Chapter 1929 (1/2)

The bangs on Fu Xiyao's forehead reached the hair edge with the pearl card. A pair of beautiful Jian pupils looked at the man and asked, ”I'm not beautiful?”

Ling Limu wanted to go to sleep on the sofa. Now he moved slowly, half of his healthy arms supported on the bed and looked at her with handsome eyelids.

He just stared at her and didn't speak. Fu Xiyao's small face turned red, ”it's really not beautiful. Forget it, I won't wear it.”

She stretched out her little hand to take down the Pearl hairpin.

At this time, Ling Limu stretched out his big hand and gently tucked in a strand of beautiful hair on her cheek behind her snow-white ears. He hooked his thin lips and said with a low smile, ”very beautiful, very beautiful.”

That's pretty much the same.

Fu Xiyao looked at him with a smiling face.

Ling Limu didn't take back his big hand. His thick finger belly slowly fell on her small face and caressed her gently and lovingly.

Many years ago, this beautiful, intelligent, transparent and gentle noble girl became his dream and everything he wanted in his dream.

Now everything has become a reality. She came to him from the high clouds and became his wife. She was as soft as jade to him, with a low eyebrow and a smile, so beautiful.

Ling Limu's deep black eyes showed her love.

Fu Xiyao blushed, ”you...”

The words had not yet been exported. At this time, it was dark in my sight, and Ling Limu slowly bullied her close.

Fu Xiyao's slender feather Jie blinked and watched his handsome three-dimensional handsome face getting closer and closer to himself. From such a close distance, he was perfect and flawless.

After so many years of immersion in shopping malls, he still has a youthful sense of cleanliness. Now he is mixed with the cold sharp introverted of business elites, which is very charming.

At this time, Fu Xiyao suddenly felt a pain in his lower abdomen.

”Ling Limu!”

Fu Xiyao quickly stretched out her small hand against Ling Limu's fine chest.

Ling Limu looked at her, ”what's the matter?”

Fu Xiyao didn't say anything. She opened the quilt and hurried out of bed, and then ran into the bathroom.

……

In the bathroom.

Fu Xiyao feels ashamed and dead. She has come to live a small life.

After cleaning herself up, Fu Xiyao stood by the washstand and looked at herself in the mirror. Her small face was red and beautiful.

At this time, the knock of ”knock knock” sounded, and Ling Limu's low magnetic voice passed over, ”Yao Yao, what's the matter with you?”

He called her Yao Yao

Fu Xiyao opened the door of the bathroom. Ling Limu stood outside with long legs, and his deep and calm black eyes glittered with concern.

Fu Xiyao shook his head, ”I'm fine.”

”Is it really all right?”

”Yes.”

Ling Limu came forward and directly stretched out her healthy arm to hold her horizontally.

Fu Xiyao was startled when her body suddenly lost weight. She quickly stretched out her small hand and hugged his neck.

Ling Limu took her to the bedside and gently put her in the soft quilt. He didn't go. He put his big hand on the side of her brain and looked at her.

Fu Xiyao opened her eyes.

”Sleep, I sleep on the sofa.”

Ling Limu gets up and leaves.

……

Fu Xiyao got up late the next day because she tossed and turned in her wedding bed last night and didn't sleep late at night.

Ling Limu has no relatives. His favorite grandmother died a few years ago, so fu Xiyao doesn't have to get up early to greet her elders.