After I died, I became the white moonlight of scumbag A's ex-husband

Zong Ying stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out of the window. He had a half-burned cigarette in his mouth, and the folder was spread out in his palm, still staying on the first page of the catalog.

Rarely, he is distracted.

Xu You was a little surprised. Since Mr. Hang passed away, in the past year, Mr. Zong has almost turned into a workaholic, and he is more focused than anyone else on his work.

"Mr. Zong..."

"Coffee, it doesn't taste right."

Zong Ying spoke abruptly, asking a question that caught Xu You off guard.

"Ok?"

As expected, Xu You is an old man who has worked with Zongying for many years. He quickly realized what the boss meant and said quickly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zong, it was my negligence. The coffee you have been drinking before was finished yesterday. Maybe Tang Yun didn't have time to buy a new one today, so she changed to another brand."

"In exchange, I'm not used to drinking this."

"Yes……"

Xu You couldn't help but sigh when he thought that the former Mr. Zong couldn't tell the difference in the taste of coffee at all.

"When I take a break, I will tell Tang Yun to go buy it."

"Um……"

After hearing this, Zong Ying nodded and said, "Just the brand that Xiaojing bought before."

Xu You gave a soft "ah" and sighed deeply: "I know, Mr. Zong, please don't worry."

"The popular movie star Lin Yushu signed a contract with Wanxing Entertainment, and invested hundreds of millions to become the company's major shareholder!"

Zong Ying glanced at it, thinking that it was indeed so.

Lin Yushu now makes no secret of his relationship with Zong Qi, standing on the opposite side of him openly.

That idiot Zong Qi was nothing to worry about, relying on Lin Yushu's advice and suggestions for the past year, he has tripped him both up and down.

Lin Yushu intends to fight against him, but every time he makes a move, he doesn't touch his base, and just scratches his head to find bad luck for him.

Now that he can become the major shareholder of Wanxing Entertainment, it seems that he has benefited a lot from Zong Qi.

Zong Ying thought, if this continues, Zong Qi will be fooled by Lin Yushu sooner or later and he will not even be able to keep his shares, but this is probably Lin Yushu's real purpose.

Become a shareholder of Qiansheng to disgust him, just like what he said at the beginning, no one can live a good life.

Zong Ying raised his eyes and saw that Xu You was still standing there: "Is there anything else you want?"

Xu You hesitated to speak.

"Just say anything."

"Mr. Zong..."

Thinking of the phone call just now, Xu You frowned and thought for a while, then said, "I've already contacted Mr. Gu Zhijin."

"The designer of the baby lock?"

Zong Ying paid special attention to this matter, and remembered Gu Zhijin's name very firmly.

"to him……"

"what happened?"

Zong Ying noticed that Xu You was hesitating, "He raised the price on the floor? No matter how much it is, just give it to him."

"no……"

Xu You has been in the mall for so long, when she went to contact Gu Zhijin early in the morning, she was ready for the other party to speak loudly, but she didn't want the result to be far beyond her expectations.

None of her prepared negotiating skills were used.

"Mr. Gu means that the baby lock is just one accessory in the series he designed, and there is also a pair of baby bracelets, which are prepared for the finals."

"He is willing to give the copyright of these two accessories to Mr. Zong for free after the MTC design competition is over."

Zong Ying's calm expression finally showed a crack of surprise.

Jewelry is a series, it is still understandable, but free gift

Zong Ying thought a lot in an instant. He wondered if Gu Zhijin wanted to make friends with Qian Sheng, but Qian Sheng didn't set foot in the fashion circle, nor did he invest in jewelry brands. If a designer wants to make a name in the circle, he should be more willing After signing the contract, he wondered if this was Lin Yushu's plot against him again, but it didn't make sense.

Lin Yushu's arm is not so long, so he can't easily infiltrate the capital circle. The design drawings are real. As long as the process is standardized and the contract is drawn up for copyright purchase, what can be calculated?

But something is strange, there must be a reason.

"reason?"

Xu You raised his eyes slightly, observed Zong Ying's rather serious expression, adjusted his emotions, and replied cautiously: "Mr. Gu said that he and Mr. Hang have an old relationship. This baby series of works was originally for Zong Xi's little girl." Master designed it."

"Mr. Zong, if he contributed money for Young Master Zong Xi, he is willing to donate it for free."

Zong Ying leaned back on the leather swivel chair, took down the cigarette dangling from his lips, and between the slender knuckles, an orange-red fire was shining.When the hot ash fell on his finger, the tingling did not wake up his nerves paralyzed by nicotine.

"Mr. Zong..."

Seeing the hot red spot on Zong Ying's hand, Xu You said anxiously, "Your hand..."

Zong Ying wrung out the cigarette in the ashtray, and the orange-red flame turned gray in the blink of an eye, leaving only fine white spots dissipating in the air.

"Gu Zhijin and Xiaojing...do they know each other? I've never heard of this name."

Xu You couldn't grasp Zong Ying's mind, so he tentatively asked, "Do you want to investigate this Gu Zhijin?"

Zong Ying was silent for a long time before shaking his head.

He neglected too much about Hang Jing's past. Since he is also a jewelry designer, it's not surprising that Gu Zhijin knew Hang Jing.

Since Gu Zhijin was able to design baby accessories for Zong Xi, and was willing to give away the copyright for free, it seems that there should be no malice.

