Chapter 1154: Hold Her Hand

He said, don't marry Prince Losen, choose another man.

Fu Xiyao's slender feathers trembled, and her beautiful eyes fell on his handsome face in a daze.

Ling Limu curled his thin lips, and his low, mellow and calm voice echoed faintly in the silent carriage, magnetic and pleasant, "Maybe this man can't give you the same glory as the princess at this stage, and you need to give up a lot to be with him, but it's different from your ivory tower marriage with Prince Losen. Prince Losen is burdened with feudal religion. Even if his status is powerful, he will eventually yield to you, but this man can work hard for you to climb up, climb to a high position that can match you, so that you can live truly free and willful by his side."

Fu Xiyao felt her heart suddenly "bang bang" beating wildly. She admitted that the man beside her shocked, stunned, confused, and deeply tempted her.

She also thought about choosing another life.

She longed for true freedom and willfulness in her heart.

He seemed to have a pair of black eyes that could penetrate people's hearts, or... he understood her very well.

Fu Xiyao looked at Ling Limu's impeccable face, and her beautiful little face, which was as big as a palm, slowly steamed a few red rosy glows. For so many years, she and Prince Luosen had been childhood sweethearts, but she did not have any love for Prince Luosen.

Is true love just like what the book says, in the sea of ​​people, you can't help but look at him?

At the same time, you will also find that he is also looking at you?

Who is the man he is talking about?

This man will climb up for her, climb to a high position that can match her, and let her live freely and willfully beside him...

This has never been a sweet talk, but it carries a powerful spell that makes people unable to restrain themselves from falling in love.

Knowing that it is impossible, but the heartbeat is messed up in an instant.

Fu Xiyao subconsciously clenched her fist, and then raised her beautiful red lips, "Mr. Mu, why haven't I met the man you are talking about yet?"

She refused tactfully and implicitly.

Ling Limu glanced at her. Her dress was a little wet. The expensive custom-made pink dress bloomed in his car, with a quiet and elegant beauty. Her pure black hair was also a little wet. Some strands of hair were entangled on her beautiful and beautiful cheeks. She was not wearing any makeup, but her beauty was so beautiful that it made people's hearts flutter.

The fairy who was high in the clouds was originally admired.

Ling Limu had no emotion, just said lightly, "Oh."

He said "Oh" again.

Fu Xiyao found that he used this word very frequently. He was originally deep and profound beyond his age. Now with the blessing of the identity of a newly promoted financial kid, he could still play in the business world even without any background, which made him have a sense of indifference and depth.

Now he said "Oh", Fu Xiyao was unsure of his thoughts and felt a little uncomfortable. She turned her face away and looked out the window.

The drizzle of rain hit the shiny glass window, but Fu Xiyao saw her beautiful and watery face, her eyes were flowing, and she glanced at Ling Limu beside her.

At this time, Ling Limu, who was driving, also looked at her.

The two looked at each other.

Fu Xiyao didn't know why she was flustered, she immediately looked away and stopped looking at him.

...

The two did not communicate anymore, and soon the Aston-Martin stopped in front of a villa.

Ling Limu got out of the car, and then opened the passenger door like a gentleman. Fu Xiyao walked out and found that Ling Limu did not take her to the hotel.

"Mr. Mu, why don't you take me to the hotel? Where is this?"

"My home."

What?

He actually took her back to his home?

It was already late at night, and she and he were both unmarried men and women. It was really inappropriate to be alone in a room like this.

"Mr. Mu, thank you for sending me off. I'll take my leave now. I'll call my driver and ask him to take me to the hotel. See you next time, Mr. Mu."

Fu Xiyao turned and left.

At this time, a man's voice with a hint of laughter came from behind, "What are you afraid of? Even if I want to, but if I dare to touch you, Guding Castle and the royal family will not leave me alive."

Fu Xiyao stopped, she turned around and looked at Ling Limu, "Mr. Mu, that's not what I meant."

Ling Limu put one hand in his trouser pocket, and the car keys of Aston-Martin were hooked between the two fingers of one hand. He raised his handsome eyebrows, exuding a faint lazy color of the evening, "You mean that."

Fu Xiyao, "..."

"This place is still far from the hotel, my home is closer, you are caught in the rain, it's easy to catch a cold, take a shower and change clothes at my house first, just in time to wait for your driver."

Ling Limu added, "Don't worry, I have a grandmother at home."

Ling Limu turned around and opened the door of the villa.

He had said so much, so Fu Xiyao had no worries.

She didn't want to think too much about the meaning of his words just now, but she really believed that Ling Limu was a gentleman.

Fu Xiyao followed him into the villa.

...

In the villa.

Fu Xiyao entered the guest room. Because her clothes and hair were wet, it was okay because there was air conditioning in the car just now, but now she sneezed directly.

