Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Fu Xiyao raised her hand to get the rose, but she didn't get it, because Ling Limu raised her hand and didn't let her get it.

Fu Xiyao quickly turned around, looked up at him with a stunning little face, and looked at him coquettishly, "Ling Liwu, if you tease me again, I will really ignore you."

Ling Limu has thin lips. He knows that although Fu Xiyao is a noble daughter of the high door and the elegant and gentle Princess Xiyao, she does not have any bad habits of Miss Qianjin. Even if he makes her angry, she will not send Temper, soft and gentle temperament.

When he first saw her, he was a poor child, and she was a family member sitting in a luxury car. For so long, she was still the fairy in the clouds, letting him look up and admire him.

Ling Rimu's deep black eyes rippled softly, and whispered, "Are you angry?"

Fu Xiyao took the rose in his hand and sniffed it under his little nose. The red rose was really fragrant.

"You don't think I've been so easy to be coaxed by a rose, but it's hard for me to coax. I don't want to be angry unless you ... hug me."

She changed her tricks and asked him to hug.

Ling Limu's eyes were soft, he sat by the bed, then stretched out his arms to grab her yelling shoulders, and took her gently into his arms.

Fu Xiyao's heart was so sweet. She stuck her head to his atrium and listened to the "咚咚" coming from him.

In such a night, quietly snuggling with him is really happy.

"Ling Liwu, I have something to say to you."

Fu Xiyao raised his clear pupil and looked at him.

Ling Limu looked down, "Well?"

"You are my sweetheart." Fu Xiyao looked at him, saying one word at a time.

Ling Limu's long and handsome body straightened up, and suddenly many things poured out of his deep black eyes. This sentence was the last word he said to her in the last life.

You are my sweetheart ...

It was all his love for her, so humble, devout, fiery, and full of regrets ...

Ling Limu's black and white pupil Ren shrinked sharply, her hands clasped her incense shoulders, and he said, "How do you know this sentence?"

Fu Xiyao looked at his shocked expression, and slowly drew his red lips. "You stupid Ling Li, you don't understand yet, I went with you in the last life, I came because of you in this life."

In the last life, I went with you.

In this life, I come because of you.

Ling Limu's ears were full of all her soft voices, as if the whole world said these two words to him, she turned out to be ... reborn.

She came for him with the memories of two lives.

Fu Xiyao stretched out his little hand and hugged him. She lay on his heart like a little **** cat, and looked at him with a beautiful little face. Say."

"We of the last life, you fell in front of me and left me alone. You still don't know our ending. Our ending is buried at the same point."

"With your deep affection and love, I have been born again. In this life, we have traveled many, many paths. I found you early, entangled you, made you like me, made you marry me, I always want to give you All of them, trembling and afraid to repeat the fate of the last life, afraid, afraid that time is not long enough, we are not old enough to join hands, afraid, afraid that we did not do well enough, and live up to your affection.

"But those words above don't really matter. What I want to say most is ... Ling Li Mu, I love you."

"I love you Ling Li Mu, do you know?"

Fu Xiyao's clear eyes quickly covered with a layer of crystal water, she looked at him with tears in his eyes, "Ling Limu, I love you, no matter in past life or this life."

"Fu Xiyao from the previous life loves you. You are the most romantic accident in her life. When you were 24 years old, you reached out to her and said to take her away, you do n’t know. She turned red when she turned. She did n’t Dare to look back, even at a glance, because she knows that once she looks back, she will follow you. "

"The night you left, Mrs. Yun and Princess Lorraine tried to leave you. She came. It was the first confrontation and split between Gutenberg and the royal family. She took the honor of the entire family and sent you away. That night, she stood outside for a long, long time, and she thought that she would finally be tempted by the handsome and unparalleled boy, but said goodbye to her. "

"As soon as you leave, it is a long 15 years. She married you. She must not have told you how happy she is to marry you. This life is worthy of glory and you."

"Also, she is not unwilling. She just came on the big wedding day and came to a small day. You came suddenly on her 18th birthday. Since then, you are in her eyes."

Ling Limu looked at her, she was shaking with slender Yu Jie, and her beautiful pupils were full of bright and bright tears.

He had never dared to hope, and there would be a day when she walked from the cloud to his side, lying softly in his arms, and revealed her love to him.

He did not know in the last life. It turned out that she loved him.

She loved him no sooner or later, just like him, they all looked at it in the crowd a lot, and from then on, they couldn't forget it.

She loves him!

