Chapter 1183 Ling Limu, I Love You, Do You Know That?

Ling Limu said to her, Yaoyao, you are my darling.

Ling Limu has loved Fu Xiyao all his life, worked hard for her, and wasted his whole life for her, but in the past 20 years, he has never revealed any love to her.

This was the only murmur of love he uttered. She was his darling.

Fu Xiyao's heart trembled, and two blushes appeared on her beautiful face. She went to hold his big hand, "Ling Limu..."

His big hand slipped quietly from her palm, and Ling Limu's tall and handsome body collapsed and fell on the lawn.

Fu Xiyao was confused. She quickly squatted down and reached out to push him, "Ling Limu...Ling Limu, what's wrong with you?"

She felt the heat and stickiness of her hand.

It was all blood.

Fu Xiyao's soft white hands were full of blood. She saw the sharp arrow in his abdomen that had penetrated his body, and she saw the bloody lawn.

Every step he took towards her was filled with blood.

Fu Xiyao was trembling all over, her face was as white as a piece of paper, and heat was constantly steaming out of her beautiful pupils. She looked at him with blurred eyes, "Ling Limu, what's wrong with you? Why are you injured?"

She stretched out her little hand to touch his bleeding wound, but stopped, her fingers curled up, and she didn't dare to touch it.

She is afraid.

She was really scared.

Big tears fell down, like broken beads. Fu Xiyao looked at him with tears in her eyes, "Ling Limu, don't be like this... don't make such a joke, it's not funny at all..."

Ling Limu felt tears falling on his handsome cheeks. He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Fu Xiyao with tears streaming down his face.

Ling Limu curled his thin lips. He thought that even though he had never received her love in his life, as Princess Luo Ling said, her people, and even a kiss were extravagant hopes, but he had her tears...

She shed tears for him...

That's enough.

Ling Limu wanted to raise his hand to wipe away her tears, but all his strength was taken away in an instant, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Ling Limu left.

"President!"

The private secretary suddenly fell to his knees on the lawn.

Fu Xiyao seemed to be unable to breathe. She looked at Ling Limu, then tremblingly stretched out her index finger and placed it under his nose. There was no warmth or breathing there.

he's gone.

He's really gone!

There was a voice in her ears that kept telling her that Ling Limu was gone, and then the whole world was saying that Ling Limu was gone. Fu Xiyao felt like her heart was cut by a knife. She had never felt pain like this in her life. .

She lost him.

"ah!"

Fu Xiyao screamed uncontrollably, then fainted on the lawn.

…

The little prince rushed to the villa. The villa was all black and white, and Ling Limu's body was placed in the ice cellar.

"Knock, knock," the little prince knocked on the door of the room.

Soon a pleasant voice came from inside, "Come in."

The little prince pushed open the door and entered.

Fu Xiyao was in the room. She was standing quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. She was wearing a black dress and a small white flower in her curled hair.

She turned around, looked at the little prince, and smiled lightly, "Little prince, are you here? Come here."

Fu Xiyao waved to the little prince.

The little prince has grown up next to Fu Xiyao since he was a child. He regards Fu Xiyao as his mother, respects and loves her. In the eyes of the little prince, Fu Xiyao is no different now than usual. She is still so elegant, gentle and charming, and her movements are They all radiated light, as if the man's departure had no impact.

But the little prince still noticed a difference. Fu Xiyao's beautiful pupils had no color... in them.

The little prince walked towards Fu Xiyao. He didn't know that this was the last time in his life that he would see Fu Xiyao, the eldest daughter of a high family in Gudingburg and the world-famous Princess Xiyao. She had gone through the changes of power and times, and she was dressed in a long dress. High into the clouds, spotless.

"Mommy."

The little prince called out.

Fu Xiyao knelt down and looked at the little prince's level. She raised her hand and touched the little prince's head, "Little prince, now that Earl Roy has fallen and Mrs. Yun has withdrawn from the political stage, all the rights are now in your hands. Are you confident about the future? "

"Mommy, I still have you."

Fu Xiyao shook her head gently, "Mommy can't stay with you forever. Everyone has their own path to walk. Little prince, you were born in a family of emperors, generals and prime ministers, and you hold great power, but you can't live your life freely. , you are, and so am I.”

"The replacement of power is the hard work of several generations. You must secure your position in the future, guard the current prosperity, and let the years be stable."

"understand?"

The little prince nodded in understanding, "Understood."

Fu Xiyao reached out and hugged the little prince, "Goodbye, little prince."

"Bye Mommy."

The little prince went out.

…

The little prince left, Fu Xiyao walked out of the room, and came to the study.

There is still a Greek masterpiece on the desk in the study.

Fu Xiyao took the famous book in her hand and opened it...

---Ling Limu, you are a top student, and I am also a top student. It's a pity that I didn't meet you then, otherwise I would have competed with you.

---Although you definitely can't beat me, I will stop and wait for you...

The scene of that night seemed to still appear clearly in front of her eyes. Fu Xiyao looked at the sofa. She seemed to see Ling Limu sitting next to her in a simple black shirt. He looked at her with a gentle and doting look on his face and told her a classic. .

Fu Xiyao raised her red lips, and soon big tears fell.

She hugged the classic book in her hand tightly in her arms, curled up in a corner, and cried bitterly.

In a blink of an eye, he disappeared.

Like a dream.

The Ling Limu who could only stand outside and look at her from afar on her 18th birthday and secretly gave her a round moon, he disappeared.

The handsome and unparalleled young man, he reached out to touch her little face and said he would take her away, he disappeared.

The Ling Limu who returned fifteen years later, Nan Gu Bei Ling had become a generation of financial tycoons, he wore a dragon and phoenix wedding robe on the wedding night, looked at her with a smile, his eyes full of broken stars, he disappeared.

He just disappeared, leaving her defenseless.

Sometimes Fu Xiyao didn't know whether she should hate him. He came when he wanted to come, and he left when he wanted to leave.

It would be great if he hadn't come.

If he hadn't come, she would still be the noble lady, Princess Xiyao, and she would live a good life.

Why did he come?

Did he know that the handsome 24-year-old boy had also amazed her eyes?

Did he know that she stood outside the airport all night when he left 15 years ago?

Her calm heart was repeatedly stirred by him. He, who was young and heart-beating, became the most beautiful accident in her life. She never thought that she would fall in love with someone, but it turned out that love made her so painful in her life.

He said she was his sweetheart, so, Ling Limu, I love you, do you know it?

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