Chapter 1189 Fu Xiyao Asked Ling Limu, Am I Good-Looking?

Fu Xiyao was walking well, but suddenly she felt Ling Limu stopped beside her.

She raised her eyes and looked at Ling Limu.

The outline of Ling Limu's handsome facial features suddenly became cold and stern, covered with a layer of cold frost. The tip of his tongue touched his left cheek, and with wild movements, he slowly turned around.

His deep black eyes fell on the middle-aged man, and Ling Limu opened his legs and walked towards him.

Fu Xiyao's black and white pupils shrank suddenly, and she quickly stretched out her little hand to grab Ling Limu's sleeve, preventing him from going.

The middle-aged man was still scolding, "Some people are so shameless and cheap. Giving you an LV bag is a compliment. I didn't expect you to stay in a hotel with a poor boy for free!"

Listening to these words, Ling Limu's black eyes were like splashing ink, thick and bottomless. His two big hands hanging by his sides were clenched into fists, and his bones and joints were "rattling".

He continued to move forward, approaching the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man saw Ling Limu coming. Although this 18-year-old boy was young, the wild and cold aura exuding from him was scary.

"You...what are you doing?" The middle-aged man took two steps back in fear, "You...you want to hit me? It's illegal to hit someone...Why are you, a poor boy, so arrogant?"

Ling Limu walked over, and just as he was about to make a move, two small hands suddenly came up from behind and wrapped around his lean waist.

Ling Limu froze because Fu Xiyao hugged him from behind.

"Ling Limu, forget it. I was bitten by a dog. We don't need to bite him back. Don't fight. I'm afraid."

Fu Xiyao was really afraid that if he went to fight, his posture would definitely beat up the middle-aged man, so she didn't think anything, she rushed up and hugged him.

Being held by her like this, her soft voice could be heard in his ears. She told him not to fight, she was afraid...

Ling Limu froze on the spot, his sinister aura dissipated a bit.

When the middle-aged man saw this, he quickly turned around and ran away.

"Everyone is gone, how long do you want to hold me?"

At this time Ling Limu spoke up.

Fu Xiyao quickly let go of her hand and took a few steps back. She was too impulsive just now, but now she realized that she rushed forward and hugged him.

"I didn't mean it." Fu Xiyao whispered with a blushing face.

Ling Limu looked at her with his handsome eyes lowered, and her row of slender feathers like small brushes hung down shyly, like a rose flower.

He gave her the bag in his hand, then opened the door to the room, "It's for you."

Fu Xiyao opened the bag and saw that in addition to the sanitary napkins she wanted, there was also a black T-shirt.

Fu Xiyao smiled quickly, ran into the room, followed Ling Limu, and said happily, "Did you buy me clothes?"

Ling Limu poured a glass of water and drank it. He turned his back to her and responded indifferently, "Well...if you don't like it, you can..."

You can throw it away...

Ling Limu knew that Fu Xiyao should be from a wealthy family, and she might not like the clothes he bought. If she didn't like them, she could throw them away.

But before he finished speaking, Fu Xiyao said happily, "I like it, I like it so much, I'm going to take a shower and change it now."

Fu Xiyao ran into the shower room like a happy little rabbit.

Ling Limu put down the water glass, raised his eyes to look at the closed bathroom door, and then slightly curled his thin lips.

Soon, he turned around and went out.

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A middle-aged man met a girl with a fake LV bag. He proudly put his arm around the girl's shoulders and prepared to leave the hotel.

As soon as he walked onto the street, the middle-aged man saw a dark shadow in front of him.

A young man dressed in black leaned lazily against the wall, with his hands in his trouser pockets. The light there flickered, making the young man's handsome features appear somewhat evil and magnificent.

Soon, the handsome young man raised his deep black eyes and looked at him, then slowly raised his thin lips...

The middle-aged man's scalp went numb, and he turned around and ran away.

But before he could take two steps, a strong fist hit him in the face...

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Ling Limu returned to his room. At this moment, there was a "click", the door to the shower room opened, and Fu Xiyao walked out.

Fu Xiyao's beautiful eyes looked at him and asked doubtfully, "Are you out?"

Ling Limu responded, "Yes."

Fu Xiyao didn't care. She looked at Ling Limu and turned around, "Am I good-looking?"

Ling Limu's eyes fell on her. She had just taken a shower and put on the black T-shirt he bought. The black T-shirt was very wide and made her frame more delicate and delicate.

Fu Xiyao didn't wash her hair, so she let her long pure black hair grow down. Now a strand of hair on her cheek is tucked into her snow-white earlobes, her skin is as white as snow, and her eyebrows are picturesque, and her beauty is breathtaking.

Ling Limu glanced at it and quickly looked away.

He didn't say anything, so Fu Xiyao asked, "Hey, am I good-looking or not?"

Ling Limu turned his back.

What does his silence mean...she is not good-looking?

Fu Xiyao bit her red lips and snorted angrily, "If you say it doesn't look good, it doesn't look good. Anyway, I just think I look good!"

Fu Xiyao got on the bed and angrily took the quilt and covered her face in it.

Ling Limu stood handsomely on the sofa. He glanced back at Fu Xiyao and felt the girl's anger. He pursed his thin lips and responded, "Yeah, it looks good."

Hearing the word "beautiful", Fu Xiyao quickly revealed her face from under the quilt, but only half of it was exposed. Her white hands pinched the quilt, and her eyes were full of water as she looked at Ling Limu, smiling sweetly and shyly, "Thank you for buying me clothes, I like them very much."

Ling Limu's ears turned red and he looked away, "Oh."

He quickly went into the bathroom to take a shower.

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The next morning, the old lady went back early, and Ling Limu and Fu Xiyao went to school.

The two walked on the street, and Ling Limu asked, "What do you want to eat for breakfast?"

Fu Xiyao was really hungry. She looked at the various breakfasts sold on the roadside curiously, and then pointed to an egg-filled pancake, "I want to eat that, is it okay?"

"Okay."

Ling Limu bought an egg-filled pancake and handed it to her with a bag of soy milk, "Eat it."

Fu Xiyao took the egg-filled pancake, and then took a bite of it very delicately. Her eyes lit up, "It's delicious, you have a bite too."

Fu Xiyao handed the egg-filled pancake in her hand to his lips and asked him to have a bite too.

This is what she has eaten, and she fed him with her own hands...

Ling Limu turned his head uncomfortably, "Eat it yourself."

He ran away.

Fu Xiyao followed him. This was really delicious. Why didn't he eat it? Fu Xiyao took another bite.

At this time, an extended royal luxury car came speeding, and then stopped on the side of the road. Prince Rosen got out of the car, "Xiyao, why are you here, and eating such a rubbish breakfast?"

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