Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Ling Limu clasped her, whispered--how about it?

He said, so what?

Fu Xiyao's heart jumped, she looked at Ling Limu.

Ling Limu took off the black suit outside to cover her rain. Now he wears a white shirt and a narrow black trousers underneath. His legs are too long and he wears the trousers to nine points, revealing his lean feet. On the ankle, the man with a long and handsome figure reveals the glorious beauty of the moon that should be at the age of 24. On such a drizzly evening, he took her directly and overbearingly.

What did he mean by that?

Fu Xiyao didn't know what he meant, she didn't ask, she asked ... maybe it was the beginning.

"I'll take you home." Ling Limu looked at her.

Fu Xiyao shook her head. "Can you send me to a nearby hotel? I want to take a bath and change my clothes. My dad and mommy will be worried if I go home. I don't want them to worry."

Ling Limu looked at the beautiful and beautiful face of the girl. Although she was noble in origin, she was not at all infected with the princess and princess disease like other thousand-gold ladies. She loved many people and was warm and beautiful.

"Okay, get in my car."

Ling Limu turned and his big hand was still clasped on her slender wrist. He took her to the Aston Martin car on the side of the road.

Fu Xiyao followed him, and drooped down the slender Yujie, and she slowly pulled her hawk from his palm.

Her delicate skeleton was detached from his palm. Ling Liwu didn't have any emotions and no look back. He walked to the side of Aston Martin, and the gentleman opened the door of the co-pilot.

"Mrs. Mu, thank you."

Fu Xiyao went in.

Ling Limu returned to the driver's seat, and Aston Martin galloped on the bustling street.

In the quiet carriage, the two of them did not speak for a while, and the rain outside the window was dripping down.

Fu Xiyao stared out the window, she had accepted the reality that she could not conceive, but she did not know how she would go in the future.

At this moment, Ling Liwu's low-alcohol magnetic voice rang. "If you still choose Prince Luosen to marry the royal family, then Mrs. Yun will accept what you said. In fact, there is nothing to open up. Prince Luosen and He did n’t betray you. He needs a child. You can think of his child as his own child. After all, the marriage between the two families is a web of interests. The rise and fall of this intricate honor is about the survival of a surname. Female, you can follow the established trajectory of life. Although there are regrets, it will be perfect. "

Fu Xiyao quickly turned his head and looked at the man next to him in shock.

What is he saying?

What she thought about in her mind was that the interest transmission between the royal family and Gutenberg was better than anyone else.

The bright neon lights outside the window are plated on Ling Liwu's handsome face through the bright car window. He is mixed with the handsomeness of a 24-year-old clean boy, but more of a sharp and negligent deep, immovable look. It's scary.

For the first time, Fu Xiyao felt that Ling Limu was like a dragon in the water. Give him three years, five years, and ten years. He might be strong enough to stand on top of the clouds, turn his hands into clouds, and cover his hands with rain.

Xu Shi noticed her gaze, Ling Limu's side eyes, a pair of black eyes fell on her beautiful pupil, he slightly twitched his thin lips, "Actually, you have another option."

Fu Xiyao stunned, "What?"

"Don't marry Prince Rosen, choose another man."

---- Baby, there are more than three thousand words at night.