Chapter 1153 Get in His Car

Ling Limu grabbed her and whispered - so what?

He said, so what?

Fu Xiyao's heart skipped a beat, and she turned to look at Ling Limu.

Ling Limu took off his black suit to protect her from the rain. Now he was wearing a white shirt and narrow black trousers underneath. His legs were too long, so he wore the trousers into a nine-point length, revealing his lean feet. Ankle-shaped, the tall and handsome man exuded the grace and splendor that a 24-year-old should have. On such a drizzling night, he held her in his hand, direct and domineering.

What did he mean by what he just said?

Fu Xiyao didn't know what he meant, and she didn't ask. Asking...maybe it was a start.

"I'll take you home." Ling Limu looked at her and said.

Fu Xiyao shook her head, "Can you send me to a nearby hotel? I want to take a shower and change clothes. My parents will be worried if I go home. I don't want them to worry."

Ling Limu looked at the girl's delicate and beautiful face. Although she was of noble birth, she was not at all like the squeamish and arrogant princess disease like other wealthy ladies. She loved many people and had a warm and beautiful heart.

"Okay, get in my car."

Ling Limu turned around, his big hand still clasped on her slender wrist, and he led her towards the Aston Martin luxury car on the side of the road.

Fu Xiyao followed him, lowering her slender Yu Jie, and slowly pulled her white wrist out of his hand.

Her delicate frame fell away from his palm. Ling Limu showed no emotion or looked back. He walked to the Aston Martin and opened the passenger door in a gentlemanly manner.

"Master Mu, thank you."

Fu Xiyao went in.

Ling Limu returned to the driver's seat, and the Aston Martin sped down the bustling street.

In the silent carriage, the two of them didn't speak for a while, and the rain outside the window was pattering.

Fu Xiyao looked sideways out of the window. She had accepted the reality that she could not conceive, but she didn't know what to do next.

At this time, Ling Limu's mellow and magnetic voice sounded in his ears, "If you still choose Prince Luosen to marry into the royal family, then you have to accept what Mrs. Yun said. In fact, it doesn't matter if you think about it a little bit. Prince Luosen doesn't He has not betrayed you. He needs heirs. You can regard his children as your own. After all, the marriage between the two families is a web of interests. This intertwined rise and fall of honor is related to the survival of a surname. As the eldest son of Gutingburg, Girl, you can continue on the established path of life. Although you will have regrets, it will be perfect."

Fu Xiyao quickly turned her head and looked at the man next to her in shock.

What is he saying?

What she was thinking about, the transfer of interests between the royal family and Gudingburg, he actually saw it more clearly than anyone else.

The bright neon lights outside the window illuminated Ling Limu's handsome face through the brightly lit car windows. He had the handsomeness of a clean 24-year-old boy, but more of a sharp and lazy deep, unmoving look. But it's frightening.

For the first time, Fu Xiyao felt that Ling Limu was like a dragon lurking in the water. Give him three, five, or ten years, and he might be so powerful that he could stand on top of the clouds, turn his hands into clouds, and turn his hands into rain.

Maybe he noticed her gaze. Ling Limu looked sideways and a pair of black eyes fell on her beautiful pupils. He lightly curled his thin lips and said, "Actually, you have another choice."

Fu Xiyao was stunned, "What?"

"Don't marry Prince Rosen, choose another man."

----Babys, there is another update of 3,000 words in the evening.