It was a sign of a cold.

Fu Xiyao wanted to go in and take a hot shower, but she didn't have a change of clothes.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and an old voice came from outside the door, "Ms. Fu, hello, I am Amu's grandmother, I'm here to bring you a change of clothes."

Fu Xiyao heard this and quickly walked over to open the door herself. She saw Ling Limu's grandmother.

The grandmother's hair had turned white, and the old face was full of wrinkles. She looked like someone who had suffered for most of her life, but she was vigorous, kind and peaceful.

Ling Limu is now known as the "RMB Re-creating Machine", which shows his extraordinary ability to make a fortune.

However, this villa is not in the most prosperous area. The environment here is very quiet, and the grandmother in front of her is not wearing gold and silver like a nouveau riche. She wears very simple clothes, but neat and decent.

Fu Xiyao fell in love with the grandmother in front of her almost immediately. She raised her red lips sweetly, "Grandma, how dare I trouble you to deliver clothes? My last name is Fu, you can call me Xiyao."

The grandmother looked at Fu Xiyao in front of her, looked her up and down, and then laughed in amazement, "Oh, what a pretty girl! I have lived for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen such a fairy moth."

Everyone likes to hear compliments. Fu Xiyao blushed and was shy of being teased, "Grandma, you are too kind."

"Xiyao, there are no girls' clothes at home. My grandson has never brought a girl home at this age. You are the first one, so I can only take Amu's shirt for you to wear." The grandmother handed a clean men's shirt to Fu Xiyao.

Fu Xiyao quickly reached out to take it, "Grandma, thank you."

"You're welcome. There are differences between men and women. Ah Mu has gone to the study. Xiyao, you don't have to be shy. If you need anything, tell me."

"Okay."

Grandma left, Fu Xiyao closed the door and went into the bathroom.

...

Fu Xiyao took a hot shower and came out.

The toiletries here are all brand new, without any traces of girls. Grandma said that Ling Limu had never brought a girl home, and Luo Sen once said that Ling Limu is still single.

Fu Xiyao remembered that Ling Limu was 24 years old. At this age, he was not too old, but not too young. I wonder if he has never had a girlfriend.

Fu Xiyao put on his men's shirt. His shirt was very loose, covering her delicate and exquisite girl's figure.

Fu Xiyao blew her long hair with a hair dryer, then opened the door and went out.

When Fu Xiyao went down to the living room, she smelled a fragrance. The old lady in the kitchen smiled and said, "Xiyao, you must be hungry. I made you a bowl of noodles to fill your stomach."

Fu Xiyao quickly ran into the kitchen and saw the old lady preparing a bowl of noodles with her hands and feet. There was a golden poached egg on the noodles, and green leaves inside, sprinkled with chopped green onions, which was refreshing and fragrant.

Fu Xiyao was young and really didn't dare to let the old lady send clothes and cook noodles to serve her. However, the old lady was neither humble nor arrogant, and was very close to her. Fu Xiyao felt that she was too hypocritical and alienated.

"Grandma, the noodles you made are so delicious. My stomach is growling with hunger."

"Then come and eat quickly. The little girl is growing up."

Fu Xiyao sat in the restaurant eating noodles. She thought of Ling Limu. They both came out of the dance party. He didn't eat anything either. "Grandma, doesn't Mr. Mu eat noodles?"

Grandma smiled and said, "Xiyao, you eat first. I'll call him later."

Fu Xiyao remembered that Ling Limu had not shown up since she entered this villa. Now Grandma deliberately separated their meal times. She was probably afraid that she would be restrained.

Fu Xiyao flipped the noodles with chopsticks. There was a poached egg under the noodles. Grandma fried two poached eggs for her.

Fu Xiyao felt warm in her heart. Grandma was born in a common family. She might not have read much when she was young, but Grandma was very careful about everything. She was neither humble nor arrogant. She made people love and respect her.

Ling Limu must have grown up with Grandma. Grandma gave him the best education.

Fu Xiyao quickly ate up the whole bowl of noodles, not even leaving any soup, "Grandma, you cooked noodles for me, so now I'll take care of the dishes."

Fu Xiyao carried her bowl and chopsticks into the kitchen, and she began to run water to wash the dishes.

But she couldn't hold the bowl, and when she was about to wash it, it suddenly slipped out of her hand.

"Ah!"

Fu Xiyao exclaimed, and quickly stretched out her hand to catch it.

At this time, a big hand with clear outlines reached over and held her soft and boneless hand in his palm, "Be careful!"

Fu Xiyao raised her eyes in a hurry, and she bumped into Ling Limu's handsome face.

Ling Limu had also taken a shower, and he was wearing a clean white shirt, and his fine curly bangs pushed to his forehead fell down, covering his black eyes.

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