Zong Ying is now very patient with everything related to Hang Jing, even if he can absorb a little bit of fragments related to Hang Jing, to him, it is a ray of oxygen in a vacuum environment, which is extremely precious.

"There's no need to check. If Gu Zhijin really has old friends with Xiao Jing, it would be too presumptuous of you to do so. I don't want to make Xiao Jing's friends feel unhappy."

Zong Ying thought about it and made a decision.

"Advance all the meetings during the National Day, and don't arrange the itinerary during those few days. When I wait for the finals, I will go to Sanhu City to meet this Gu Zhijin."

Xu You was taken aback. The work schedule during the National Day period was already full. If it was all brought forward, Mr. Zong would only be able to rest for less than five hours a day in the last ten days.

Can Mr. Zong afford this kind of work intensity?

Just to meet someone related to Mr. Hang?

Obviously don't know the details of the other party

Mr. Hang has been gone for almost a year, and the young master Zong Xi is still a toddler.

When they heard the bad news, many girls in the company cried their eyes red, but now few people mention Mr. Hang's name.

For the sake of Mr. Hang, the second young master of the Xi family, who has always been cold-hearted to Mr. Zong, has not often come to find fault recently.

The chairman's wife has always wanted to choose a new partner for Mr. Zong. Chairman Zong, who has always been strongly opposed to this, seems to have loosened his attitude recently.

Even Mr. Hang's sister, Hang Chen, the president of the Hang Group, is getting married at the end of the year.

Everyone is gradually letting go of Mr. Hang's misfortune, and they each move forward, but Mr. Zong seems to have fallen into a quagmire. As time goes by, he sinks deeper and deeper, and it is difficult to extricate himself.

In other words, he didn't want to get out of the quagmire at all.

He actively chose to indulge himself in the past, like self-punishment, no one has the right to interfere. It was very late at night, when Zong Ying left the company, he glanced at the time, and Zong Xi had already fallen asleep.

He drove back to Hang Jing's former residence.

In the past year, if he hadn't returned to the old house to accompany Zong Xi, he would have lived here alone.

For him, this is his and Hang Jing's wedding room, the place he was least willing to come back to, but now it is the only place that keeps traces of Hang Jing.

He couldn't sleep anywhere but here.

The bedside lamp in the master bedroom was on, and Zong Ying was washing in the bathroom.

The mirror cabinet on the sink has been replaced with a new one. This time it is installed firmly, but it is still the same as before.

Every time Zong Ying sees this mirror cabinet, he seems to be able to see a crack in the complete mirror. The crack spreads from the center of the mirror to the outside, and finally the whole thing explodes.

From the mirror, he saw a white and feeble arm covered with shards of glass. The blood from the wound flowed out unstoppably, covering the floor of the bathroom, everywhere, reflecting a fog of blood in front of his eyes. Covered with a layer of blood.

It was like a nightmare repeated every day, reminding him of what had happened this time, haunting his heart over and over again.

Zong Ying fell in love with this process of self-torture, and was stubbornly unwilling to replace the mirror.

He goes in and out of this bathroom every night, and goes to Hang Jing's studio to look at the aurora map every day. He wears the wedding ring designed by Hang Jing and never leaves his body.

He slept on the bed that Hang Jing had slept on, covered with the quilt that Hang Jing had covered, and held Hang Jing's pajamas in his arms. On the bedside table were the quick-acting Jiuxin pills and aspirin that Hang Jing had eaten.

He will buy a lot of camellias, put a bunch of them in every conspicuous place in the house, and replace them regularly, making sure that each one is fresh, tender and beautiful.

He spends the sensitive period alone in the home full of flowers, and let the camellia scent stimulate him to almost go crazy but he can't vent.

He even locked himself in the room during the susceptible period, but he didn't allow himself to destroy any furnishings in the room, allowing all the violence and lust to explode in his body.

He placed camellias in every corner of the room, but he was not willing to touch even a petal.

He was afraid that he would lose control of his strength and crush the petals.

He was afraid that once he did this, the next time he dreamed of Hang Jing, he would cry and cry for pain again.

He curled up in the corner, looking at the camellias in full bloom in the room, smelling the fragrance of flowers, neighing hopelessly.

The more painful the process, the more satisfied he is.

Fei Wan once cried and accused him of being crazy, because of a dead man.

But Zong Ying knew that he was not crazy, he was very rational.

If he is really crazy, he should go to Hang Jing regardless, to apologize, to make amends, to do whatever.

But he didn't...

He worked diligently and took good care of Zong Xi. The equity and children were left to him by Hang Jing.

He had to guarantee that the Qiansheng Group would be completely handed over to Zong Xi in the future.

He was afraid that if he didn't do well, Hang Jing would blame him when he saw Hang Jing in the future.

It is said that one day in the world is one day in the underworld.

Zong Ying is not afraid of killing his heart alive, he is afraid that it will be too late to find him before Hang Jing's reincarnation.

Every night before going to bed, Zong Ying would silently pray──

"Xiao Jing, please, walk slowly, wait for me, wait for me to find you..." Thanks to He Qian for being a egg yolk, Yuan Ling, Tianzi, a day's salary, Chengchengcheng, Fanmeng? Uh huh, Mu Is Chen a naive, falling dream, little friend Gu Sheng, cute friend 49744735433, Ou Yu, Chen Handong, Nny, and give me a chestnut?monthly pass