Chapter 1171 I Don’t Have a Wife Like You

Fu Xiyao's heart skipped a beat, and she stared blankly at Ling Limu, who was coming towards her.

"Driver, lock the door quickly!"

Fu Xiyao quickly issued orders.

But, it's too late.

The next second, the car door beside her was opened, and the cold air from outside rushed in, accompanied by a tall and handsome figure.

Ling Limu put one hand on the car frame, lowered her straight back, and a pair of deep black eyes fell on her little face, "What are you hiding from?"

He asked in a low and magnetic voice.

Fu Xiyao looked at the man outside. He was blocking the side of her car. He lowered his head and asked questions just like the Silber luxury car that suddenly came out and forced her to stop. There was a sense of frivolity and slowness in his calm posture. Domineering and arrogant.

Fu Xiyao trembled with her slender Yu Jie, "Mr. Ling, are you okay?"

Ling Limu curled her thin lips and said, "Yes, where is the pearl hairpin I gave you? You don't want it, it fell to the ground. I went back to look for it just now, but I found it missing."

Pearl card issuance…

Fu Xiyao subconsciously wanted to retreat a little, "I don't know."

"real?"

"kindness."

Ling Limu stretched out his big hand and put it directly into her pocket.

Fu Xiyao's black and white pupils shrank instantly, "Ling Limu!"

She put her little hands into her pockets and pressed his big hands hard.

She had picked up the pearl hairpin, and it was now in her pocket, and he had already touched it.

Her voice "Ling Limu" ​​rang in Ling Limu's ears. It seemed like it was the first time she had called him by his name. She was irritated and embarrassed at the same time.

In her pocket, her little hand pressed on his big hand...

Ling Limu had never held a woman's hand before, and now he felt that the little hand she was covering was warm, soft, smooth, and boneless.

Ling Limu raised his eyes and landed on Fu Xiyao's little face.

Now the two people's faces were very close. She was sitting and he was hunched over. This distance allowed him to see the layer of crystal fluff covering her greasy white skin. Now the black fringed scarf was scattered randomly. In her pink neck, she looked at him with a pair of frightened beautiful eyes, bright eyes and white teeth, with an unparalleled look.

Ling Limu fell in love with her beautiful face.

Only then did Fu Xiyao realize that she had held Ling Limu's big hand, and she instantly retracted it as if she had been electrocuted.

The snow-white earlobes turned red uncomfortably.

"Mr. Ling, what do you mean?"

Ling Limu looked at her with his deep black eyes, "I should ask you this, don't you want my gift? Why did you secretly pick it up and put it in your pocket again?"

"I...I think this is a gift from Mr. Ling after all. I accepted it out of politeness. Mr. Ling, if you go back to find this pearl card, do you want to transfer this pearl card to someone else?"

Forward to others…

"Ha." Ling Limu laughed softly.

Fu Xiyao felt that her earlobes were getting redder. She shouldn't have said this more. Her "transfer to others" clearly referred to Luo Li, and she could hear the smell of jealousy no matter how she listened.

When he said "ha", he was obviously laughing at her.

"I don't lack gifts, what I lack is... people to receive gifts." At this time, Ling Limu said quietly.

Fu Xiyao's heart skipped a beat, and her heart beat uncontrollably again. What was he doing? Did he come here specifically to tease her?

At this time, Fu Xiyao saw the driver in front of her. The driver probably realized something was wrong between her and Ling Limu, and had already turned his attention.

This matter will soon reach the ears of Mrs. Yun and Princess Luoling.

Fu Xiyao clenched her fist, trying to drive away the man in front of her, "Mr. Ling, you..."

"Get out of the car." Ling Limu raised his thin lips.

What?

Fu Xiyao looked at the man in front of her, "Where are you going?"

"Go to my room."

“…”

Fu Xiyao's breath tightened. She didn't understand what he meant. What did he mean... go to his room?

She didn't move. Ling Limu raised his handsome eyebrows and smiled softly, "Then I'll hug you."

ah?

Before Fu Xiyao could react, Ling Limu's strong arms stretched out and directly lifted her delicate body out.

Fu Xiyao was startled when her body suddenly flew into the air. He hugged her once in his memory, and that was fifteen years ago.

In the past fifteen years, there has been no man around her.

Now her body was held firmly in his strong arms, and a strange and delicious manly masculinity invaded her nose. Fu Xiyao quickly formed a fist and smashed it on his strong chest, "Ling Li Mu, let me go, put me down quickly, someone will see me!"

A bright smile appeared in Ling Limu's deep black eyes, "You will see it when you see it. With me here, what are you afraid of?"

There were two blushes on Fu Xiyao's beautiful palm-sized face. What did she mean when he was here? What was she afraid of? She was just very afraid.

Ling Limu held her in his arms and strode into the Sofitel Hotel. At this time, the hotel manager came over with several staff members. Everyone gasped when they saw this scene.

"Old...boss! Boss lady!"

The hotel manager and several staff stood in a row and bowed respectfully.

Fu Xiyao's eyes narrowed as she was called the "lady boss", she was not!

At this time, I heard Ling Limu's warm smile above my head, "If you don't want others to see your face, just hug my neck."

Without saying a word, Fu Xiyao stretched out her little hands and hugged Ling Limu's neck, and buried her hot face in his chest.

Ling Limu pressed the elevator for the CEO and went upstairs.

…

Upstairs, the presidential suite.

The two entered the room, and Ling Limu gently placed Fu Xiyao on the carpet.

Fu Xiyao turned around and was about to leave.

"Fu Xiyao."

Ling Limu called her name and stretched out his big hand to grab her slender wrist.

Fu Xiyao tried hard to shake him off, "Ling Limu, you hurt me."

Ling Limu pushed her back, and Fu Xiyao's slender back was directly against the wall.

At this time, the vision went dark, Ling Limu pressed over, and a big hand supported on the wall beside her head, blocking her.

The two people were very close, he didn't stick to her, and kept some distance.

"Ling Limu, what do you want to do?"

Fu Xiyao protected herself with her two small hands in front of her, and her pair of beautiful eyes looked at him with watery eyes, shy and alert.

"Call your husband and ask him to pick you up." Ling Limu said.

What?

He asked her to call Luo Sen?

Luo Sen died fifteen years ago, how could she call?

Fu Xiyao keenly sensed that Ling Limu knew something.

"Luo Sen is recovering from illness, so it's inconvenient for him to come."

"His wife is in another man's room. Why doesn't she come to pick him up when he's sick? If he doesn't come tonight, I won't let you go."

Fu Xiyao's pupils shrank, and her red lips trembled. After a long time, she said angrily, "Are you threatening me? Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. Just think about your wife..."

Ling Limu interrupted her, "I don't have a wife like you."

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