Chapter 1188 Dating a Poor Boy

Ling Limu looked at Fu Xiyao, and saw that Fu Xiyao was holding a small medical kit in her hand.

This room was very simple, with a bed and a sofa. Fu Xiyao sat down on the sofa, and then patted the place next to her, "Senior Ling, come here."

Ling Limu walked over and sat next to her.

Fu Xiyao held his injured hand. He had just held the knife like that, and two long bloody wounds were cut on the palm of his hand. Fu Xiyao felt a pain in her heart, and she wished she could share his pain.

If he hadn't appeared in time, the knife would have fallen on her.

He was injured to save her.

Fu Xiyao felt pain in her heart. She opened the medical kit, carefully treated his wound, and applied medicine.

"Senior Ling, does it hurt?"

Fu Xiyao looked up at him.

Ling Limu bumped into the girl's beautiful eyes, and she looked at him with watery eyes, her eyes full of concern and heartache.

Ling Limu looked away uncomfortably and wanted to take back his hand, "It doesn't hurt."

"How can it not hurt? I'll blow on it for you."

Fu Xiyao lowered her eyes and blew gently on his wound.

Ling Limu felt as if a soft feather had passed through his heart. He quickly withdrew his hand and lowered his handsome eyelids, "I'll do it myself. Thank you, you can go home."

"No, I'm not going back tonight. I'll sleep here. I'll sleep with grandma, and you can sleep on the sofa." Fu Xiyao said.

She's going to stay here tonight?

Ling Limu knew without asking that Fu Xiyao's family was very well-off. The skirt she was wearing was very expensive, and she was delicate and delicate like a rich lady. This room was very simple, and she looked out of place standing here.

"Where is your home? I'll take you back." Ling Limu said.

"No, I said I'm not going home. I'm going to take a shower first."

Fu Xiyao quickly ran into the bathroom.

Looking at the closed door in front of him, Ling Limu stood there for a while, his deep black eyes were boundless, revealing no emotion.

After a few seconds, he turned around and sorted out the medicine box.

At this time, the door of the bathroom opened with a "click", and a soft and sticky voice came to his ear, "Ling Limu..."

Ling Limu looked up and saw that the door of the bathroom opened a crack, revealing half of Fu Xiyao's beautiful face. Her beautiful pupils fell on his handsome face, a little shy and evasive.

"What's wrong?" Ling Limu walked over.

Now one person is outside the door, and the other is inside the door. The 18-year-old boy is elegant and handsome, and the girl's face is slightly red, as thin as a mosquito's hum, "That... I didn't bring... sanitary napkins... Can you... go out and buy me a pack?"

Ling Limu looked at the girl so closely, her skin was as soft as snow-hatched white goose, and the small layer of fluff on it was so crystal clear, beautiful and flawless.

Now she was hiding behind the door shyly, blinking her eyes and looking at him shyly, asking him to help buy sanitary napkins.

Ling Limu had never bought sanitary napkins for a girl before, so he nodded and said silently, "Yes."

He turned and left the room.

...

Ling Limu came to the mall, and he said to the shopping guide, "Please get me a pack of sanitary napkins, the most expensive ones."

He added.

The shopping guide was an enthusiastic aunt. When the aunt saw that Ling Limu was so handsome, she quickly smiled and said, "Young man, are you buying it for your girlfriend?"

Ling Limu lowered his handsome eyelids, his expression was indifferent, and he did not say anything.

The aunt took a pack of the most expensive sanitary napkins.

At this time, Ling Limu raised his eyes and saw that the model was wearing a casual black T-shirt, which was a very wide female style and could be used as pajamas.

"I want that dress." Ling Limu pointed.

"Young man, this dress has a size. What size does your girlfriend wear?" The aunt asked.

Of course Ling Limu didn't know what size Fu Xiyao wore, so he was silent for a moment.

"Young man, you don't know what size your girlfriend wears, right? It doesn't matter, tell me how tall your girlfriend is and whether she has a good figure?"

Ling Limu's mind flashed with Fu Xiyao's beautiful little face and her pretty figure, and he felt a little uncomfortable, "165cm tall, with a good figure."

The aunt quickly took a T-shirt of a certain size, and when she checked out, she didn't forget to tease, "Young man, your girlfriend is very beautiful, right?"

Ling Limu took the things, paid, and left without answering the aunt's question.

However, his ears turned red slightly.

...

Fu Xiyao felt so embarrassed. She remembered that she didn't have sanitary napkins when she entered the bathroom, so she had to let Ling Limu buy them.

She waited, but Ling Limu didn't come back.

Fu Xiyao walked into the room, and the old lady fell asleep on the bed. She reached out and covered the old lady with a quilt, then left the room.

In the corridor, Fu Xiyao poked her head out to see if Ling Limu had come back. At this time, a middle-aged man came towards her.

When the middle-aged man saw Fu Xiyao, he couldn't take his eyes off her. "Girl, what's your name? We can be friends. I can give you an LV bag."

The middle-aged man took out an LV bag.

Fu Xiyao knew at a glance that the LV bag was a fake. It was probably the usual way for this man to deceive girls.

Fu Xiyao ignored the middle-aged man and turned around to leave.

But the man followed her and said, "Girl, if you want anything, you can tell me. I'm rich and can buy you anything."

Fu Xiyao wanted to speak, when the elevator door in front opened, and a handsome figure jumped into view.

Ling Limu came back with a bag in his hand.

A bright smile immediately appeared in Fu Xiyao's beautiful eyes. She ran forward and looked up at him with her beautiful little face, "Are you back?"

Ling Limu's deep black eyes glanced at the middle-aged man indifferently, his eyes a bit colder, then he stretched out his arm, put it on Fu Xiyao's fragrant shoulders, and walked towards the room with his arms around her.

Fu Xiyao's face turned red.

When the middle-aged man saw this scene, he quickly said, "Girl, why are you following a poor boy? Does he have money? Can he buy you an LV bag?"

Fu Xiyao was too lazy to pay attention to that man. What did he know? Her Ling Limu would be the most powerful man in the world!

But these words hurt his self-esteem after all, so Fu Xiyao raised her eyes and looked at Ling Limu.

She was short, and when she raised her eyes, she could only see Ling Limu's smooth jawline. His handsome face showed no emotion, looking cool and indifferent.

Seeing that he was ignored by a poor boy, the man quickly became angry and said, "Bah", "What's the use of just being pretty? If you live in a hotel with someone at a young age, you're not a good person at first glance!"

The man was scolding Fu Xiyao.

Ling Limu had no expression at first, but after hearing these words, he stopped in his tracks.

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