Chapter 2015 (2/2)

Xibel stopped, Ling Limu pressed the steering wheel with both hands, hit the glass on his forehead, and blood quickly flowed down.

He Chen at the other end had heard the news here and immediately asked nervously, ”president, President, what's the matter with you? Is something wrong?”

Ling Limu's eyes were red and his fine chest fluctuated up and down. He raised his hand and touched his bleeding forehead, then silently shook his head, ”it's all right.”

”President...”

He Chen wants to talk, but Ling Limu hangs up directly.

The whole world was quiet. Ling Limu leaned his crisp back into the driver's seat. He heard his breathing again and again.

Just at the moment of life and death, he was sweating.

He took out his cell phone and turned out the familiar phone number. He wanted to call and listen to her voice.

Now, I miss her so much.

I really miss it.

At this time, a series of vibration came, and a video chat called.

It must be a small pocket.

Xiaodou likes him very much and videos him every night.

Ling Limu looked in the mirror. His forehead was broken. He can't enter the country now, so he changed to voice.

”Hey, Shuai millet, why don't you video with me? It's a pity. I can't see Shuai Millet's handsome face tonight.”

The lovely milk sound of the little pocket sounded quickly.

Ling Limu recalled her thin lips. All the pain, tension, anxiety, hesitation and loss just now disappeared at such a moment. There were warm ripples in her handsome eyebrows and eyes, ”it's inconvenient to video millet now.”

”Shuai millet, listen to your voice. You seem very tired today. If only I were here, I could pinch Shuai Millet's shoulders and legs.”

Ling Limu smiled and didn't speak.

Holding the mobile phone in one hand, he gently closed his eyes. She had a good son.

---Ling Limu, I want to have a son with you!

The words she said to him four years ago, holding his neck with shame and sweetness, she said she would give him a son.

In recent years, he did not mention the past, but he knew very clearly what he had lost four years ago.

He lost everything.

She, and her son, were all his.

That's everything in his dream.

Ling Limu slowly opened his eyes, and his deep black eyes were all red.

At this time, there came Fu Xiyao's soft voice, ”little brother, you should go to bed.”

”Mommy, have you taken a bath? Then I'll go to bed. Mommy, say good night to Shuai millet.”

Xiaodou lost his mobile phone to Fu Xiyao.

Fu Xiyao picked up his cell phone and said, ”hello.”

Ling Limu listened to her soft waxy voice, and her low voice was slightly hoarse, ”did you take your medicine?”

Fu Xiyao at the other end said, ”I...”

Ling Limu sat in the car and hooked her thin lips. ”Taking medicine is bad for your health, sorry.”

”Also,” Ling Limu gently frowned, and he felt the corners of his eyes slowly wet. ”I didn't think well. You said to give me a son, and I remember it until now, so... If you don't want to give me a son, it's OK.”