Shi 'shi, you've always loved us for so many years. You've risked your life to give birth to Little Lemon.
You've risked your life to give birth to Little Lemon. You've told me that you'd rather die than let me have a child with another woman. This is the best love you've given us.
Little Lemon's critical illness has made every day extremely difficult. But the most difficult thing is that Little Lemon and I don't know what to do with you.
We don't want you to cry in secret. We don't want you to be burdened with burdens. We want to protect you.
So I'm sorry, I'm going to take away your memory.
This exclusive memory is the best love Little Lemon and I have for you.
The man's low and gentle voice entered her ears. Lin Shiyu's lashes fluttered and she picked up the crystal necklace.
There was a red apple on the crystal necklace. She gently flicked the red apple open.
There were two exquisite porcelain figurines inside. They were her and Fu Qinglun.
Shi 'shi, I love you.
Shi 'shi.
He used so many languages to confess to her, expressing his most passionate and sincere love for her.
"Plop!" A drop of sparkling and translucent teardrop fell to the ground.
Then two, three, four teardrops. She stretched out her fair hand to touch her face. Her face was already covered in tears.
At this moment, she couldn't stop crying.
The image on the computer screen was still playing. She looked up with her teary eyes.
At daybreak, Little Shushu was born. She was sweating profusely and fell asleep on the delivery bed.
"Creak!" The father and daughter, one big and one small, walked in.
"Mommy …" Little Lemon called out.
"Shh." The man quickly made a shushing gesture. "Little Lemon, Mommy is too tired. Let Mommy sleep for a while. Don't wake Mommy up."
"Okay."
Little Lemon smiled sweetly. She looked at Little Shushu curiously and kissed him on the cheek.
After kissing him, Little Lemon got up and kissed him on the cheek.
Fu Qinglun walked over, his long fingers gently brushing away the strands of hair that were stuck to her face. He bent over, kissed her forehead and murmured softly, "My wife, it's been hard on you. We have a son now."
Seeing this scene, Lin Shiyu gradually curved her red lips. She laughed out loud.
She tried to wipe away the tears on her face, but the more she wiped, the more tears there were.
She cried and laughed like a little fool.
It turned out that he had never left.
He was still the same Fu Qinglun, the Fu Qinglun who had loved her for many years.
Fu Qinglun
She whispered this name in her heart. She remembered it all.
Memories came flooding back like a tide. She could no longer remember how many years they had known each other. No matter how much time passed, the windmill of their love kept spinning.
Facing the wind, blowing into the distance.
Ding dong! The doorbell of the apartment rang.
Auntie Su quickly walked over to open the door. There was a tall figure standing outside the door. Fu Qinglun had arrived.
"Mr. Smithson, you're here!"
"Yes."
Fu Qinglun replied calmly and walked into the living room. His dark eyes scanned the living room, but he didn't see anyone.
Auntie Su said softly, "Mr Smithson, you're late today. Little Lemon has already eaten dinner and is asleep. She's in her room."
Fu Qinglun lowered his handsome face and looked at the expensive watch on his wrist. It was already 8pm.
He had a meeting today, so he was late.
"Got it."
"Mr Smithson, do you want me to heat up the dishes for you?" Auntie Su asked.
"No need." Fu Qinglun walked into the master bedroom.
In the bedroom, Little Lemon and Little Shushu were sleeping on the soft bed, facing each other. Both of them were covered with a light yellow blanket, which made them look very soft.
Fu Qinglun stood by the bed, bent his tall body and kissed his children's cheeks.
The dim yellow light shone down, softening his handsome features, making him look like a sand painting.
After kissing them, he looked around the room. He didn't see the beautiful figure that he had been missing so much.
He walked out and asked Auntie Su, "Where's Miss Lin?"
"Miss Lin seems to be in the karaoke room."
Fu Qinglun turned around and entered the karaoke room.
When he opened the door, he saw a beautiful figure sitting beside a black sandalwood piano. Lin Shiyu was playing the piano.
Her slender fingers danced across the piano keys, and the sound of the piano was extremely pleasant, lingering in the air.
Fu Qinglun walked in and stood behind her. He stuck one hand into his trouser pocket and the other in front of him. His wrist, which was wrapped in a white shirt, was clean and mesmerizing. He placed his slender fingers on the piano keys and played a string of notes.
