Chapter 1182 Yaoyao, You Are My Sweetheart

Ling Limu turned around and got on the extended version of the business car. The business car sped away and disappeared from Fu Xiyao's sight.

Fu Xiyao stood there, and after he disappeared, she slowly lowered her slender feathers, raised her little hand, and touched the corner of her lips that was touched by his fingertips just now...

She shyly and sweetly raised her red lips.

...

Two days later.

These two days were like a year for Fu Xiyao, and she was always worried about Ling Limu's situation.

In the afternoon, Fu Xiyao picked up her mobile phone and dialed the familiar number.

A melodious mobile phone ring sounded on the other end, and then it was picked up slowly, and Ling Limu's low and magnetic voice poured in, "Hello."

"How are your things going?" Fu Xiyao asked him.

"Everything is going well."

Four simple words, capable and calm.

Fu Xiyao's tense nerves quickly relaxed, great, she had been worried about him, it seems that this trip is very smooth.

Ling Limu is introverted and calm. He has been immersed in the business world for many years and participated in this power struggle early on, so Fu Xiyao believes in him.

"So... are you back today?"

He said he would be back in two days after the business trip, and two days have passed...

Ling Limu's magnetic voice was stained with a warm smile, "Why, did you miss me?"

He said, why, did you miss me?

Fu Xiyao felt her face getting hot, and she quickly bit her bright red lower lip with her pearly teeth, "I didn't."

"I'm already at the airport, and I'm going back on a special plane now, and I'll be home in the evening." He smiled at the other end.

He's back?

Fu Xiyao's beautiful little face was filled with sweet flowers, but she quickly flattened it and pretended not to care, "You can play outside for a few more days..."

"I miss you, can't I?"

Ling Limu interrupted her directly.

This time, Fu Xiyao's snow-white earlobes were stained with a blush, "Then I'll wait for you to come home in the evening."

"Yes."

The two hung up the phone.

Fu Xiyao sat on the bed, her slender feathers hanging down as she found his phone number, and then changed his note from "Ling Limu" ​​to "husband".

...

At night.

The special plane landed, and the personal secretary drove Ling Limu back home in an extended business luxury car, which was parked on the lawn.

The back door opened, and Ling Limu got out. He was wearing a black tweed coat, which was stained with a bit of dust and the cold air of the night.

Ling Limu looked at his secretary, "You go back first."

"Yes, President."

"By the way, help me clear all the recent schedules."

"President, are you going to take your wife on a honeymoon trip?" the personal secretary asked.

Ling Limu hooked his thin lips and nodded, "Yes."

The personal secretary smiled, "Okay, I wish the president and his wife a happy wedding."

Ling Limu turned sideways and walked into the villa.

He saw from a distance that the villa was brightly lit. Although the curtains were drawn on the large floor-to-ceiling windows, the bright yellow light inside leaked out, so warm.

This is his home.

The person he loves most is at home.

Ling Limu pulled his long legs apart.

The next second, he felt a sudden pain in his abdomen.

"President!"

The personal secretary behind him was shocked.

Ling Limu lowered his handsome eyelids and saw that there was an arrow in his abdomen, and now the sharp tip of the arrow had penetrated his abdomen.

"Drip drip" blood dripped down.

Ling Limu raised his eyes and saw a figure standing in front of him. It was Princess Luo Ling.

Princess Luo Ling held a bow in her hand. She looked at Ling Limu and smiled. As she smiled, tears fell down, looking crazy.

The love she couldn't get, the man she couldn't get, she wouldn't let others get it.

"Ling Limu, you have perfectly solved the problem of Count Roy. His power has collapsed and the royal family is no longer a threat. Therefore, your usefulness has come to an end."

"Fu Xiyao has no offspring. The little prince is my son. I will be the most noble woman in the future. You see, you have been making wedding clothes for others all your life. It's really pitiful."

"Ling Limu, no matter how you climb up in these years, you can't change your origin. You and Fu Xiyao are not from the same world. You never got her love, her person, and even... even a kiss is a luxury for you until you die."

"You have wealth, power, status, fame in your short life, and even Fu Xiyao has become your wife, but she will always be the noble lady from a high family, beautiful, intelligent, and you are the dream that you can't reach because of her."

Princess Luo Ling's eyes were blurred with tears. She really loved the man in front of her, so she is also in pain now.

The personal secretary's face had changed. He ran forward and said, "President, hold on. I'll call now..."

At this time, a big hand reached out and stopped the secretary.

"President!"

Ling Limu's deep black eyes were like ink, deep and bottomless. His eyes moved away from Princess Luo Ling's face and fell on the villa in front.

At this time, with a "creak", the door of the villa opened.

It was dark night now. The moment the door of the villa opened, the bright yellow and warm light inside was radiant.

Then, a delicate figure appeared, Fu Xiyao came out.

Tonight, Fu Xiyao wore a pink dress, with her pure black hair flowing down smoothly. She stood in the halo, exuding a captivating beauty like a bright pearl.

Ling Limu looked at her, his thin lips upwards a little bit, he raised his feet and walked towards her step by step.

Princess Luo Ling stood aside and watched. She watched Ling Limu walk towards Fu Xiyao, with blood on every step and the ground was stained with blood.

At the last moment of his life, he still tried his best to walk towards her.

Fu Xiyao had been waiting for Ling Limu to come home. She heard the sound of the car and rushed out immediately. She immediately saw Ling Limu.

A brilliant smile bloomed on Fu Xiyao's beautiful face. She hurried down the steps and ran to Ling Limu's side.

The evening breeze blew, and the hem of her pink skirt fluttered and got tangled in his black trousers. She looked up at him with her watery eyes, and said in a sweet voice, "Are you home?"

Ling Limu stopped, his handsome eyebrows overflowing with tenderness, "Well, I'm home."

"With Earl Roy resolved, there will no longer be any threats to the royal family and Gudingburg, and these two aristocratic families will continue to thrive for generations to come."

"I know that you have separated from Mrs. Yun and Princess Luoling. Once Earl Roy falls, they will definitely fight back against you. It doesn't matter. I have made all arrangements. Mrs. Yun will withdraw from the political stage. I know you I like the little prince, but Princess Luoling is the biological mother of the little prince after all. I am afraid that the little prince will not treat you well after he comes to power, so I will send Princess Luoling away to a far away place. "

"From the moment I met you, you were so noble. From now on, you will be the most noble and blooming woman in the world."

He talked a lot, his voice as low and calm as ever.

Regarding Fu Xiyao's future, he had already made plans.

He has already paved the way for her future.

Fu Xiyao looked at him, "What's wrong with you? Why do you talk so much all at once? I think you're weird."

Ling Limu smiled, and he slowly stretched out his big hand and gently touched her face, "The last sentence."

"What?" Fu Xiyao didn't understand.

There was blood flowing from the corners of Ling Limu's lips. He lowered his voice and murmured, "Yaoyao, you are my...darling."

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More finished.

This chapter was a bit long to write, and Nishang burst into tears while writing it.