Chapter 2192

Ling Limu stood where he was. He looked at Fu Xiyao who suddenly ran out of the kitchen.

Fu Xiyao is here. Tonight, she is wearing a goose yellow sweater and a white cake skirt. Such a bright and beautiful color sets off her small face, which is as beautiful as a newly blooming flower.

Now she was wearing an apron with broken flowers, still holding a spatula in her hand, and a pair of beautiful Jian pupils looked at him clearly.

Fu Xi suddenly appeared in his house.

Ling Limu's deep black eyes suddenly contracted. He stood in place and looked at her deeply.

At this time, grandma came out and said with a loving smile, "ah mu, you're back. Xiyao came this afternoon. Today is your 18th birthday. Xiyao personally gave you a bowl of longevity noodles."

Fu Xiyao ran to the kitchen, brought out a bowl of longevity noodles and put it on the table. The edge of the bowl was very hot. She quickly put her scalded scallion fingers on her little earlobe and touched it, "Ling Xuechang, this is my first time. Happy 18th birthday."

Fu Xiyao thought about her birthday gift. She finally decided to hand over a bowl of longevity noodles for Ling Limu.

Ling Limu looked at the bowl of noodles on the table. The fresh noodles were filled with shredded chicken and small vegetables, and covered with a poached egg. It looked very delicious.

Ling Limu walked past.

Fu Xiyao handed him a pair of chopsticks, "Ling Xuechang, here you are."

Ling Limu didn't reach for it. He was a little taller than Fu Xiyao. He needed to look at her with handsome eyelids. He didn't have any expression. He just lifted his thin lips lightly, "who asked you to come to my house? Didn't I ask you to stop pestering me in the future?"

Fu Xiyao's small face turned white quickly, "Ling..."

"Do you like me?" Ling Limu suddenly asked.

Fu Xiyao Yujie trembled. She wanted to say, "I..."

Ling Limu interrupted her, "I don't like you. Go and leave my home now."

His words were indifferent and cold. Like a sharp arrow, Fu Xiyao's heart was pierced. With a "pop", the chopsticks fell to the ground. Fu Xiyao Hong looked at her eyes, took off her apron, turned and ran out.

She's gone.

Ling Limu didn't look back. His two big hands hanging on his side clenched into fists. The light pulled his handsome and cold figure for a long, long time.

"Ah mu, what are you doing and why are you driving away Xiyao? Xiyao is a good child." Grandma came over.

Ling Limu's handsome side face is hidden in the dim light, "don't start the impossible, let alone let yourself have extravagant hopes."

Grandma knows Ling Limu best. Her grandson is young and mature, cold, introverted, silent and restrained. She carries everything by herself.

Grandma sighed, "Xiyao is really a good child, but I think Xiyao's family is very rich. Her little hands are slippery... She should not touch the spring water of the sun..."

Ling Limu lowered down, picked up the chopsticks on the ground and wiped them clean. Then she sat down and ate a mouthful of Changsheng noodles under Fu Xiyao.

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

At this time, there was a "boom", the sound of thunder came from outside, and then it rained cats and dogs.

Grandma quickly worried, "ah mu, it's raining heavily outside and the alley here is dark. Will a girl Xiyao be in danger in this big night? Go and see if she's safe and come back."

Ling Limu looked up at the "crackling" heavy rain outside the window. He quickly got up, took an umbrella and went out.

……

Ling Limu runs into the rainy night with a black umbrella. He goes to find Fu Xiyao.

Soon he saw Fu Xiyao's beautiful figure in the street ahead. She was sitting on the bench, wet with rain. Now she was crying with her small head low and her nose red.

Ling Limu ran forward and put her umbrella on her head. "Get up and I'll take you home."

Fu Xiyao is really sad. She was hurt by Ling Limu. Ling Limu loved her all her life in the last life. In this life, her life path with Ling Limu has changed, and he doesn't like her anymore.

This cold rain is like her cooling heart. She trembles with her shining fragrant shoulders and can't cry. She is like an abandoned kitten. She is very poor.

Suddenly heard Ling Limu's voice, Fu Xiyao quickly raised her eyes, and her tearful Jian Tong bumped into his black pupil.

Ling Limu wears a black coat outside and holds a black umbrella in his hand. The 18-year-old is incomparably handsome and colder on a rainy night.

Fu Xiyao stood up. "I don't need you to take me home."

She turned and left.

But a big hand clasped her slender white wrist, accompanied by the boy's low and sullen voice, "Fu Xiyao!"

Hiss.

Fu Xiyao snorted in pain, quickly took back his little hand and hid behind him.

Ling Limu saw her little hand. Her little hand was as slender as scallion. Now her little hand is red.

"Lingmu, why are you hurt?"

He took her little hand.

Her little hand was scalded, obviously when it was under him.

For a daughter like Fu Xiyao, she has never cooked for so long. Today, she fried poached eggs for his birthday, so she was scalded.

Ling Limu's heart suddenly softened.

"Does it hurt?"

He asked in a low voice.

Fu Xiyao stretched out his hand and hugged him. "Ling Limu, why don't you like me and hate me? Where can I do well? I can change it. Please don't push me away. I want to stay with you all my life and never leave you!"

The girl sobbed softly, with endless grievances and attachment to him. She said she would be with him all her life.

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

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

Fu Xiyao gently closed her eyes, and the hot and glittering tears fell down. She thought of Ling Limu, a man from a previous life to middle age. He once said to her --- don't be afraid, you have me.

Fu Xiyao hugged him hard and hugged him tightly. She aroused a bright smile in her tears and told him, "linglimu, in my heart, no one will be better than you, you don't have nothing, you still have me!"

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

He knew that the unattainable girl didn't belong to him. He couldn't afford it, but he was moved.

Since that day, she transferred to nanzhong, and he gave her one more look in the crowd

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