Chapter 2155

Linglimu, who has just bathed, is a white lined black trousers at home, with wet and refreshing water vapor all over. Her light and handsome face makes her blush and heartbeat.

No matter how wise Fu Xiyao is, she is also an 18-year-old girl. When she suddenly bumps into such a beautiful beauty in the prosperous age, there is always an indescribable feeling of collision between men and women.

Ling Limu's tall JUNBA stood by the flow table. He looked at her with handsome eyelids. "Are you hurt?"

Fu Xiyao noticed that his little hand was held in the palm of his hand. Her pupil shrank slightly and pulled back her little hand almost instantly.

At this time, grandma came over, "ah mu, Xiyao, what happened?"

Fu Xiyao's beautiful little face turned red, and her greasy white skin rubbed out and was steaming. She nibbled her purplish lower lip with shell teeth. She was very ashamed and shy. "I'm sorry, grandma, I wanted to wash the dishes, but I almost broke the dishes."

Grandma smiled happily. "I thought it was a big thing. My daughter was made of water. The bowl was left for ah Mu to wash."

Ah?

Grandma asked Ling Limu to help her wash the dishes

She doesn't want it.

Fu Xiyao is a little princess from Edinburgh. She has been loved by her grandmother, Qinglun daddy and Shiyu Mommy since she was young. She is a standard daughter who doesn't touch the spring water. She really hasn't washed the dishes herself.

But she can do everything else, piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and dance. Everything is exquisite.

Originally, grandma gave her noodles and she planned to wash the dishes, but who knows, she almost broke the bowl. It's really embarrassing.

Now Ling Limu has to help her wash the dishes. That's absolutely impossible.

Fu Xiyao raised Jian Shuimei's eyes and looked at Ling Limu. She just wanted to speak. At this time, Ling Limu leaned over, casually rolled up a sleeve and really washed her dishes and chopsticks.

"Hey, dusk..."

Fu Xiyao quickly stretched out his white fingers and grabbed his sleeves.

Ling Limu turned her head and a pair of clean black eyes fell on her. The 18-year-old girl was wearing his white shirt, pure black hair scattered on her shoulders, a few strands of beautiful hair tucked behind her ears, a small face with palm size, red lips and white teeth, and her eyes looked forward to the circulation, which was beautiful.

At the moment, the girl looked up at him, and her haste and shyness overflowed in her water like pupils.

"What's the matter?" Ling Limu hooked her thin lips.

Fu Xiyao pulled his sleeve again, "I don't want you to wash it. I'll wash it myself. I'll wash it..."

The girl's soft waxy voice is loose, delicate and childish.

"Nothing." Linglimu road.

Why don't you let ah Xi wash the dishes in the kitchen? Why don't you let her wash the dishes at home

With that, grandma went in. "Xiyao, go out and watch TV in the living room. I'll make noodles for ah mu."

Fu Xiyao glanced at Ling Limu. Ling Limu's mellow voice was incomparably soft, "go."

Fu Xiyao found that she was still dragging other people's sleeves. She quickly pulled back her fingers and left the kitchen without looking back.

……

Fu Xiyao sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV. She raised her little hand and covered her little face. It was so hot.

She doesn't know what's on TV.

All she knew was that her heartbeat was accelerating and out of control.

At this time, Fu Xiyao saw something. It was a picture of a lovely kitten.

It turned out to be... Round.

Not long ago, at her 18-year-old adult ceremony, cute and cute Yuanyuan suddenly ran to her feet. She fell in love with it at a glance and then took it home.

Yuanyuan is the best gift she has ever received.

Why is round picture here?

Is it

Fu Xiyao thought of a possibility. She was not sure, so she got up and walked over to have a careful look.

But she didn't see the way, and suddenly her knee hit the corner of the tea table.

Hiss.

Fu Xiyao's painful suction, a pair of Jian Shuimei eyes overflowed with a faint ruddy color.

At this time, there was a sound of jianba's footsteps in his ear. Ling Limu came over, "are you hurt again?"

Fu Xiyao turned her head and looked at Ling Limu. She's not such a clumsy person, but I don't know what's wrong. She always makes mistakes tonight. It's really embarrassing!

Fu Xiyao trembled with his slender feather Jie, "dusk, am I stupid?"

Ling Limu took two steps forward and slowly squatted on one knee in front of her, "let me see, can you?"

She was wearing his white shirt, which was big and covered her knee. Now she hit her knee. He needed to check it.

Fu Xiyao looked down at him. Ling Limu was half squatting on the ground. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled twice, revealing his slender big hand and the precious steel watch on his wrist. He stretched out his hand and slowly approached her knee.

Fu Xiyao stepped back quickly as if she had been electrocuted.

He didn't touch it.

Ling Limu looked up at her. The flower like girl retreated to one side on guard. A pair of Jian Shuimei's eyes looked at him wet, which was very funny.

Can Ling get up and walk away from the sofa

Fu Xiyao moved and wanted to walk over, but her knee hurt so much that she couldn't walk.

At this time, linglimu's mellow voice sounded in his ear, "I'll hold it."

what?

Fu Xiyao suddenly raised her eyes and looked at him.

Ling Limu looked at her for three seconds, then walked briskly over and directly picked her up.

"Hey, dusk!"

Suddenly, Fu Xiyao was so frightened that she quickly stretched out her small hand and hugged Ling Limu's neck. She stared at him.

How did he... Suddenly hug her?

Ling Limu took her to the sofa and said, "I didn't give you a chance to refuse this time."

Just now he said, can I hold it instead of saying as just now

Fu Xiyao feels that this man is very strong and domineering in his bones. Now her two small hands are still around his neck. It's neither put nor not put.

Her delicate body was in his strong arm, and he hugged her very easily.

She was so big that even Rosen didn't hold her like this. Now he held her like this, and Fu Xiyao's small face burned.

"So... Did you give me Yuanyuan?"

Ling Limu looked at Fu Xiyao in her arms with handsome eyelids. "Do you like it?"

He didn't deny it.

Yuanyuan is really a gift he gave her for her 18th birthday.

Why did he give her a birthday present?

Fu Xiyao nodded his head, "yes, I like it."

Ling Limu came to the sofa and lowered his tall body. He gently put Fu Xiyao in his arms on the sofa and withdrew at the same time.

However, Fu Xiyao's long hair was wrapped around his shirt buttons.

As soon as he moved, Fu Xiyao hissed.

"What's the matter?"

Ling Limu lowered her eyes, and her flexible thin lips suddenly and gently printed on her forehead.

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