Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Biquge www.wuxiaspot.com, the fastest update warm wedding like fire: Gu Shao, pet the latest chapter gently!

Ling Limu stood in place, he looked at Fu Xiyao who suddenly ran out of the kitchen.

Fu Xiyao is here. Tonight, she is wearing a goose yellow sweater with a white cake skirt underneath. With such a beautiful and pretty color, her small face is like a flower just blooming.

Now she was wearing a floral apron outside, holding a spatula in her hand, and a pair of beautiful pupils staring at him brightly.

Fu Xiyao suddenly appeared in his home.

Ling Limu's deep black eyes suddenly shrank, and he stood upright, watching her deeply.

At this time, Granny came out and smiled lovingly, "A Mu, you are back, Xi Yao will come in the afternoon. Today is your 18th birthday. Xi Yao gave you a bowl of long noodles."

Fu Xiyao ran to the kitchen and brought out a bowl of long-life noodles on the dining table. The bowl was very hot. She quickly put the hot onion fingers on her little earlobe and touched, "Ling Xuechang, this This is my first time, and I wish you a happy 18th birthday. "

Fu Xiyao thought that her birthday gift was really exhausting. In the end, she decided to make a bowl of noodles for Ling Liwu herself.

Ling Limu looked at the bowl of noodles on the table. The refreshing noodles were filled with chicken greens and covered with a poached egg. It looked very delicious.

Ling Limu walked over.

Fu Xiyao handed him a pair of chopsticks, "Ling Xue, here you are."

Ling Limu did n’t reach out. He was a bit taller than Fu Xiyao and needed to look at her with a handsome eyelid. He had no expression but just lifted his thin lips. “Who asked you to come to my house, I did n’t let you Don't pester me anymore? "

Fu Xiyao slaps her beautiful little face quickly, "Ling ..."

"You like me?" Ling Limu asked suddenly.

Fu Xiyao Yu Jie shuddered, she wanted to say, "I ..."

Ling Limu interrupted her, "I don't like you, let's go and leave my house now."

His words were indifferent and indifferent, as if a sharp arrow pierced Fu Xiyao's heart. With a "snap", chopsticks fell to the ground. Fu Xiyao unbuttoned his apron with red eyes and turned and ran out.

she left.

Ling Limu didn't look back, the two big hands hanging on his side punched hard into fists, and the light pulled his handsome and cold figure for a long time.

"A Mu, what are you doing, why should you drive Xi Yao away, Xi Yao is a good boy." Granny came over.

Ling Liwu's handsome face was hidden in the dim light. "Do not start the impossible, let alone have extravagant hope."

Granny knows Ling Limu best. She is a grandson who is young, cool, restrained, silent and restrained. She handles everything by herself.

Granny sighed, "Xi Yao is really a good boy, but I think Xi Yao's family is very wealthy, the little slippery ... should not touch the spring water with her fingers ..."

Ling Limu lowered his body, picked up the chopsticks on the ground, wiped them clean, then sat down and took a bite of the Changsheng noodles under Fu Xiyao.

The noodles are light and light, and the aroma of shredded chicken is delicious.

At this time, there was a "bang", and the sound of thunder came from outside, and then it was pouring rain.

Grandma quickly worried, "A Mu, it ’s raining outside, the alley here is dark again, will a girl in Xi Yao be in danger this big night? Please go and see if she is safe and you will come back . "

Ling Limu looked up at the heavy rain outside the window. He quickly got up and took an umbrella and went out.

...

Ling Limu ran into the rainy night with a black umbrella, and he went to look for Fu Xiyao.

Soon he saw Fu Xiyao's pretty figure on the street in front. She was sitting on a bench, wet with rain, and now she was crying with her head down and her nose red.

Ling Limu ran forward and propped an umbrella over her head. "Get up, I'll take you home."

Fu Xiyao was really sad. She was hurt by Ling Limu. Ling Limu of the last life loved her for a lifetime. In this life, her life trajectory changed with Ling Limu. He didn't like her anymore.

The icy rain was like her cooling heart. She was shaking with the scent of Yingrun's shoulders and could not cry herself, like a abandoned little cat, very pitiful.

Suddenly heard Ling Limu's voice, Fu Xiyao raised her eyes quickly, and her tearful tears ran into his black pupil.

Ling Limu was wearing a black jacket and holding a black umbrella in his hands. The 18-year-old boy was so handsome and unpretentious that he became colder in the rainy night.

Fu Xiyao stood up, "I don't need you to send it, I go home by myself."

She turned and left.

But a big hand clasped her slender wrist, accompanied by the boy's deep and angry voice, "Fu Xiyao!"

hiss.

Fu Xiyao snorted, and quickly withdrew his little hand and hid behind him.

Ling Limu saw her little hand, her little hand was as slender as white, and now her little hand became red.

Ling Limu's thin lips frowned. "Why are you hurting? Let me see."

He took her little hand.

Her little hand was burned, and it was clear that it hurt him when she was underneath.

For a lady like Qian Xi, who has not grown up so much, she has fried poached eggs for her birthday and was burned.

Ling Limu's heart suddenly softened.

"Does it hurt?"

He whispered.

Fu Xiyao stretched out his hand and hugged him, "Ling Limu, why don't you like me, why do you hate me, what can I do badly, I can change, please don't push me away, I want to stay with you By my side, I will be with you all my life, and I will never leave you! "

The weeping crying girl, with endless grievances and attachment to him, said that she would stay with him forever.

The black umbrella in Ling Limu's hand fell to the ground, and the rain quickly wet him. He lowered his handsome eyelids and suddenly didn't know ... I didn't know where the girl came from her arms.

"Fu Xiyao," he called her name in a low voice, "I'm not as good as you think, my family, you see, I can't give you anything, I ... nothing."

Fu Xiyao closed her eyes gently, and the hot and crystalline teardrops fell down. She remembered Ling Limu from the previous generation to middle age. He once said to her-don't be afraid, you have me.

Fu Xiyao hugged him tightly and hugged him tightly. She drew a bright smile in her tears and told him, "Ling Limu, in my heart, no one is better than you, you also Not nothing, you and me! "

Ling Limu tightened his fist, and then opened his fist a little bit. He raised his hand and gently hugged Fu Xiyao.

He knew that this unattainable girl did not belong to him. He couldn't afford it, but he still moved.

Since that day, when she transferred to Nanzhong, he glanced at her more in the crowd ...

---

More finished.