Lin Shiyu's luscious lashes quivered, and she retracted her hand.
She got up and wanted to leave.
But a few slender and strong fingers grabbed her wrist and pulled her back against the piano. Her back was pressed against the piano.
Fu Qinglun's two large palms were on the piano beside her, trapping her firmly in his muscular chest.
Lowering his handsome face, he looked at her small face and slowly curved his lips. "Did you miss me?"
Lin Shiyu could smell his clean, masculine scent. She shook her head. "No."
"Your little mouth is not honest again …"
He kissed her red lips.
Lin Shiyu didn't close her eyes. She could clearly feel her red lips being pried open, and his long tongue entering her mouth, stirring her sweet juice wantonly.
"Did you drink?"
Fu Qinglun asked in a low voice. He could taste the faint fragrance of alcohol in her mouth.
Lin Shiyu's pretty almond-shaped eyes were a little misty, and even her beautiful face was blushing. She was especially charming in her tipsy state.
"Mm." She nodded, and raised her hands to hug his neck.
Fu Qinglun froze. She was actually taking the initiative tonight.
Lin Shiyu hugged him, and the tip of her tongue traced the sexy lines of his lips.
Fu Qinglun promptly stretched out his strong arm to hug her body, and their tongues intertwined and they kissed passionately.
The two of them kissed from the piano all the way to the floor-to-ceiling window. Lin Shiyu suddenly pushed his muscular chest forcefully with her tiny hands.
Fu Qinglun's tall body leaned against the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Lin Shiyu looked at him. The fringe on his forehead drooped down, covering his dark eyes. The man was incomparably handsome in a white shirt and black trousers, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. The man who was full of aristocratic blood added to his charm.
Lin Shiyu reached out to tug on the tie around his neck.
Fu Qinglun's dark eyes were bloodshot, and he held her svelte waist with his large hands. "Playing with fire, mm …"
Lin Shiyu raised her willowy brows, and her drunken eyes were plated with a seductive shade of pink. "Are you dying?"
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Fu Qinglun's gaze was like fire. Sikong You had instructed him not to have intercourse for two weeks, and he had already forgotten what day it was.
Shi 'shi, you have always loved us for so many years.
You risked your life to give birth to Little Lemon, and you told me that you would rather die than let me have a child with another woman. This is the best love you have given us.
Little Lemon's critical illness has made every day extremely difficult to endure. But the most difficult thing is that Little Lemon and I don't know what to do with you …
We don't want you to cry in secret, and we don't want you to be burdened with such heavy shackles. We want to protect you.
So I'm sorry, but I have to take away your memories.
This exclusive memory is the best love Little Lemon and I have for you.
The man's low and gentle voice entered her ears. Lin Shiyu's luscious lashes quivered, and she picked up the crystal necklace.
There was a red apple on the crystal necklace, and she gently flicked it open.
There were two small and exquisite porcelain figurines inside. They were her and Fu Qinglun.
Shi 'shi, I love you.
Shi 'shi.
He used many different languages to confess to her, expressing his most passionate and sincere love for her.
"Plop!" A drop of sparkling and translucent teardrop fell to the ground.
Then two, three, four teardrops. She stretched out her fair hand to touch her face. Her face was already covered in tears.
At this moment, she couldn't stop crying.
The image on the computer screen was still playing, and she looked up with teary eyes.
At daybreak, Little Shushu was born. Her forehead was covered in sweat, and she fell asleep on the delivery bed.
"Creak!" The father and daughter, one big and one small, walked in.
"Mommy …" Little Lemon called out.
"Shh." The man quickly made a shushing gesture. "Little Lemon, Mommy is too tired. Let Mommy sleep for a while, don't wake Mommy up."
"Okay."
Little Lemon smiled sweetly. She looked at Little Shushu curiously, and kissed Little Shushu's little face.
After kissing her, Little Lemon got up and kissed her face again.
Fu Qinglun walked over, and his long fingers gently brushed away the silky hair on her face. He bent over, kissed her forehead, and murmured softly, "Dear, it's been hard on you. We have a son now."
Seeing this scene, the corners of Lin Shiyu's red lips gradually curved upwards. She laughed out loud.
She wiped away the tears on her face, but the more she wiped, the more tears there were.
