Chapter 267

"Don't connect them with me anymore. I'm just me, okay?"

Dongling Beichen hugged Tang Lingxi with both hands harder, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly. Xu was Dongling Beichen's careful prayer, which stirred Tang Lingxi's already stiff heart, but she didn't break away from Dongling Beichen's embrace after all, but buried in his chest and cried.

"Good, let's go home."

Dongling Beichen rubbed Tang Lingxi's hair and walked back slowly along the road with Tang Lingxi in his arms. Not to mention that Tang Lingxi was already recognized as the successor of Dongling, but that Tang Lingxi was liked by the old man. Beichen of Dongling also had the right to call a driver to take him back.

But Dongling Beichen didn't. He looked down at Tang Lingxi, who was tired of crying and sleeping. Tears occasionally flowed from the corners of his eyes under his wet eyelashes. Dongling Beichen was a little distressed.

Back at Dongling's house, the room was empty.

Tang Lingxi is a little strange. It is reasonable to say that he lost his bet. The old man will come to congratulate himself soon!

"Miss Meng has left."

Dongling Beichen said softly.

what?

Tang Lingxi was puzzled.

"I don't know what bet you made with the old man, but the old man seemed unhappy, but he told me that he recognized the bet, so Miss Meng went back later."

Tang Lingxi covers his chest. Is it

Dongling Beichen really made an engagement?

So he didn't blame himself!

"The old man picked it up himself because his wife was coming back."

Tang Lingxi still had tears on his face, and then smiled at Dongling Beichen. Dongling Beichen gave her an unexpected and gentle look.

"Go and rest first."

"OK."

Dongling Beichen carefully put Tang Lingxi on the bed and looked at the residual tears on her face. Dongling Beichen sighed.

He was careless before. Obviously, Tang Lingxi has been repressing. Fortunately, it broke out in front of him this time.

He always felt that the obedient woman was not the real Tang Lingxi. Now it seems that Tang Lingxi is a little tiger hiding his claws. Although he looks soft, he is stubborn in the end.

Dongling Beichen gently pinched Tang Lingxi's nose, and the little tiger was really much more lovable.

Maybe it was crying too sad, or the embrace of Beichen in Dongling was too warm, and Tang Lingxi slept very heavily.

In the dream, Tang Lingxi returned to her childhood. It was an endless road. Little Tang Lingxi ran forward with a cloth doll. She didn't know what she was going to chase, but there seemed to be something very important on her chest that was about to be lost. Xiao Lingxi wiped a handful of tears and stubbornly ran with her legs towards the distant and endless front.

Suddenly, Xiao Lingxi tripped at her feet and fell heavily to the ground. The doll slipped out of her hand and lay quietly on the roadside with her big eyes open. Her heart was suddenly empty.

"Mom." she let out a helpless cry. She finally knew that what she would lose was her only relative in the world, and her mother would never come back.

Little Tang Lingxi lay on the ground and cried. Suddenly a shadow appeared in front of me. Xiao Lingxi raised his head with tears and saw the warm eyes of Dongling Beichen. "Beichen." Xiao Lingxi opened his hands and tears fell drop by drop.

With a smile in his eyes, Dongling Beichen picked her up from the ground and patted her back gently. A warm feeling poured into the small, sunny and cold heart.

A lullaby sounded in my ears, and the man's unique voice contained a strong sense of love. Xiao Youqing is sleeping soundly in this lullaby. She rubbed her arms and felt at home.

Dongling Beichen doted on Tang Lingxi, who rubbed her arm like a kitten, gently smoothed her hair and continued to hum a lullaby.

Dongling Beichen frowned, carefully broke Tang Lingxi's hand, and walked out of the room with light hands and feet.

Today's sleep was particularly sweet. Tang Lingxi stretched and got up from bed.

With a stab, Tang Lingxi opened the curtain. It was in the afternoon that the sun was dazzling, but Tang Lingxi was in a good mood. The dazzling sun was much softer in her eyes.

Tang Lingxi touched his heart and smiled at the sun.

Dongling Beichen pushed open the door and saw Tang Lingxi's satisfied look with his eyes narrowed. The little tiger is really like a lazy cat at this time.

Dongling Beichen knocked on the door.

Tang Lingxi looked back at the sound and saw Dongling Beichen standing at the door with a smile on his face. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth rose, ran over with his arms open, hugged Dongling Beichen, rubbed his face against Dongling Beichen's chest, and secretly smelled it. Well, it's good, very fragrant.

He was used to being treated coldly. Beichen of Dongling was stunned by Tang Lingxi's sudden enthusiasm. When he responded, he looked down and saw Tang Lingxi sniffing on him like a cat.

Dongling Beichen smiled helplessly, stretched out two fingers to hold Tang Lingxi's nose, ignored her painful voice, and clapped her hands until she was lifted away from her body.

Tang Lingxi covered his nose with his hand and stared at Dongling Beichen angrily: "you've never been like me before."

Dongling Beichen lifted her bangs, smiled brightly at her and said in a gentle drowning voice, "well, you've never been like me before."

Tang Lingxi ate shriveled, turned his head with a hum, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help rising.

It feels good.

Different from the warmth of Dongling family, Nangong family is very lively at this time, but Nangong Jiu has always been straight faced.

The ball held by the old man tonight is to reveal the news that Nangong and Yan are about to marry. The object of this marriage, of course, is his Nangong Jiu and Yan's only daughter, Yan Jiaojiao.

This Yan Jiaojiao grew up in a foreign country. Before that, the old man didn't even show him the photos of each other. He just left the sentence "I'm sure he's satisfied".

Are you satisfied with the bag?

Nangong Jiu smiled. It was originally an economic marriage. Two years ago, he wanted to struggle for love. Unfortunately, he saw the wrong person. Now, all women are not the same.

After noon, Nangong's family began to get busy.

Nangong Jiu leaned lazily on the couch and looked at the servants busy downstairs from the balcony, as well as Miss Yu Meijia, who was standing by with big red heels and huge pearl chains.

Nangong Jiu was dismissive.

This woman, at best, is the daughter of his father's girlfriend. At worst, she is a mop.

"Young master, your dress has been changed. Mrs. Yu, please try it on." then the servant respectfully put the box containing the dress on the table.

"I see. Go and be busy." Nangong Jiu closed his eyes and replied lazily. With a sarcastic smile, Mrs. Yu, if she didn't have a daughter to call her Miss Yu, people would call her Miss Yu directly.