Chapter 720 Tonight, the Whole City Is Snowing

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"Let's go, Silver Faced King." Tang Mo'er raised his feet to leave.

At this moment, a low-alcoholic voice sounded in my ears, "Sister, wait for me. I'll change clothes and go with you."

Tang Moer turned to look at Lu Yeming, and blinked Yu Jie warmly, "No need Yeming, the Silver-faced King has a special car to pick me up, and he will send me back."

Lu Yeming had no expression, "I'll accompany you."

With that said, he turned and went upstairs.

Tang Mo'er felt warm in her heart when she looked at her younger brother's tall and jade-like figure. As his younger brother grew up, he became more and more powerful and domineering.

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Several extended business luxury cars parked on the lawn in front of Hanshan Garden, and Tang Moer got out of the car.

The rear window slowly slid down, revealing Lu Yeming's handsome face. Tang Moer waved her little hand to him, "Yeming, I'll go in first. You wait for me here."

Lu Yeming sat in the back seat, he curled his thin lips and said, "Okay."

Tang Moer entered Hanshan Garden.

Xuan Ying watched this scene, then walked forward. He looked at Lu Yeming in the car, "Xi Wangjue, you seem to be very special to your sister."

Lu Yeming leaned his slender body lazily into the back seat. He raised his handsome eyelids and glanced at Xuan Ying, then said casually, "It seems that Feng Lingxue has been to Beixing Palace in the past two days since she disappeared. Noodle King, you should mind your own business when you have time.”

Xuan Ying's glazed eyes flashed for a moment, and then she slowly raised her lips, "Don't worry, I know my own affairs better than anyone else."

…

Tang Moer went upstairs and looked at Xuan Ying behind her, "Where is Miss Feng's room?"

Xuan Ying stretched out his hand and pointed to the servant's room in front.

Tang Mo'er pushed open the servant's room and walked in. Her bright clear eyes scanned the room.

"No need to look for it, no one can be hidden here." Xuan Ying said in an indifferent voice.

Indeed, this low-class servant's room is very simple, with a bed, a window, and a wardrobe.

Such a small space can be scanned at a glance.

Tang Moer's eyes fell on the wardrobe. She stepped forward, then stretched out her two small hands and opened the wardrobe door.

The closet door opened, and there was a row of clothes hanging inside. Behind the clothes, there was a figure curled up in the corner of the closet.

Xuan Ying's expression changed, and he quickly stepped forward with black military boots. He reached out and pulled open the clothes with a "swish" sound.

Feng Lingxue curled up there and fell asleep.

She was really sleeping, wearing a thin skirt, holding her curled-up knees with two small hands, which were just a little bit big, hiding in the closet, like a little kitten playing hide-and-seek.

Xuan Ying's heart tugged hard, and he slowly reached out and peeled off the long hair on Feng Lingxue's face, revealing her stunning cold face.

Her little face was very pale, and there was no warmth at all even when she was asleep. Her lips were pink and moist.

Xuan Ying stood still and looked at her for a long time.

Then he lowered his tall body and took her out of the closet.

He pulled out his legs, carried her out of the lowly maid's room, and kicked open the door of his master bedroom.

He laid her on his soft bed.

Feng Lingxue was still sleeping and never woke up. Her hands and feet were cold and there was no warmth at all.

At this time, his confidant Ah Zhou walked in. He handed a thin tablet to Xuan Ying and reported in a low voice, "Master, I just called up a piece of surveillance. Miss Feng came back early yesterday morning."

Xuan Ying glanced at Ah Zhou.

Ah Zhou lowered his head and said cautiously, "Master, that is to say, Miss Feng has been hiding in the closet for two days. She has not eaten or drank for these two days, and has been sleeping without waking up."

Xuan Ying suddenly frowned. Would a normal person hide in the closet for two days and not come out?

Yu Yu's voice echoed in my ears - this Feng Lingxue is a lunatic, she is mentally abnormal and mentally ill!

Xuan Ying narrowed her handsome eyes, and those glazed eyes were covered with a layer of white frost.

