Chapter 1218 Sweetness (2)

Fu Xiyao likes him, likes him very much, whether it is the fluttering of her heart in the past life or the renewed relationship in this life. She is also a common person. She likes the appearance of a clean and handsome man like Ling Limu. Of course, she also loves him deeply. Ling Limu, a middle-aged, deep and steady business aristocrat.

Fu Xiyao looked at him through a crack in the door with a flushed face, "Is something wrong?"

"Well, your pajamas."

Ling Limu handed her a delicate paper bag.

He prepared pajamas for her.

Fu Xiyao felt sweet in her heart. She stretched out her little hand and took the paper bag, "Thank you."

She closed the door.

…

In the shower room, Fu Xiyao took out her pajamas. It was a milky white silk nightgown, exuding a delicate girlish air.

Fu Xiyao remembered that he also bought her pajamas a year ago. At that time, they were loose black T-shirts. Now he gives her silk pajamas.

Fu Xiyao put on her nightgown. She had a stunning face and white skin, and could hold any color perfectly.

She opened the bathroom door and walked out.

Ling Limu stood handsomely in the room. When he heard the voice, he looked back, and his clear eyes fell on Fu Xiyao's little face.

Fu Xiyao didn't even have the courage to look at him. She quickly ran to the bed and shook off the slippers with her two snow-white feet. Then she crawled inside using both hands and feet, lifted up the silk quilt and covered her delicate body. , not even showing his little face.

There was a small, delicate ball under the quilt, and a soft whirlpool appeared in Ling Limu's handsome eyelids. He quickly withdrew his gaze with difficulty, "Don't be afraid... I'll sleep on the sofa."

There was no sound in Fu Xiyao's ears, and the man really fell asleep on the sofa.

what?

Fu Xiyao bit her red lips, lifted the silk on her face, raised her slender arms like lotus roots and looked at him, "Hey, Ling Limu, it's my 18th birthday today, and you haven't given me anything yet. Here’s my birthday gift!”

Ling Limu looked at her. The girl stood up. Her soft black hair was spread out, and a few strands were entangled in her beautiful and pink face. Now she looked at him with wet, delicate and angry eyes. , asked him for an 18th birthday gift.

"Didn't I give you a gift?"

"Not counting the roundness, I also want a birthday gift!"

Fu Xiyao is a bit unreasonable.

Ling Limu sat up on the sofa, "I'm not prepared and I don't have any gifts with me. I'll give you some supplies tomorrow, okay?"

Fu Xiyao's cheeks were flushed, as if they were dyed with intoxicating rouge, and her well-maintained black hair exuded the fragrance of a girl.

Then there was the beauty of her small forehead, her frowning eyebrows, and her eyelashes as long as a feather fan. She looked at him with a pair of eyes that were looking forward to him.

Shy with a sweet smile.

The dim light in the room shone on her beautiful little face. She was so bright and charming, looking at him shyly as she wanted to speak, like a beautiful girl.

Ling Limu's black pupils shrank deeply. Although he had never been close to any girl except Fu Xiyao, he had seen a lot of beautiful girls. He had never seen anyone as stunning and charming as this girl. In the sky None of the Xian'e can compare to her.

Seeing him staring at her infatuatedly, just like on the wedding night of the previous life, he lifted her red hijab without blinking.

Fu Xiyao raised her red lips, and the little pear dimples on her cheeks were extremely gorgeous, "I won't force others to do anything, just forget it if you don't want to give me a birthday gift..."

At this time Ling Limu stood up and walked over.

…

at night.

Ling Limu took Fu Xiyao's little hand out of the hotel and walked to the Pagani sports car.

Fu Xiyao took two steps and suddenly stopped.

Ling Limu looked back at her, "What's wrong?"

Fu Xiyao hit him twice with her small pink fist, her face as rosy as a newly bloomed red rose.

Ling Limu quickly raised his lips, his handsome eyebrows were filled with joy, and with a gentle and doting smile, he patted his straight back and said, "Come up, I'll carry you."

Fu Xiyao smiled, holding his neck with her two little hands and letting him carry her.

It was already night at this time, there were no people on the road, and the lights of thousands of houses were quiet and peaceful.

Ling Limu carried her firmly and firmly, spinning around in place several times.

Fu Xiyao was amused and giggled.

…

Ling Limu now lives in an apartment in the city center. When the sports car drove downstairs, Fu Xiyao was already asleep in the passenger seat.

Ling Limu opened the car door and hugged Fu Xiyao sideways.

His movements were light and gentle, fearing to disturb her in her sleep.

Fu Xiyao didn't wake up, but moved a little, burying her beautiful little face in his heart and rubbing it like a soft kitten.

Ling Limu raised her thin lips and carried her upstairs.

Opening the door to the apartment, Ling Limu carried Fu Xiyao into the room, but then the door to another room opened, and Grandma put on a coat and came out.

Although Ling Limu tried his best to move as gently as possible, grandma was an old man and would wake up at the slightest movement.

"Grandma, why are you awake?" Ling Limu looked at Grandma.

Grandma saw Fu Xiyao in Ling Limu's arms at a glance. Fu Xiyao was wrapped in his black coat, and her delicate body was wrapped in it, leaving only a pink and beautiful face.

Grandma is someone who has been here before. Now that Ling Limu has grown up, when it's time to fall in love, the two of them came back so late, and Ling Limu even hugged him back, so Grandma immediately saw something fishy.

"Amu, you and Xiyao..."

Ling Limu didn't want to hide it from grandma, he looked at her frankly, "Grandma, Xiyao is with me."

Grandma was shocked, but didn't say anything at the moment, "Carry Xiyao into the room first and then come out, grandma has something to tell you."

"Okay."

Ling Limu carried Fu Xiyao into his room, and then put her on the soft bed. The girl slept soundly. Ling Limu covered her with a quilt and then went out.

...

In the living room.

Grandma stood in front of the window, Ling Limu whispered, "Grandma."

Grandma turned around and looked at him, "Amu, you haven't been in contact with Xiyao for a year. With such a huge difference in status, I thought you two couldn't be together, but how come you are together again now? Grandma asks you, is Xiyao willing?"

Ling Limu nodded, "Yes."

"Amu, what do you think? Xiyao is the daughter of a good family, and today is her 18th birthday. She has given herself to you wholeheartedly at such a beautiful age. Have you thought about your future with this deep affection?"

"Amu, grandma didn't dare to ask for a year. You are an unfortunate child. You have been carrying too much since you were a child. You have been carrying everything by yourself and are unwilling to let others share with you. Tell grandma honestly, where did the 30 million owed by your gambling father a year ago and the money we are spending now come from? You haven't done anything illegal, right?"

Speaking of this, Ling Limu pursed his thin lips and was silent for a long time.

The old lady immediately understood what was going on. Her eyes turned red and she raised her hand to hit Ling Limu's handsome face.

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