Chapter 1180 I Love You Like My Life

Ling Limu had just come back, with a fresh and clean air from the outside, and his good smell of manly masculinity.

His tall body came closer to her little by little, and Fu Xiyao felt like she was surrounded by his masculine aura.

She blinked her slender Yu Jie and looked at him with watery eyes.

At this time the maid came over and said, "Sir, madam, it's time to have your meal."

The intrusion of an outsider made Ling Limu stop. He was very close to the beautiful little face in front of him and could easily touch it.

Fu Xiyao quickly lowered her head and buried herself in his delicate arms in embarrassment.

"knew."

Ling Limu responded in a low voice, and the maid who had already noticed something was wrong ran away in a hurry.

"Let's go and eat."

Ling Limu turned sideways and took Fu Xiyao's little hand.

"Wait a moment."

Fu Xiyao handed half of the chocolate in her hand to Ling Limu's thin lips, "Here you go."

Ling Limu curled her thin lips and ate half of the chocolate with her little hands.

…

After dinner, Ling Limu went into the study to work. His personal secretary came.

Fu Xiyao took a shower, put on a long skirt and came to the study door, then raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Enter."

An unhurried voice sounded from inside.

Fu Xiyao pushed the door open and entered.

Fu Xiyao immediately saw Ling Limu sitting on the leather office chair. His personal secretary stood beside him and reported something to him respectfully.

She came in, the secretary was silent, Ling Limu's deep black eyes fell on her beautiful pupils, "Looking for me?"

Fu Xiyao held a book in her arms, "No... I borrowed a book from you this morning. I've finished reading it. Can I borrow another one?"

Ling Limu raised his eyebrows and said, "Take whatever you like."

Fu Xiyao walked to the bookshelf. The study room had two rows of large bookshelves filled with dazzling books.

Fu Xiyao looked through it carefully. Most of the books he had here were about business economics. They were obscure and difficult to understand. Naturally, she was not interested.

Fu Xiyao found a famous book in Greek.

She was born into a noble family, was smart and studious since childhood, graduated from a first-class university, was proficient in eight languages, and could understand most of Greek without any problem.

Fu Xiyao took this Greek masterpiece. Instead of going out, she sat on the sofa in the study and read it.

Ling Limu was at work. When he raised his eyes, he saw the pretty figure on the sofa. Fu Xiyao was wearing a white gauze skirt. Her long black hair was flowing smoothly on her shoulders. She was holding a book in her hand and her profile was quiet. Beautiful, like a sand painting.

"President..." the private secretary whispered.

The private secretary had to speak out because his president's attention was drawn away.

There was no emotion on Ling Limu's handsome face. The forty-year-old man was restrained and steady, making it impossible for anyone to spy on him. "You should go back first."

"Yes, President."

The personal secretary left, Ling Limu stood up and came to Fu Xiyao's side.

Fu Xiyao overestimated herself. She thought she would have no problem reading this Greek masterpiece, but when she saw a certain part, she got stuck and couldn't understand.

At this time, the sofa next to her collapsed. Ling Limu sat next to her and asked in a soft voice, "Do you want help?"

Fu Xiyao handed him the book in her hand, "I can't understand this."

Ling Limu lowered his handsome eyelids and told her the story easily.

Fu Xiyao's beautiful eyes were extremely bright. She looked at him, "Ling Limu, were you a top student when you were in school?"

Ling Limu snorted lightly, "Yeah."

Fu Xiyao smiled, her beautiful little face shining brightly, "I was also a top student when I was in school, but it's a pity that I didn't meet you then, otherwise... I would definitely compete with you!"

Ling Limu glanced at her and said, "Although you are definitely no match for me, I will let you."

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There's no competition yet, how does he know the outcome?

Fu Xiyao looked at him unconvinced. Ling Limu's straight back was leaning lazily against the sofa. He was wearing a black shirt. This black lining made him noble, profound and mysterious, just like the man twenty years ago. The incomparably handsome young man Ling Limu must be especially popular with girls, right?

"Then I won't read it. You can translate it for me and tell it to me."

Fu Xiyao leaned on the sofa comfortably.

Ling Limu curled his lips and obediently continued the translation for her where she had just been reading.

Fu Xiyao soon felt sleepy because the man's voice was so pleasant, the kind that could make a woman's ears pregnant. She fell asleep as she listened.

Ling Limu watched the little woman next to him swaying as if she was about to fall over. He held the book in one hand and stretched out his good arm.

Fu Xiyao fell into his arms.

She really fell asleep, her little head fell into his strong chest and quickly found a comfortable position, sleeping very sweetly.

Ling Limu put down the book, slowly put his big hands on her shiny shoulders, and gently pulled her into his arms.

Her scent is all under the nose.

Ling Limu lowered his eyes to look at her. There was no trace of time on her body at all. Her small face was plump and elastic and full of collagen. Seen from such a close distance, she looked as pink and white as a blooming rose.

She was as soft as a pool of spring water in his arms.

Ling Limu lowered his eyes and got closer to her.

At this time, Fu Xiyao suddenly moved in his sleep, and her face was buried in his collar.

Ling Limu stopped, a helpless and doting arc appeared on his lips, and then he gently kissed her white forehead.

He whispered in her ear.

Greek... I love you like life...

...

The next night, Ling Limu took Fu Xiyao to the bar.

Girls like Fu Xiyao rarely come into contact with bars. She went there once on her eighteenth birthday.

This time, Ling Limu brought her to play.

Fu Xiyao was in the luxury box. When Ling Limu just came out, he met an acquaintance, Princess Luo Ling.

Princess Luo Ling looked at Ling Limu with love and hate, full of unwillingness.

Ling Limu glanced at Princess Luo Ling lightly and ran away.

Seeing Ling Limu ignoring her like this, and not wanting to give her a straight look no matter fifteen years ago or fifteen years later, Princess Luo Ling was furious.

If he did this to any woman, it would be fine, but he had a deep affection for Fu Xiyao, how could people not be jealous?

"Boss Ling, please stay!" Princess Luo Ling shouted.

Ling Limu didn't stop, obviously treating her as air.

"Ling Limu, why do you treat me like this? I love you sincerely, but Fu Xiyao doesn't love you!"

"Even if you marry her, it doesn't matter. Fu Xiyao comes from a famous family and has grown up in love and warmth. She is so noble, and the men around her are all favored by heaven like my brother Luo Sen and Gu Ye Lin. Even if you climb higher, you can't change your bloodline and origin. Fifteen years ago, Fu Xiyao made a choice and she didn't go with you."

"Fifteen years later, she was forced to marry you, but you were married for two days and she didn't get together with you, right?"

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