"Silver-faced King," Tang Mo'er stepped forward and whispered, "I don't have much contact with Miss Feng, but I know that she is very lonely inside and longs for love and warmth. No matter what stories happened to you in the past, I hope you can put aside your grudges and be kind to her."

Xuan Ying said nothing. After a long time, he spoke indifferently, "Azhou, see the guest off."

"Ms. Tang, please."

Tang Moer walked out.

…

The room fell silent, leaving only him and her.

Xuan Ying took off his coat, lifted the quilt and lay next to her. He stretched out his strong arms and rolled her slender body into his arms, letting her sleep on his strong chest.

He pressed his warm masculine body temperature to her.

Feng Lingxue slowly felt the warmth in her sleep, and she instinctively approached him.

Xuan Ying curled her lips, she was really not stupid at all, she knew how to kick her cold little hands into his arms to keep warm.

The memory goes back to a long time ago, when I was still in Gillian's room.

In the winter, her face turned red from the cold and her hands were cold. She ran over and said, "Brother Ying, where is the warmest part of your body?"

"What?" He didn't understand.

She rushed over directly, threw herself into his arms, and slipped her two little hands into the corners of his clothes to keep warm, "The belly is the warmest here, but Brother Ying, your belly is so hard. Are these abdominal muscles?" , one piece, two pieces, three pieces... seven pieces, eight pieces... Brother Ying, you have eight pack abs."

Her soft little fingers poked at his abdominal muscles, and she smiled crookedly at him.

In the winter, they huddled together to keep warm.

Xuan Ying woke up from those memories and lowered his eyes to look at the stunning cold face in his arms. He leaned over and kissed the long hair beside her ear, and whispered to her, "Lingling...Lingling!"

He missed her for many years.

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Tang Moer left Hanshan Garden and got into the extended business limousine, which was on its way back to the West Palace.

In a luxury car.

Lu Yeming lowered his eyes and looked at a document at hand, when he felt the person next to him move.

Looking sideways, a soft and charming little face came into view. Tang Moer lowered her head and looked at the corners of his lips with bright, clear eyes.

"Ye Ming, what's wrong with you here?"

Lu Yeming just looked at her little face and did not listen to her words seriously, "What?"

Tang Mo'er stretched out her delicate white fingers, moved them in front of his handsome face, and pointed at the injury at the corner of his lip, "Here."

Ahem, the corner of my brother's lip seems to have been bitten.

Lu Yeming stretched out his big palm with clear joints, took hold of the delicate white finger in front of him, and pulled it into his palm, "It's okay."

"But I think it's quite a story." Tang Mo'er blinked at Yu Jie and asked in a low voice, "Did Qingqing... um... bite you?"

Although Tang Mo'er was an older sister, she felt a little embarrassed to ask about such an intimate matter for her younger brother.

It would be nice if mom was here.

"Yes." Lu Yeming responded lightly, moved his palm slightly, and held her whole little hand.

Her hands were cold, so he rubbed them gently to warm her up.

But in the next second, Tang Moer withdrew her little hand. She covered her lips with her little hand and snickered, and then warned her seriously, "Ye Ming, you can't bully girls casually. If you bully, you must be responsible. Qingqing is a good girl." , Mom liked Qingqing very much when she was alive, and I also like her very much. "

Without that little hand, Lu Yeming's expression showed no change. He held the document and said, "Of course I also like people who you and mom like."

"Really? Then you and Qingqing..." Tang Moer wanted to take advantage of the victory and pursue it.

"Sister." Lu Yeming glanced at Tang Moer.

“…”

Tang Moer quickly shut up. She knew her brother didn't want to talk about it, and he never told her about emotional matters.

"I know, if you don't tell me, don't tell me. Why are you so cruel?" Tang Moer pursed her red lips, turned her face and looked out the window.

Lu Yeming frowned, "Sister, I didn't mean to hurt you."

Tang Moer turned her face away again, "Then you smile."

Fanmen in front glanced through the rearview mirror and saw the man in the back seat silent for two seconds, then slowly raised his thin lips.

He actually smiled.

Fanmen's eyes flashed for a moment, and he quickly retracted his gaze, not daring to look back.

Seeing her brother smiling, Tang Moer immediately smiled. Her crescent eyes were filled with bright stars, "Ye Ming, you are the most beautiful when you smile. You must smile more often in the future."

