Chapter 1916 (1/2)
In a luxury car.
Fu Xiyao sat in the back seat. She couldn't stop shivering because she had been cold outside just now.
At this time, a low magnetic voice sounded in my ears, ”you have clothes on hand. If you don't mind, you can put them on your body.”
Fu Xiyao looked down and put a black tweed coat beside her. It was linglimu's.
Ling Limu came in a black coat. When he got on the bus, he unbuttoned and left it on the back seat. Now he has a white shirt and a business vest.
His coat
Fu Xiyao remembered that 15 years ago, he also took off his black suit and put it on her. She also wore his white shirt
The green past is clearly like clouds, but it is shown in her mind like a movie.
Now, she can no longer wear his clothes.
Fu Xiyao raised a pair of Jian Shuimei eyes and looked at the man in the driver's seat. She gracefully hooked her red lips, ”President Ling, thank you for your kindness. I'm not cold.”
Ling Limu glanced at her in the rearview mirror. Their eyes collided, and he saw her beautiful little face.
Fifteen years have passed. She is 33 years old, but there is no trace of years on her little face. She is beautiful and moving.
Once a noble girl, now Princess Xiyao, she is more noble, elegant and gentle. She is the most beautiful and fresh color of women.
Ling Limu hooked her thin lips and reached out to turn the air conditioner in the car higher.
He didn't pierce her lie. When the heating rose, Fu Xiyao felt warm slowly.
”Are you all right these years?”
He asked her if she was okay
Fu Xiyao looked at him and could see the handsome, deep, mature and charming side face lines of the man. This face alone was enough to reverse the of all sentient beings.
His face still vaguely had the appearance of the young, handsome and matchless 24-year-old.
His shoulders became thick and strong, his open shoulder blades and his fine chest were connected into a line, and he had a pile of profound experience and extraordinary wealth. He couldn't see anywhere, but was bewitching and charming.
Ling Limu, nearly 40, has achieved the ultimate in men.
Fu Xiyao nodded, ”well, very good.”
”How's Prince Rosen?” Ling Limu suddenly asked.
This question
Fu Xiyao nodded again, ”very good.”
Ling Limu's deep black eyes fell on her beautiful pupils through the rear-view mirror, and then recalled a little light smile, ”I really can't imagine what a good method would be for a person who has been ill for 15 years?”
”What?”
Fu Xiyao didn't understand what he meant for a while.
Ling Limu looked at her. ”Didn't Rosen lie in bed for 15 years?”
“…”
Fu Xiyao wanted to pat his head, ”well... Although Rosen has been ill for 15 years, he... Is not a serious illness. Where did Ling always hear that Rosen was sleeping in bed?”
Ling Limu took back her eyes and looked out of the window. ”Since he's fine, how can you run around alone in the past 15 years?”
Fu Xiyao's heart moved, and her white eyes became red immediately.
In the past 15 years, she has worked hard to do her best, ranging from the summit forum to the charity fund party.
”I...”
”Does he hurt you?”
Ling Limu asks, does Rosen hurt her?
A few simple words made Fu Xiyao curl up her white fingers, and even her eyes were filled with a layer of crystal mist.
She covered the slender feather Jie to prevent the man in front from prying into any of her emotions. She nodded gently, ”well.”
”I know a famous doctor. When I am free one day, I will take the famous doctor to see Prince Rosen...”
Fu Xiyao suddenly raised her eyes and refused, ”no!”
Ling Limu's deep black eyes fell on her face.
Fu Xiyao realized that she was too excited. Now the man's deep eyes swept over, and her heart was dry.
No outsider knows the news that Lawson has died, and she doesn't want Ling Limu to know.
The more you know, the more dangerous it is.
She doesn't want to involve Ling Limu.
”Mr. Ling, thank you for your kindness, but Rosen...”
”Why are your eyes red?” Ling Limu lightly interrupted her words.
Fu Xiyao was sluggish. Just now she raised her eyes too quickly and failed to adjust her mood, so her eyes were still red. Ling Limu saw it all at once.
Now he stared at her quietly, and there was something... Unspeakable and obscure emotion in his sharp glance.
Fu Xiyao had no time to think about what kind of vague emotion it was. She quickly looked away.
Ling Limu looked at her evasive or evasive eyes, and then slowly looked away. There was a red light in front, and silbey stopped.
He whispered, ”can I smoke a cigar?”
He wanted to smoke a cigar at the red light.
Fu Xiyao nodded, ”please feel free, Mr. Ling.”
Ling Limu took out a cigar and held it on his thin lips. He lit it with a lighter in his right hand. Afraid of choking her, he gentlemanly slid down the driver's window.
The whole luxury car was silent, and neither of them spoke again.
Soon the green light came, silbey didn't move, and there was a car whistle behind, which was already urging.
Fu Xiyao raised her eyes and looked at the man in front of her. She was stunned.