things to remind everyone how much Pei Ziheng loves a dead woman. Soon, she will have a baby. If this baby is destined to grow up in the emperor, Then, it is best to let everyone know from now on that she, Ye Xingling, is superior to Xia Ling. Only if her position is secure can her baby be safe.

"You used to like it very much." Pei Ziheng said.

"I don't like it now, not at all. I don't want to face the relics of a dead person all day long. Pei Ziheng, Xia Ling is dead! Dead!" She gradually became excited. Why, what he saw was always the past. ? !

Chu Chen, Xia Yu, and Xia Yu's manager and assistant all looked ugly when they heard her talking on the phone. She is probably the only one who can say that Xia Ling is "a dead person" in front of Pei Ziheng.

On the other end of the phone, the man was silent.

Xia Ling held the phone tightly in her hand and breathed heavily.

Finally, he spoke: "I don't like what you say about yourself."

"Then don't let me live like a dead person." She calmed down.

"Xiao Ling, my Xiao Ling..." He murmured her name like an inaudible sigh, "It's you who dare to be so willful in front of me. That's all, as you wish, everything you have ever done before Just take care of the things yourself and deal with them."

He agreed.

Xia Ling breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't feel very happy. It was like she had fought a war and won, but was very tired. After hanging up the phone, she said to Chu Chen: "Open this room, redecorate it, and give it to the emperor's best male singer." She no longer wants this room. In her previous life, her status and strength were worthy of it. , she is far from that popular now, and settling here is just a source of criticism.

Before Chu Chen said anything, Xia Yu could no longer stand: "Ye Xingling, don't pretend to pass on the imperial edict. How could Brother Ziheng allow you to move this room?! It belongs to my sister!"

The tone of her voice changed, and her expression became distorted, no longer as calculating as before.

Xia Ling was stunned by the resentment in her eyes. This time, it was sincere and not fake.

Is her acting skills improving again, or is her eyesight getting worse? In short, Xia Ling would not believe that she had any good intentions. The words she said that drove Xia Ling to death are still in her ears, and it is still painful to think about it now.

"Xia Yu." Xia Ling looked at her and said, "How can a person like you care about your sister? Don't always use her name to gain sympathy. Let me tell you, I don't do this."

"You!" Xia Yu glared at her, her delicate little face becoming more and more twisted, vicious and ferocious, "Ye Xingling, do you think you are qualified to compete with my sister just by having a room? Let me tell you, you can't even compare to one of her fingers. If you don’t, you don’t deserve it!”

"Whether I am worthy or not is not up to you." If it weren't for the events in her previous life that left a deep impression on Xia Ling, looking at Xia Yu's performance at this time, Xia Ling almost thought that she had wrongly blamed her, and she was a useless person. A picky good sister.

Xia Yu said nothing more, stared at her one last time, turned around and left.

Xia Ling was somewhat relieved to leave so cleanly. Although I had long decided to treat her as a stranger, the sisterly relationship of more than 20 years in my previous life finally came to such an end that every time I faced this former sister, I would say that there was no wave in my heart. possible.

"Xiao Ling..." Feng Kun looked at her worriedly.