Lu Yeming's handsome eyebrows were filled with unprecedented softness.

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West Palace.

Tang Moer returned to the room, she quickly ran into the shower room, opened her little hands, and held a lot of hair in her delicate white hands.

She started losing her hair.

Touch a lot.

She knew it just now in the car, but she didn't say it out loud because she didn't want Ye Ming to worry.

She thought that after she left, Ye Ming could smile like this.

Her fair eyes turned red, and she clasped her small hands on the sink until her knuckles turned white.

Standing up straight, she hurriedly picked up her phone, pressed her delicate white fingers on the keyboard, and pulled out the familiar phone numbers.

Mr. Gu…

With trembling hands, she dialed the phone number.

But soon she hung up.

The call wasn't dialed, she couldn't dial it, she couldn't tell him.

But now she really wanted to hear his voice.

She hasn't seen her cow for a long time.

She missed them so much.

Her heart seemed to be hollowed out. She always thought that she could face life and death calmly, but she couldn't.

She had a lot of reluctance to let go.

She doesn't want to die yet.

She really wanted to live.

Accompanying Mr. Gu to grow old and watching Mavericks grow up.

Before the tears were about to fall, Tang Mo'er quickly raised her eyes. She began to take a deep breath and told herself over and over again, Mo'er, it's okay. You can be stronger. Don't be afraid.

After calming down, Tang Moer walked out of the room. She didn't want to sleep...

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Lu Yeming went upstairs, and then he saw that the door of Tang Moer's room was open.

It's already eleven o'clock at night.

He turned in a direction and walked into the open room, "Sister."

no respond.

His polished leather shoes made a steady sound on the handmade carpet as he entered the shower room.

He saw her long hair that had fallen out.

His deep phoenix eyes were slightly stagnant, and he slowly looked at the mobile phone placed beside the sink. The mobile phone was still on, and it showed an unoutgoing call. Mr. Gu...

Lu Yeming's eyes paused on "Mr. Gu" for two seconds. There was no emotional change. He turned and left the room.

After going downstairs, he pushed open the back door of the West Palace and saw a slender figure on the lawn.

Tang Moer is there.

She was sitting alone on the swing in the vine, wearing a white coat outside her pink dress. She was swinging here alone in the middle of the night.

Lu Yeming walked over and draped the black cloak in his hand over Tang Moer's fair shoulders. His slender fingers turned gracefully and tied the front belt for her.

Tang Moer looked back and said softly, "Yeming, why haven't you slept yet?"

Lu Yeming came to her side and sat on the swing beside her.

He held a book in his hand, "I haven't slept yet, I'm reading."

"What a good child." Tang Moer smiled softly.

Lu Yeming elegantly folded his two long legs, and his slender body leaned into the swing. At eleven o'clock in the evening, the bright moonlight and the dim light shone diagonally, making his delicate face radiant and elegant.

He took off his black cloak, a black turtleneck sweater on his body, and his shiny leather shoes touched the lawn, and the swing began to swing.

Tang Moer raised her little head and looked at the moonlight, and suddenly sighed, "Yeming, when do you think it will snow?"

It is late autumn now, and the weather is already cold, but it is still early for snow.

She felt that she could not see.

Lu Yeming looked at Tang Moer's little face, "Do you want to see snow?"

"Yes." Tang Moer nodded.

Lu Yeming retracted his gaze and glanced back lightly. Fanmen had been guarding in the corridor.

Upon seeing this gaze, Fanmen nodded, walked to the side, and made a phone call, "Hello, the Western King has ordered that the whole city will snow tonight."

Two minutes later, Tang Moer felt a snowflake falling on her little face.

She paused, then slowly raised her head, and snowflakes fell one by one above the sky.

Her clear pupils shrank, and she couldn't believe it, and she quickly stretched out her little hand.

A snowflake fell into her palm.

"Oh my God, Yeming, look, it's snowing!" Tang Moer looked at her brother beside her happily.

At this time, Fanmen stepped forward and handed over a black umbrella.

Lu Yeming's slender fingers personally took the umbrella handle and slowly covered Tang Moer.