Chapter 1168: His Birthday Gift

Fu Xiyao quickly knelt down and held Xiao Yuanyuan in her arms.

The Yuanyuan that Ling Limu gave her was no longer there, and now she was accompanied by Yuanyuan's baby, Little Yuanyuan.

Meow~

Grandma Xiao Yuanyuan screamed and looked at Fu Xiyao with a pair of big black eyes.

Fu Xiyao stretched out her little hand and touched Xiao Yuanyuan's soft and snow-white fur. In the past fifteen years, in this royal family, fortunately, there was still a cat given by him.

…

Fu Xiyao didn't contact Ling Limu, and Ling Limu didn't take the initiative to contact her. They lived peacefully for a week.

This morning, Fu Xiyao opened her eyes on her soft big bed, and turned on her mobile phone.

Fu Xiyao would turn off her personal cell phone when she went to bed. As soon as she turned it on, the sound of Didi text messages started to ring out like crazy.

Today is her 33rd birthday.

Everyone is wishing her a happy birthday.

Fu Xiyao was stunned for a moment before she realized that today was her birthday and she had forgotten it.

The family invited her to have dinner at the Sofitel Hotel.

Fu Xiyao replied to the text message and said she would go to the appointment on time in the evening. She scrolled up the text message and suddenly saw the text message from Ling Limu.

Ling Limu's text message was very simple, as simple as only two words - live happily!

Fu Xiyao looked at the time when she sent the text message, and it happened to be midnight.

On her 33rd birthday, Ling Limu sent her a birthday greeting at midnight.

Fu Xiyao's slender feathers trembled, then she got up and got out of bed.

She didn't text back.

…

Evening, Sofitel Hotel.

Fu Xiyao came to the hotel. Because this time she was having dinner with her grandmother, parents, and younger brother, so Fu Xiyao came very low-key.

Halfway through, she went to the bathroom.

I stood in front of the sink and washed my hands. Then someone came in and said, "Hello, Princess Xiyao."

Fu Xiyao raised her eyes and saw Luo Li, Count Roy's daughter, in the mirror.

Luo Li is only 18 years old this year. She is as beautiful as a rose and has a dazzling beauty.

Fu Xiyao smiled, "Hello, Miss Luo, are you and your father, Earl Roy, coming here for dinner tonight?"

"I..." Luo Li was a little embarrassed to speak.

At this time, the best friend next to Luo Li covered her mouth and snickered, "Princess Xiyao, Luo Li is so shy. Count Roy has made an appointment with financial tycoon Mr. Ling for dinner tonight!"

Ling Limu?

Ling Limu is also in this hotel. He and Count Roy are having dinner?

At this time, Luo Li pulled her best friend's sleeve and said, "Don't say it..."

"Luo Li, I'm going to see Mr. Ling soon. Is your heart beating like a deer?"

"Your dad is obviously going to introduce you to Mr. Ling. I don't know who changed eighteen sets of clothes at home just now, and asked me if I was beautiful?"

Luo Li's beautiful little face turned red quickly, "If you say anything again, I will tickle you!"

Luo Li and her best friend ran out laughing and playing.

Fu Xiyao stood alone by the washstand, her slender feathers hanging down in confusion.

Now that Earl Roy's power is at its peak, he dared to drive Mrs. Yun out, which shows how arrogant and arrogant he is.

But Earl Roy was very attentive to Ling Limu, which is evident from Ling Limu's ever-changing status as a business tycoon.

The handsome young man back then had climbed to the top of the clouds. Earl Roy only had one beloved daughter, and now he did not hesitate to send his beloved daughter to Ling Limu.

Fu Xiyao and Luo Li have met several times. Luo Li is young, innocent, lively and romantic, and there are countless boys chasing her.

But seeing how shy Luo Li was about to speak just now, it was clear that he had fallen in love with Ling Limu.

Fu Xiyao turned off the faucet, then took out a few paper towels to wipe the water droplets off her hands. She was still elegant and charming.

fine.

Ling Limu is almost 40 years old. When a middle-aged man marries a beautiful wife, he can have two children soon, and the children will be in pairs.

She couldn't give Ling Limu anything.

At the age of 33, time is running out and I can’t even have children.

…

Fu Xiyao left the bathroom and walked in the corridor. She wanted to go back to the box.

But the next second her steps stagnated because she saw a tall and handsome body in front of her.

The male protagonist who just let the two blooming girls go away laughing and quarreling suddenly broke into Fu Xiyao's sight, and Ling Limu came.

Ling Limu stood tall and long-legged in front. Tonight he was wearing a gray shirt and black trousers. The shirt was tucked into the trousers, and there was an expensive black belt around his waist.

The champagne gold light of the cloister illuminates his handsome three-dimensional features, flowing with a charming luster like a cutaway sculpture.

Ling Limu stood in front, a pair of deep black eyes falling on her little face.

Fu Xiyao slowly stopped. She didn't expect that he would suddenly appear in the next second.

At this time, Ling Limu unstretched his long legs and strolled over. He had been mature when he was young, but now with rich life experience, his movements were filled with a sense of calmness and calmness.

The gray shirt he was wearing was rarely chosen by men, so it was difficult to wear it with that noble and mysterious look, but he could hold on to it easily.

When Fu Xiyao was stunned, her vision went dark, and Ling Limu had already arrived in front of her.

His deep magnetic voice sounded in my ears, with a soft smile, "Happy birthday."

Fu Xiyao curled her slender white fingers slightly and looked up at him. There was a certain height difference between the two. He cast a silhouette in front of her against the light. He was looking down at her beautiful face and her pair of autumn eyes.

Fu Xiyao curled her red lips, "Thank you, Mr. Ling."

"Can I give you a birthday present?" he suddenly said.

Fu Xiyao paused, "What?"

Ling Limu had one hand in his trouser pocket, and now took it out and handed it over, "For you."

Fu Xiyao lowered her eyes and saw a hairpin lying quietly in his clean and slender palm.

The design of the hairpin is very simple, cross-X shape, with a shining pearl inlaid in the middle.

Extreme simplicity is exquisite, elegant and charming, just like Fu Xiyao.

On her birthday, he gave her a birthday present, a pearl hairpin.

"I don't know what you like, so I bought it casually." Ling Limu stuffed the pearl hairpin into her little hand.

Fu Xiyao took a step back, and the pearl hairpin fell to the carpet with a "snap".

Ling Limu raised his black eyes and looked at Fu Xiyao.

Fu Xiyao also looked at him, "Mr. Ling, thank you for your kindness, but I won't accept the gift. Even if I accept it, I can't wear it on my head for others to see."

Ling Limu's deep pupils were unfathomable, and the black color inside made it impossible to guess his emotions.

After a few seconds, he curled his thin lips lightly, "I just want to give you a gift, there is no other meaning."

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End.