Ling Li Mu said to her, "Yaoyao, you are my sweetheart."
Ling Li Mu loved Fu Xiyao all his life. He climbed up for her all his life and wasted all his life for her. But in the past 20 years, he never revealed any love to her.
That was the only word he whispered. She was his sweetheart.
Fu Xiyao's heart trembled, and her beautiful face blushed. She held his big hand and said, "Ling Li Mu …"
His big hand slipped away from her palm. Ling Li Mu's tall and handsome body collapsed on the lawn.
Fu Xiyao was confused. She quickly squatted down and reached out to push him, "Ling Li Mu … Ling Li Mu, what's wrong with you?"
She felt the heat and stickiness of her hand.
It was full of blood.
Fu Xiyao's soft white hand was full of blood. She saw the sharp arrow that had penetrated his abdomen. She saw the bloody lawn.
Every step he took toward her, he trod on blood.
Fu Xiyao trembled all over. Her face was as white as a piece of paper. There was heat in her beautiful eyes. She looked at him with tears in her eyes, "Ling Li Mu, what's wrong with you? Why are you hurt?"
She stretched out her little hand to touch his bleeding wound, but she stopped again. Her fingers curled up. She didn't dare to touch it.
She was afraid.
She was really afraid.
Big drops of tears fell down, like beads with broken strings. Fu Xiyao looked at him and choked with sobs, "Ling Li Mu, don't do this … Don't make this kind of joke. It's not funny at all …"
Ling Li Mu felt that there were tears falling on his handsome cheek. He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Fu Xiyao with tears all over her face.
Ling Li Mu smiled. He thought that even if he didn't get her love or even a kiss was an extravagant hope as Princess Luo Ling said, he had her tears …
She shed tears for him …
That was enough.
Ling Li Mu wanted to raise his hand and wipe her tears, but all his strength was taken away in an instant. He slowly closed his eyes.
Ling Li Mu left.
"President!"
The private secretary fell to his knees on the lawn.
It seemed that Fu Xiyao couldn't breathe. She looked at Ling Li Mu, and then put her trembling index finger under his nose. There was no temperature and breath.
He left.
He really left!
There was a voice in her ear that kept telling her that Ling Li Mu was gone. Then the whole world said that Ling Li Mu was gone. Fu Xiyao felt as if her heart was cut by a knife. She had never been so painful in her life.
She had lost him.
"Ah!"
Fu Xiyao screamed uncontrollably and fainted on the lawn.
…
The little prince rushed to the villa. It was all black and white in the villa. Ling Li Mu's body was put in the icehouse.
Knock knock. The little prince knocked on the door.
Soon, a melodious voice came from inside. "Come in."
The little prince pushed the door open and entered.
Fu Xiyao was in her room. She stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. She was wearing a black dress, and there was a small white flower in her hair.
Turning around, she looked at the little prince and smiled faintly. "Little prince, you're here? Come here. "
Fu Xiyao waved to the little prince.
The little prince had grown up by Fu Xiyao's side since he was a child. He regarded Fu Xiyao as his mother and respected and loved her. In the little prince's eyes, Fu Xiyao was no different from how she usually was. She was still elegant, gentle, and charming. Her every movement radiated light, as though the man's departure had not affected her at all.
But the little prince still found something different. There was no color in Fu Xiyao's beautiful eyes.
The little prince walked towards Fu Xiyao. He did not know that this was the last time he would see Fu Xiyao in his life. The eldest daughter of the Guding family, the famous Princess Xiyao, had experienced the vicissitudes of power and the vicissitudes of time. Her long dress reached the clouds, untainted by a speck of dust.
"Mommy."
The little prince called.
Fu Xiyao squatted down and looked at the little prince. She raised her hand and touched the little prince's head. "Little prince, now that Earl Roy has fallen and Madam Yun has withdrawn from the political stage, all the power is in your hands. Do you have confidence in the future?"
"Mommy, I still have you."
Fu Xiyao shook her head gently. "Mommy can't be with you forever. Everyone has their own path to walk. Little prince, you were born in a family of emperors, generals, and ministers. You have great power, but you can't live freely all your life. You are the same, and so am I.
"The change of power is the result of generations of painstaking efforts. You have to stabilize your position in the future and keep the prosperity at hand.
"Do you understand?"
The little prince nodded, not fully understanding. "Yes."
Fu Xiyao hugged the little prince. "Goodbye, little prince."
"Goodbye, Mommy."
The little prince went out.
…
After the little prince left, Fu Xiyao walked out of the room and went to the study.
There was a famous Greek book on the desk in the study.
Fu Xiyao took the famous book in her hand and opened it …
— - Ling Li Mu, you're a top student, and so am I. It's a pity that I didn't meet you at that time, otherwise I would definitely compete with you.
— - Although you definitely can't beat me, I will stop and wait for you …
The picture of that night seemed to be clearly in front of her. Fu Xiyao looked at the sofa. She seemed to see Ling Li Mu sitting beside her in a simple black shirt, looking at her tenderly and lovingly, telling her the famous book.
Fu Xiyao's red lips curled into a smile, and soon, large teardrops fell from her eyes.
She held the famous book tightly in her arms, curled up in the corner, and burst into tears.
In a twinkling of an eye, he disappeared.
It was like a dream.
On her 18th birthday, Ling Li Mu, who could only stand outside and look at her from afar, and secretly sent her Yuan Yuan, disappeared.
The handsome young man, Ling Li Mu, who wanted to touch her little face and said he would take her away, disappeared.
The Ling Li Mu, who came back fifteen years later, had become a financial tycoon. On his wedding night, he wore a dragon and phoenix wedding robe, looking at her with a doting smile, and his eyes were full of stars. He disappeared.
He disappeared just like that, leaving her defenseless.
Sometimes Fu Xiyao didn't know whether she should hate him or not. He came when he wanted to come, and he left when he wanted to go.
If he didn't come, it would be great.
If he didn't come, she would still be the noble lady, Princess Xiyao, and she would live a good life.
Why did he come?
Did he know that the 24-year-old handsome young man had also stunned her eyes?
Did he know that on the night he left 15 years ago, she stood outside the airport all night?
Her calm heart was stirred up by him again and again. He became the most beautiful accident in her life when she was young. She never thought that she would fall in love with someone. It turned out that love made her so painful in her life.
He said that she was his darling. Then, Ling Li Mu, do you know that I love you?
There was one more.
No darling guessed what Nichang was going to write.
。 Shenhuang of the Ninth Heaven
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