Chapter 1192 Ling Limu, You Have Me

Ling Limu stood there, looking at Fu Xiyao who suddenly ran out of the kitchen.

Fu Xiyao is here. Tonight she is wearing a goose-yellow sweatshirt with a white cake skirt underneath. Such a bright and pretty color makes her small face as delicate as a newly blooming flower.

Now she was wearing a floral apron, holding a spatula in her hand, and looking at him with her beautiful eyes.

Fu Xiyao suddenly appeared at his home.

Ling Limu's deep black eyes suddenly shrank, and he stood tall and handsome, looking at her deeply.

At this time, Grandma came out and said with a loving smile, "Ah Mu, you are back. Xiyao came in the afternoon. Today is your 18th birthday. Xiyao personally made you a bowl of longevity noodles."

Fu Xiyao ran to the kitchen, brought out a bowl of longevity noodles and placed it on the dining table. The edge of the bowl was very hot. She quickly put her hot green fingers on her earlobes and touched them, "Senior Ling, this is This is my first time. Happy 18th birthday to you.”

Fu Xiyao racked her brains thinking about birthday gifts, and finally she decided to personally order a bowl of longevity noodles for Ling Limu.

Ling Limu looked at the bowl of noodles on the dining table. The refreshing noodles were filled with shredded chicken and green vegetables, and topped with a poached egg. It looked very delicious.

Ling Limu walked over.

Fu Xiyao handed him a pair of chopsticks, "Senior Ling, here you go."

Ling Limu didn't reach out to take it. He was a bit taller than Fu Xiyao, so he had to lower his handsome eyelids to look at her. He didn't have any expression. He just lifted his thin lips lightly and said, "Who asked you to come to my house? I didn't ask you to Don’t you want to pester me anymore?”

Fu Xiyao's beautiful palm-sized face quickly turned pale, "Ling..."

"You like me?" Ling Limu asked suddenly.

Fu Xiyao's Yujie trembled, and she was about to speak, "I..."

Ling Limu interrupted her, "I don't like you, go ahead and leave my house now."

His words were indifferent and cold, like a sharp arrow piercing Fu Xiyao's heart. With a "pop", the chopsticks fell to the ground. Fu Xiyao took off her apron with red eyes, turned around and ran out.

she left.

Ling Limu didn't look back. The two big hands hanging by his side were clenched into fists. The light stretched his handsome and cold figure very long.

"Ah Mu, what are you doing? Why are you driving Xiyao away? Xiyao is a good child." Grandma came over.

Ling Limu's handsome profile was hidden in the dim light, "Don't start something that's impossible, let alone have extravagant hopes."

Grandma knows Ling Limu best. Her grandson is mature, cold, reserved, silent and restrained, and can handle everything by herself.

Grandma sighed, "Xiyao is really a good child, but I see that Xiyao's family is very wealthy, and her little hands are slippery...she should not touch Yangchun water..."

Ling Limu lowered his body, picked up the chopsticks on the ground and wiped them clean, then sat down and took a bite of Fu Xiyao's longevity noodles.

The noodles are light and light, and have the aroma of shredded chicken, which is delicious.

At this time, there was a "bang", the sound of thunder came from outside, and then it started to rain heavily.

Grandma quickly worried and said, "Ah Mu, it's raining heavily outside, and the alley here is dark. Is a girl like Xiyao in danger at this late night? Go and have a look quickly. Make sure she is safe before you come back. "

Ling Limu raised his eyes and looked at the "crackling" heavy rain outside the window. He quickly stood up, took an umbrella and walked out.

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Ling Limu ran into the rainy night holding a black umbrella, looking for Fu Xiyao.

Soon he saw Fu Xiyao's pretty figure on the street in front. She was sitting on a bench, her whole body wet from the rain. Now she was crying with her little head lowered and her nose red.

Ling Limu ran forward and held the umbrella above her head, "Get up, I'll take you home."

Fu Xiyao was really sad. She was hurt by Ling Limu. Ling Limu loved her all her life in the previous life. But in this life, her and Ling Limu's life trajectory has changed, and he doesn't like her anymore.

The cold rain was like cooling her heart. Her trembling shoulders were crying so hard that she couldn't help herself, like an abandoned little cat, very pitiful.

Suddenly hearing Ling Limu's voice, Fu Xiyao quickly raised her eyes, and her tear-filled pupils crashed into his black pupils.

Ling Limu wore a black coat and held a black umbrella in his hand. This 18-year-old boy was so handsome that he looked even colder in the rainy night.

Fu Xiyao stood up and said, "I don't need you to send me there. I'll go home by myself."

She turned and left.

But a big hand clasped her slender wrist, and with the young man's deep and sullen voice, "Fu Xiyao!"

hiss.

Fu Xiyao groaned in pain, quickly withdrew her little hand and hid it behind her back.

Ling Limu saw her little hands. Her little hands were as slender as green onion. Now her little hands were red.

Ling Limu pursed her thin lips and said, "Why are you injured? Let me see."

He held her little hand.

Her little hand was burned, obviously from the injury she got when she went down on him.

For a wealthy lady like Fu Xiyao, she has never cooked before. Today she fried poached eggs for his birthday, so she was burned.

Ling Limu's heart suddenly softened.

"Does it hurt?"

he asked in a low voice.

Fu Xiyao reached out and hugged him, "Ling Limu, why don't you like me, why do you hate me, what I did wrong is something I can change, please don't push me away, I want to stay with you By your side, I will be with you for the rest of my life and will never leave you!”

The girl sobbed softly, with endless grievances and attachment to him. She said she wanted to be with him for the rest of her life.

The black umbrella in Ling Limu's hand fell to the ground, and the rain quickly wet him. He lowered his handsome eyelids, and suddenly he didn't know...he didn't know where the girl in his arms came from.

"Fu Xiyao," he called her name in a low voice, "I am not as good as you think. My family, as you can see, I can't give you anything. I...have nothing."

Fu Xiyao closed her eyes gently, and hot and crystal tears fell down in large pieces. She remembered the middle-aged Ling Limu in her previous life. He once said to her---don't be afraid, you have me.

Fu Xiyao hugged him hard and hugged him tightly. She smiled brightly in her tears and told him, "Ling Limu, in my heart, no one is better than you, and so are you. It’s not nothing, you still have me!”

Ling Limu tightened his fist, then opened it little by little. He raised his hand and gently hugged Fu Xiyao.

He knew that this unattainable girl did not belong to him and he could not afford it, but he was still moved by her.

Since that day, when she transferred to Nanzhong, he looked at her one more time in the crowd...

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