Chapter 385 Mrs. Fu, I like you very much

Author: Yirenweihua

Chapter 385 Mrs. Fu, I like you very much

Qiao Luoyan looked upstairs and found that the wheelchair exposed at the corner had disappeared.

She took back the true energy that penetrated Pei Yinan's body, narrowed her eyes and smiled, "It seems that it's okay, go upstairs to pack up your things."

When they went upstairs, they didn't see Fu Mingcheng.

Half an hour later.

The Yan family and Pei family's convoy parked outside the villa door.

Qiao Luoyan leaned on Pei Jiuye’s exclusive car, holding a lollipop belonging to Ling'er in his mouth, and ate with relish.

She looked up at the old and quaint villa in front of her, with a smile in her cold eyes.

She will come back to this place.

Sitting in front of the vehicle Yan Zi'ang leaned out of the window.

"Lolo, when will Yinan get down?"

Qiao Luoyan looked down at the time and said lazily: "It should be soon."

Before leaving, Pei Yinan said to go up and see Fu Mingcheng.

Almost half an hour has passed and it is completely dark.

They have to travel overnight tonight, and they don’t care about this half hour, so they can reach Haicheng before dawn.

upstairs.

Pei Yinan brought Fu Mingcheng a bottle of Qi-raising pill.

Over the past six years, Fu Mingcheng can be said to have completely given up on himself and never practiced again.

His body's true yang is not solid, weak and secretly injured.

Even if you want to recover your legs in the future, you must first adjust your body, otherwise you will not be able to withstand the domineering medicinal properties of the Bone Restoration Pill.

Qi-Braising Pill can cure internal and external trauma, and can also repair Fu Mingcheng's ancient martial arts foundation, and have the effect of stabilizing cultivation.

Pei Yinan put the medicine bottle on the table and looked at Fu Mingcheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair with his back facing him.

He advised in a gentle voice: "Brother Mingcheng, go back to the capital."

Fu Mingcheng looked into the woods in the distance through the floor-to-ceiling window glass and replied softly: "No, Ling'er and I are pretty good here."

The heavy snow melts rapidly in a short period of time, and the woods become full of vitality.

Such a strange phenomenon did not cause any turmoil in Fu Mingcheng's heart.

Even if he learned that his legs had a chance to stand up, he remained indifferent.

The direction where Fu Mingcheng was staring was exactly where Du Lingtong was buried by Fu Jun.

The initial frigidity was a physiological instinct. He could not tolerate Du Lingtong treating him as another person, and he was also a ancestor of the Fu family's ancestors.

The memories now are regrets that they have not been the past, and it is also his yearning for them.

Pei Yinan looked at Ling'er who was sleeping on the bed and continued to persuade: "Even for Ling'er, you should go back to the capital. This child is not suitable for growing up in such a remote place."

The evil spirit on Ling'er is still there, and she needs more popularity to quickly integrate into the real crowd.

Hearing Ling'er, Fu Mingcheng's silent eyes moved slightly, and his slightly raised eyelashes blinked gently.

After a long time, he shook his head and refused: "Forget it, we father and daughter have lived here for six years and are used to it, and the child's mother is here too."

The mother of the child?

Pei Yinan didn't know whether he was talking about Du Lingtong or Liang Lanhuan.

Fu Mingcheng controlled the direction of the wheelchair and curled his lips to Pei Yinan who was standing in the house and said with a smile: "Xiaojiu, go, don't worry about me."

His gentle face was shrouded in the dim lights in the room, making his fair face look very cold.

Pei Yinan suddenly discovered that Fu Mingcheng's vitality had been taken away.

He was like an invisible big hand, like a dying fish, stranded on the beach, waiting for the final death to come.

Pei Yinan was shocked and his breathing was slower.

He did not speak out to persuade the other party, but instead reminded him: "Don't forget to eat Qi-raising pill. When I come back from Haicheng, I will come to see you."