She loves him!

Ling Limu reached out her hand, clasped her small slap face, and closed her eyebrows and kissed her beautiful eyes gently.

Fu Xiyao closed her eyes, and there were crystalline and hot tears falling down.

"Yao Yao, I love you too."

Ling Limu said hoarsely.

Fu Xiyao nodded, nodded strongly, "Well, I know!"

He was never good at words, deep and restrained, and all his love from the last life was in the phrase "You are my sweetheart".

Ling Limu held her tightly in her arms, her arms stretched, she could not wait to rub her deeply into her own blood.

He wanted to prove that this was not a dream, not a dream.

He owns her.

Fu Xiyao hugged him back, she wanted to give him all, all the sense of belonging, so that he really felt her and felt her love.

The two hugged for a while, when a melodious ringtone rang and Fu Xiyao called.

Ling Limu slowly let go of her, and her long fingertips wiped the clear tears from her beautiful face, "You answer the phone first."

"Yep."

Fu Xiyao got up and took out his mobile phone. It was a call from Xiaodou.

A small phone call.

Fu Xiyao held the phone in his little hand and looked back at Ling Limu.

Ling Limu was sitting by the bed and watching her, his gaze fell from her face to her cell phone, and whispered, "What's wrong? Do you have any secrets to tell me?"

Ling Limu of the last life has reached middle age, soaked in shopping malls, participated in power struggles, and is quite mature and cold-hearted. Now, although he is joking, but in the phrase, Fu Xiyao is indeed hesitating about Xiaodou How to tell him.

"No, I'll answer the phone first."

Fu Xiyao pressed the key to answer the call, and Xiaodou's immature milk voice quickly passed from that end, "Mummy Mummy, where are you happy now? The night is really cold without you."

"..."

Fu Xiyao couldn't help laughing, thinking how could Ling Limu's so introverted genetic gene change to Xiaodoudou?

"I'm on a private yacht and it's not convenient to answer the phone. You obediently, go to bed early, good night."

"Okay Mommy, you have fun, mua ~"

Xiaodou offered a big kiss and hung up the phone.

Fu Xiyao took the phone, and Ling Limu's careless low-alcohol voice rang in his ear. "Who do you talk to on the phone and say good night to others?"

Fu Xiyao glanced sideways, and saw Ling Liwu's deep black eyes fall on her mobile phone.

Her heart tightened, but she felt sweet, "Want to know? I don't want to tell you."

Ling Limu sat on the sofa, reached out and picked up a document, and he said lightly, "Although we are married, I will respect your personal privacy and give you freedom."

Fu Xiyao with red lips, "Really? But, your files seem to have been knocked down."

"..."

Ling Limu nodded her thin lips and quickly turned over the documents.

Fu Xiyao likes his boring vinegar, very cute, "It's too late now, I'll sleep first, just as you said before, I'm going to bed tonight, you're sleeping on the sofa."

Talking about Fu Xiyao, he climbed into the bed and was buried in a soft silk quilt.

She stopped talking, and Ling Limu's ears lost her soft voice. He always felt that the world was missing something. He looked up from the file and looked at the big bed, a small ball under the quilt.

Regardless of previous life or this life, Ling Limu treats his work with rigor and self-discipline, but now he can't read any of the words in the document.

Putting down the papers, he got up and came to the bedside, "Yao Yao."

He called her gently.

Fu Xiyao did not respond, as if she had fallen asleep.

Ling Limu 颀 stood upright for a while, then turned around and walked to the sofa. When he was about to sit down, he suddenly heard a silver bell-like laughter.

Ling Liwu raised his eyes quickly, and saw Fu Xiyao's entire person buried in the silk quilt, but the slap-like beautiful face was half exposed, and the pair of clear pupils watched him with a dazzling smile .

OK, she lied to him.

She didn't fall asleep at all.

Ling Limu stepped forward and walked steadily, pressing on one knee with her big hand wearing a precious watch, stroking her long hair, "It's fun?"

"It's fun."

"He, is it good for you?"

Ling Limu lacks the memory of this life, so this "he" is him in this life.

Fu Xiyao's eyes lingered, her voice soft, "You lower your head, I'll tell you."

Ling Limu looked at her and slowly lowered her head.

Fu Xiyao stretched out his two arms and squeezed his neck tightly. "Since you are so interested in me and his affairs, I will help you find your memory now."

"Ling Limu, you are not the old man of the last life, you know? In this life, I was 18 years old ... with you."

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