Chapter 2172

Fu Xiyao wanted to argue with him, but now he said directly - I don't have a beautiful wife like you.

Fu Xiyao's slender feather fluttered like a frightened butterfly's wings.

What is he... Talking about?

Ling Limu looked at her beautiful little face with a big slap. A touch of warm favor overflowed on her handsome and exquisite facial features. "If I had a beautiful wife like you, you wouldn't have a chance to be in another man's room."

His low magnetic voice resounded through Fu Xiyao's ears. It was confusing for minutes, as if it had a magic power.

Fu Xiyao's heart rippled in circles, "don't do this..."

"How am I?"

He asked.

Fu Xiyao raised a pair of Jian Shuimei eyes and looked at him. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

Ling Li hooked her lips at dusk and said slowly, "my fair lady, a gentleman likes to eat, beg but not, and can't sleep at night."

Fu Xiyao's beautiful eyes instantly overflowed with wet water light. She looked at him and looked around.

His mind, his mind for 15 years or more, is in these words.

Fu Xiyao was confused.

"Did Prince Rosen really die fifteen years ago?" Ling Limu suddenly asked.

Fu Xiyao woke up instantly. She admitted that she had been confused and infatuated just now. Now it seems that a basin of cold water rushed down and pulled her back to reality.

She is now Princess Xiyao. She has an inescapable fate.

Her ancestral blood is in the hands of her ancestors.

"Ling Zong, who did you listen to?"

"Count Roy told me."

Fu Xiyao's eyes flashed cold. She knew that the paper could not stop the fire. Count Roy had guessed that there might be some conclusive evidence.

Now the royal family is in danger.

The little prince is not yet an adult. Once the news of Rosen's death comes out, coupled with the forced palace of count Roy, a bloody storm will come.

Fu Xiyao thought about it in her heart, and then looked at Ling Limu. "President Ling, count Roy is right. Rosen died fifteen years ago."

"Now the war of seizing power of the royal family has entered a white hot stage. Count Roy told you such a secret. He must want to alliance with you. I advise president Ling not to get involved in this vortex."

"And..."

Fu Xiyao has a lot to say to him. In addition to Luo Li's great affection for him, Princess Luo Ling has never forgotten him these years.

As the eldest daughter of Edinburgh, she can't live wantonly. In fact, Princess Lorraine is.

When Ling Limu left 15 years ago, Mrs. Yun selected a young talent from the prominent clans who supported the royal family and asked Princess Luoling to marry. Princess Luoling didn't want to marry and was slapped by Mrs. Yun.

Later, Princess Luoling married in tears and lived a very depressed life after marriage. The son-in-law died five years later. Princess Luoling has been widowed until now.

So Princess Lorraine really hates her.

Luo Li and Princess Luo Ling, no matter which one, he can't touch.

But Ling Limu suddenly interrupted her, "Prince Rosen died on your wedding night?"

Fu Xiyao's words suddenly stopped, and his head suddenly became confused.

He asked... What?

Ling Limu's deep black eyes pouted her beautiful little face tightly. She had never had a man's Fu Xiyao or had a child. Her beautiful sense of a girl was full of the charm of a little woman given by time, elegant and quiet.

"Don't understand, or don't you want to answer?"

“…”

Fu Xiyao's small face "Teng" burst into flames. She knew later what he wanted to ask.

She raised her little white hand and tucked a strand of hair on her cheek behind her snow-white ears. She looked at him, "Mr. Ling, I've done what I said. Take care of yourself."

Fu Xiyao put two small hands on his strong chest and wanted to push him away.

But Ling Limu's tall body is like a wall, motionless.

In this presidential suite, with dim yellow lights, he stood against the light at dusk. His handsome and profound face was plated bright and dark, and his calm posture showed the aura of the superior.

Unable to push it away, Fu Xiyao bit her red lip with her teeth, "President Ling, can you let me go?"

Ling Li's Dusk eyes are dark and deep, with a smile, "you don't understand what I just meant. I said, your husband can take you away. If... You don't have a husband, I won't let you go."

Fu Xiyao immediately squeezed his fist and hit him hard, "linglimu, you dare!"

Ling Limu stretched out her big hand and wrapped her small fist in her palm. "I didn't dare before, I can only think, now I dare."

Suddenly he held his little hand. Fu Xiyao breathed tightly, and the hand he held seemed to burn. She tried to take back her little hand, "Ling Limu, don't rely on your money, power, status and... Yan, come and belittle me!"

Ling Limu didn't let go. His tall and straight waist lowered a little, put his handsome facial features close to her, and then whispered, "if I get you by means and let you marry me, will you be angry with me and ignore me?"

what?

Fu Xiyao was shocked and her head exploded. She almost suspected that she had auditory hallucinations.

She doesn't know what Ling Limu is talking about.

At this time, there was a hurried footsteps outside the door and the voice of count Roy, "are you sure you saw Princess Xiyao being carried into this room by a man just now?"

"Back to count Roy, I'm sure."

Luo Jin, the son of count Roy, quickly said excitedly, "my God, daddy, this is a heaven given opportunity. Princess Xiyao, who has always been elegant and charming, met other men in the hotel and wore a green hat for the royal family. Once the heavy news comes out, we will be very sure!"

Count Roy outside "ha ha" laughed, "open the door of this room quickly. I want to see the man at the night meeting of Princess Xiyao now."

"Yes."

People outside are already opening the door.

Fu Xiyao took a breath of air-conditioning in the room. She didn't expect count Roy to bring someone.

If count Roy sees her with Ling Limu, it's over!

Fu Xiyao quickly grabbed Ling Limu's sleeve and pushed him forward. "Hurry up and leave from the window. Once we are found, we will be pushed to the top of the storm."

Ling Limu's tall and strong body did not move. He looked at Fu Xiyao with handsome eyelids and a calm and soft arc on his lips. "Are you afraid to stand on the cusp of the wind and waves?"

Fu Xiyao's action stagnated.

Ling Limu looked at her with a pair of black eyes broken and bright. He slowly smiled word by word, "don't be afraid, you have me."

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It's more finished today.