She cried and laughed at the same time, just like a little fool.
So it turned out that he had never left.
He was still him. He was still that Fu Qinglun. The Fu Qinglun who had loved her for so many years.
Fu Qinglun?
She murmured this name in her heart. She remembered everything.
The memories came flooding back like a tidal wave. She could no longer remember how many years they had known each other. No matter how much time passed, the windmill of their love had always been spinning.
Against the wind, blowing into the distance.
Ding dong. The doorbell of the apartment rang.
Auntie Su quickly walked over to open the door. There was a tall figure standing outside the door. Fu Qinglun had arrived.
"Mr Smithson, you're here?"
"Mm."
Fu Qinglun responded lightly, and then walked into the living room. His dark eyes scanned the living room, but he didn't see anyone.
Auntie Su said softly, "Mr Smithson, you're late today. Little Lemon has already eaten dinner and is asleep. She's in her room."
Fu Qinglun lowered his handsome face and looked at the expensive watch on his muscular wrist. It was already eight o 'clock at night.
He had a meeting today, so he was late.
"Got it."
"Mr Smithson, do you want me to heat up the dishes for you?" Auntie Su asked.
"No need." Fu Qinglun walked into the master bedroom.
In the bedroom, Little Lemon and Little Shushu were sleeping on the soft bed, facing each other. Both of them were covered with a light yellow blanket, which made them look very soft.
Fu Qinglun stood by the bed, bent his tall body, and kissed his children's cheeks.
The dim yellow light shone down, making his handsome features look extremely gentle, like a sand painting.
After kissing them, he looked around the room, but didn't see the beautiful figure that he had been missing so much.
He walked out and asked Auntie Su, "Where's Miss Lin?"
"Miss Lin seems to be in the karaoke room."
Fu Qinglun turned around and entered the karaoke room.
Opening the door, he saw a beautiful figure sitting beside a black sandalwood piano. Lin Shiyu was playing the piano.
Her fair fingers danced on the piano keys, and the sound of the piano was extremely pleasing to the ears.
Fu Qinglun walked in and stood behind her. He stuck one hand into his trouser pocket and the other in front of him. His wrist, which was wrapped in a white shirt, was clean and attractive. His long fingers were on the piano keys, and he played a string of notes.
Lin Shiyu's luscious lashes quivered, and she retracted her hand.
She got up, wanting to leave.
But a few slender and strong fingers grabbed her wrist and pulled her back against the piano. Her back was pressed against the piano.
Fu Qinglun's two large palms were placed on the piano beside her, and she was firmly trapped in his muscular chest.
Lowering his handsome face, he looked at her small face and slowly curved his lips. "Did you miss me?"
Lin Shiyu could smell his clean, masculine scent. She shook her head. "No."
"Your mouth is not being honest again …"
He kissed her red lips.
Lin Shiyu didn't close her eyes. She could clearly feel her red lips being pried open, and his long tongue entering, stirring her sweet juice wantonly.
"Did you drink?"
Fu Qinglun asked in a low voice, because he could taste the faint fragrance of alcohol in her mouth.
Lin Shiyu's pretty almond-shaped eyes were a little misty, and even her beautiful face was blushing. She was especially alluring in her tipsy state.
"Mm." She nodded, and then raised her small hands, hugging his neck.
Fu Qinglun froze. She was actually so proactive tonight.
Lin Shiyu hugged him, and the tip of her tongue traced the sexy lines of his lips.
Fu Qinglun promptly stretched out his strong arms, and their tongues intertwined, and they kissed passionately.
The two of them kissed from the piano all the way to the floor-to-ceiling windows. Lin Shiyu's small hands suddenly pushed his muscular chest, and she forcefully pushed him away.
Fu Qinglun's handsome body was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Lin Shiyu looked at him, and the fine fringe in front of his forehead drooped down, covering his dark eyes. The man was incomparably handsome in a white shirt and black trousers, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. The man who was full of aristocratic blood added to his charm.
Lin Shiyu stretched out her hand, and tugged on the tie around his neck.
Fu Qinglun's dark eyes were bloodshot, and his large hands grasped her svelte waist. "Playing with fire, mm …"
Lin Shiyu raised her willowy eyebrows, and her drunken eyes were plated with a seductive pink. "Are you impotent?"
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