Fu Mingcheng said calmly: "It is not easy to get back to Beijing from Haicheng, so I don't need it anymore. I like quietness."

The meaning of rejection is obvious.

Pei Yinan did not respond, and the worries in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

He glanced at Fu Mingcheng deeply: "I'm leaving, Brother Mingcheng, take care of yourself."

Before leaving, Pei Yinan's eyes swept to Ling'er lying on the bed.

With this child here, Fu Mingcheng will not easily do irreversible things.

After Pei Yinan left the room, Fu Mingcheng sat in a wheelchair and remained motionless, like a sculpture.

Liang Lanhuan died, Du Lingtong disappeared, and Ling'er became his biological daughter.

I thought that after his legs were ruined six years ago, he experienced the most desperate experience in his life.

Unexpectedly, there is still a painful torture right now.

Fu Mingcheng felt that his life was a mess, and tears could no longer be suppressed in his dead eyes, rolling and falling.

He seemed to smell the tempting fragrance of osmanthus cake, and heard someone say in his ear: Young man, osmanthus cake is here!

He saw the girl wearing a lotus cheongsam in his memory, holding the hyacinth in his arms, running towards him like a gust of wind.

The girl's eyes were pretty and her face was filled with a bright smile: Young Marshal, do you think this flower is beautiful?

Fu Mingcheng felt the heart-wrenching pain and covered his hand with his heart that was almost stopping beating.

His lips trembled slightly, slowly closed his tears, suppressing the choking in his throat.

A familiar voice mixed with love came from my ears: Mr. Fu, being able to love, know and accompany you is the best thing in my life.

Fu Mingcheng could no longer control himself, and choked with sobs and shouted affectionately: "Ling Tong--"

How unfair God is, he is so lucky to be so good.

Why did he remember the past lives of the two after Du Lingtong disappeared?

Those little memories made him feel the tricks of fate.

Obviously, in this life, he is so close to his beloved.

In the past life, life and death were separated, but in this life, we will never meet each other forever.

Fu Mingcheng leaned on a wheelchair, unable to control his emotions, and his whole body was trembling.

The sad cry sounded from his lips, making people so desperate.

In a trance, Fu Mingcheng heard a familiar voice again.

"Sir, don't cry..."

Fu Mingcheng opened his eyes blurred by the water and saw Du Lingtong walking from a distance.

She is still so beautiful, her voice is as gentle as a spring water, refreshing.

Du Lingtong, who was full of books and was well-educated, bent over and caressed Fu Mingcheng's fair face: "Sir, I like you so much."

Du Lingtong's ancestors were from Baiyue, and she could speak fluent Cantonese.

A crisp and long voice that sounds comfortable and pleasant, came into Fu Mingcheng's ears.

Du Lingtong's confession at this time was a heavy blow to him.

Fu Mingcheng's powerful heart was instantly defeated: "Ling Tong, Ling Tong!"

He reached out to capture the phantom in front of him, trying to rub the other person into his arms.

Du Lingtong's phantom disappeared in an instant.

The other party's voice sounded from behind: "You, do you like me, do you care about me, do you want to see me?"

Fu Mingcheng turned around and saw Du Lingtong leaning on the floor-to-ceiling window, her fragrance of books was still strong.

Du Lingtong tilted her head, looking like a naughty one, but in fact she had a little woman's face full of youth, and looked at Fu Mingcheng with affectionate and expectant eyes.

Fu Mingcheng looked at her familiar eyebrows and eyes, and his face did not show any sadness when he was together during these six years.

In the past, he couldn't understand Aunt Du, and always felt that the other party was a person with a story.

Now I learned that every day, she was smiling like a mask, and she tried hard to suppress the grief in her heart.

Du Lingtong, who was full of confidence and had the arrogance of women in the new era, was the young lady of the Du family he knew.

Even though she was deeply trapped in the quagmire, she was full of pride.
To be continued...