Chapter 2183

Ling Limu said to her, Yaoyao, you are my sweetheart.

Ling Limu loved Fu Xiyao all her life. She climbed up for her all her life and wasted all her life for her. However, in the past 20 years, he never confided any love to her.

This was the only whisper of love he said. She was his sweetheart.

Fu Xiyao trembled at the tip of her heart, and two blushes evaporated on jueli's small face. She went to hold his big hand, "Ling Limu..."

His big hand slipped away from her palm, and Ling Limu's tall body collapsed and fell on the lawn.

Fu Xiyao was stunned. She quickly squatted down and reached out to push him, "Ling Limu... Ling Limu, what's the matter with you?"

She felt the burning and sticky of her hand.

It's all blood.

Fu Xiyao's soft white hands were full of blood. She saw the sharp arrow that had penetrated his body in his abdomen, and she saw the bloody lawn.

Every step he took towards her was covered with blood.

Fu Xiyao trembled all over, and her small face was white like a piece of paper. There was hot air in the beautiful Jian pupil, steaming out constantly. Her tears blurred and looked at him, "Ling Limu, what's the matter with you, how are you hurt?"

She reached out her little hand to touch his bleeding wound, but stopped again, her fingers curled up, and she dared not touch it.

She is afraid.

I'm really afraid of her.

The big teardrops fell down, like beads with broken lines. Fu Xiyao looked at him sobbing, "linglimu, don't do this... Don't joke like this, it's not funny..."

Ling Limu felt that tears fell on his handsome cheek. He opened his eyes hard and saw Fu Xiyao in tears.

Ling Limu hooked his thin lips. He thought that in his life, even though he had never received her love, her people and even a kiss, as Princess Lorraine said, he had her tears

She shed tears for him

Enough.

Ling Limu wanted to raise his hand and wipe away her tears, but all his strength was taken away in a moment, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Ling Limu left.

"President!"

The private secretary fell to his knees on the lawn.

Fu Xiyao seemed unable to breathe. She looked at Ling Limu, then trembled and put her index finger under his nose, where there was no temperature and breathing.

He's gone.

He's really gone!

A voice in her ear kept telling her that Ling Limu had gone, and then the whole world was saying that Ling Limu had gone. Fu Xiyao felt heartbroken. In her life, she had never felt so painful and painful as now.

She lost him.

"Ah!"

Fu Xiyao screamed out of control and fainted on the lawn.

……

The little prince came to the villa. The villa was black and white, and Ling Limu's body was placed in the ice cellar.

"Knock", the little prince knocked on the door of the room.

Soon a pleasant voice came from inside, "enter."

The little prince pushed the door in.

Fu Xiyao was in the room. She stood still in front of the French window, wearing a black dress and a small white flower inserted in her curled hair.

She turned and looked at the little prince with a faint smile, "little prince, are you coming? Come here."

Fu Xiyao waved to the little prince.

The little prince has grown up around Fu Xiyao since he was a child. He regards Fu Xiyao as his mother and respects and loves her. In the little prince's view, Fu Xiyao is no different from ordinary days. She is still so elegant, gentle and charming, and her gestures are radiant. It seems that the man's departure has no impact.

But the little prince still found a difference. There was no color in Fu Xiyao's beautiful Jian pupils.

The little prince went to Fu Xiyao. He didn't know that this was the last time he saw Fu Xiyao in his life. The eldest daughter of the high gate of Edinburgh and the world-famous Princess Xiyao. After the change of power and times, she wore a long dress and went up into the clouds, spotless.

"Mommy."

Cried the little prince.

Fu Xiyao squatted down and looked down at the little prince. She raised her hand and touched the little prince's head. "Little prince, now count Roy has fallen and Mrs. Yun has withdrawn from the political stage, so now all rights are in your hands. Do you have confidence in the future?"

"Mommy, I still have you."

Fu Xiyao gently shook her head. "Mommy can't accompany you forever. Everyone has their own way to go. Little prince, you were born in the family of emperors and generals and hold great power, but you can't live wantonly all your life. You are and I am."

"The replacement of rights is the painstaking efforts of several generations. In the future, you should stay in a stable position, keep the current prosperity and make the years stable."

"Do you understand?"

The little prince nodded vaguely, "yes."

Fu Xiyao reached out and hugged the little prince. "Goodbye, little prince."

"Bye, Mommy."

The little prince is out.

……

The little prince left. Fu Xiyao went out of the room. She came to the study.

There is still a famous Greek book on the desk in the study.

Fu Xiyao took the famous book in her hand and opened it

---Ling Limu, you are Xueba, and I am also Xueba. It's a pity that I didn't meet you at that time, otherwise I must compete with you.

---Although you can't beat me, I'll stop and wait for you

The picture of that night seemed to still clearly emerge in front of her. Fu Xiyao looked at the sofa. She seemed to see Ling Limu sitting next to her in a simple black shirt. The corners of her mouth looked at her tenderly and spoiled and told her famous works.

Fu Xiyao lifted up her red lips and soon a big tear fell down.

She held the famous works in her arms tightly, curled up in the corner and cried bitterly.

In a flash, he disappeared.

Like a dream.

On her 18th birthday, he could only stand outside and secretly send her round Ling lidusk. He disappeared.

The handsome and matchless young man reached out to touch her little face and said that Ling Limu, who wanted to take her away, disappeared.

After returning to China 15 years later, nangu Beiling has become a generation of financial tycoon. On his wedding night, he wore a dragon and Phoenix robe and looked at her with a smile. With broken and bright stars in his eyes, he disappeared.

He just disappeared, leaving her unprepared.

Sometimes Fu Xiyao doesn't know whether to hate him or not. He comes when he wants to come and leaves when he wants to leave.

If only he hadn't come.

If he didn't come, she would still be the noble girl, Princess Xiyao. She would live well.

Why did he come?

Did he know that the handsome 24-year-old had surprised her eyes?

Did he know that the night he left 15 years ago, she stood outside the airport all night?

Her calm heart lake was repeatedly stirred by him. When she was young, he became the most beautiful accident in her life. She never thought she would fall in love with someone. It turned out that love made her so painful in her life.

He said she was his sweetheart. So, linglimu, I love you. Do you know?

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There's another one.

No baby, guess what to write behind the neon dress.