Chapter 2005 (1/2)

No, I can't. Xiaodou thinks he must fight for Mommy again!

”Shuai millet, you... Your ex-wife has been married to other men. Maybe she has a son as old as me. If you remarry, you will have an extra oil bottle. Do you really mind?”

Fu Xiyao was worried about this problem. Although she knew that Xiaodou was his son, he didn't know.

Fu Xiyao reluctantly glanced at the small pocket. Silly son, why do you call yourself a drag bottle?

How would he answer this question?

Fu Xiyao quietly gathered his small head together, and his clear Jian eyes aimed at the man at the end.

Ling Limu has returned to Villa 99. He is wearing black silk pajamas, holding his mobile phone in one hand, holding a coffee cup in one hand and taking a sip on his lips. The bright neon light is reflected on his handsome facial features through the polished French window, mature and dazzling.

He looked over with his sword eyebrow, and suddenly saw Fu Xiyao peeking at him. He slowly raised his thin lips, ”it must be false if you don't mind. I still remember that she held me and said she wanted to give me a son.”

Fu Xiyao didn't expect to be found by him. He blamed his sharp eyes for making her avoid. Now he says he cares.

Fu Xiyao dropped her slender feather Jie, tooted his lips, and her little face was a little red. She didn't lie to him. She just gave him a son

Ling Limu looked at her. She lowered her small head and didn't know what she was thinking. Her pure and soft black hair came down, and her glittering and translucent face was full of girls' pretty Yan, which made him excited.

For so many years, every time he saw her, his heartbeat seemed to be born for her.

”However, I like her son very much. After remarriage, in order to compensate, I want her to give me a daughter.” Ling Limu whispered with a smile.

Fu Xiyao's beautiful pupil shrank. What did he say? He even... Asked her to give him a... Daughter

The blush on Fu Xiyao's small face spread to the snow-white earlobes. She held a small pocket, ”well, it's getting late. Say good night to Shuai millet.”

A small milk face in a small pocket collapsed, ”handsome millet, good night.”

Ling Limu looked at the small pocket, and then his eyes fell on Fu Xiyao's pink face. He whispered with his thin lips, ”good night.”

He said good night to her.

The low magnetic voice made Fu Xiyao's ears numb. It didn't work. It seemed that she was going to be pregnant.

”Good night ~”

Fu Xiyao hung up the video.

The small pocket fell asleep in the unwilling. Fu Xiyao opened the quilt and got out of bed. She opened the bottom drawer and took out two red books.

Her slender body curled up by the bed, and the dim yellow and warm light plated down from her head. She put a fiber arm around her knee, and her other small hand gently opened the two red books.

There are photos of her and Ling Limu on the red book. They are wearing lovers' white shirts. He smiles tenderly and affectionately, while her face is sweet

Fu Xiyao's verdant white fingers fell on his handsome face, and her red lips slowly hooked up. In her heart, her eyes... Are all like his handsome 20-year-old boy.

She and he never divorced.

……

The next day.

Fu Xiyao came to the mall early in the morning. She was choosing gifts.

”Hello, miss. What do you want to buy?” The shopping guide warmly welcomed me.

Fu Xiyao, ”Oh, I want to buy a birthday present.”

”Miss, did you buy it for your boyfriend or husband?”

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