Chapter 407

Author: Yiren is a flower

Chapter 407

The bell outside the villa is still sounding.

In order to avoid her daughter's question, Fu Mingcheng said hoarsely: "I go to see who is here, Linger is hungry to find some snacks to eat, and I will cook for you."

"Okay." Linger nodded very well.

The little girl lowered her head, her tears fell uncontrollably.

When Fu Mingcheng saw it, he had suffocation when he had heartache to breathing.

This is his daughter with Du Lingzheng. He not only took care of Linger, but let the child emotional down the day.

Thinking of Pei Yinan's proposal to return to Beijing before, let Linger's proposal, Fu Mingcheng's heart shook.

Maybe he should send his daughter back to Fu's house.

As soon as Fu Mingcheng's idea came out, he couldn't hold it anymore.

His silent eyes gradually became firm. Looking at the tears and sad daughters, he used the hand that was not infected with the soil.

"Linger is obedient, Dad comes back soon."

Fu Mingcheng controlled the wheelchair to leave, and the lonely back looked sad.

Linger choked and responded.

Outside the villa.

Qiao Luoyu and Pei Yinan stood outside the door for a long time before seeing Fu Mingcheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

Control the wheelchair expressionlessly on the side and drive on the blue stone brick.

Fu Mingcheng came to the door of the villa and pressed the door -to -door controller on the wall.

Pei Yinan held Qiao Luo's hand and walked in with the Pei family behind him.

He stood in front of Fu Mingcheng, staring at each other complicatedly.

This has not been seen in a few days. The other person's hair is less than half of it.

Pei Yinan's expression was complicated. He opened his mouth and wanted to say what he wanted to say, but Qiao Luo squeezed his hand.

Fu Mingcheng took the lead in opening, his voice was cold: "Are you here, you still have to stay today?"

Qiao Luo's arms holding a pot of blue fabrics and said with a smile: "Yeah, come again to disturb Mr. Fu."

Fu Mingcheng glanced at the blue faith in her arms, controlled the wheelchair to let the body open, and slightly stunned: "Go in, it's cold outside."

Pei Yinan pine Joe Luo's hand and took the initiative to come behind Fu Mingcheng. He pushed for a few days and did not wipe the shallow dust wheelchair handrail.

Without Du Lingzheng, Fu Mingcheng's changes are too great.

Seeing Linger again, Qiao Luo's eyes showed mercy.

This child has no mother's companionship, dressed no longer exquisitely, the smart atmosphere on her body disappears, and she lost her innocence that should belong to her in a short time.

Qiao Luoyan walked to Linger with the faith in her arms, rubbed her hair, and said softly, "Linger, remember me?"

"Remember, beautiful sister."

Linger's voice is still milk, and it is a little cheerful and a little more choked.

Qiao Luoyu sent the fabrics in her arms to her arms.

Little people holding potted plants, looking a little struggling.

Qiao Luoyu didn't mean to put on her hand, and she touched Linger's cheek in love.

"Linger, I ate you a lollipop before, to compensate you, do you have any wishes? I can help you realize it."

Linger blinked a pair of red eyes, crossed Qiao Luo to see the father who was pushed by the handsome brother.

She shook her head gently at Joano, and said poorly: "You eat it, that's all the mother bought it for me, very sweet."

Qiao Luoyan was silent, and his voice said lightly: "It's really sweet."

Linger thought that her mother had not left a lot of snacks, and her tears fell uncontrollably.

She cried.

There was no sound of crying.

This poor appearance, whoever watched it, couldn't help but feel distressed.

Qiao Luo's fingertips touched the cinkin in Linger's arms. The word was clear, and the voice said gently: "Linger, do you want to see your mother?"

"Woohoo ... think!"

Linger couldn't control it anymore, crying out.

She wants her mother, she wants to cry every day.

She didn't want to cry, fearing that Dad would be sad, but tears couldn't control it.

Qiao Luoyan looked at the little girl crying in front of her, and said, "Linger is so good, let me find your mother back."

Linger stopped crying, his face was unbelievable: "Really?"

Qiao Luo smiled with his lips, and said softly, "Sister never lie!"

Linger cried very much, crying solemnly.

She took a hand, pulled Qiao Luo's hand, and stumbled to promise: "Sister, you can find your mother back, I miss her, I will never be naughty again, I will be obedient.

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Fu Mingcheng, who was pushed over, was also shocked and couldn't believe it.

He knew Qiao Luo's weird ability, and the other party said that he could find Du Lingyu, and he would definitely find it.

When he controlled the wheelchair to the past, he was stopped by the people behind him.

Pei Yinan bent and whispered to Fu Mingcheng: "Brother Ming Cheng, since Qiao Er said, he would do it, and the next thing was handed over to her."

He never intervenes too much for Qiao Luo.

Fu Mingcheng grabbed Pei Yinan's hand hard, his voice trembled: "Yi Nan, can Lingbi really come back?"

Pei Yinan's eyes were quiet, and his voice was unprecedented: "I believe Qiaoer."

Qiao Luoyan wiped his tears for Linger, and pointed to the blue fairy in her arms: "Linger, do you like this pot of flowers?"

Linger looked at the blue faith in her arms, and looked at the same variety of flowers with different colors of the house.

She whispered, "Like it, this is the flower that mom likes."

Dad told her that my mother's favorite is the cash.

Qiao Luoyu said to her: "Then you have to support it, put it on the bedside, and let it sleep with you every day. After a month, my mother is back."

"Great! I will take it back to the room now!"

Linger learned that as long as Hyunnel accompanied him to sleep, his mother could come back and ran upstairs with the flowers in her arms.

When Linger disappeared on the second floor, Qiao Luo turned around and looked at Fu Mingcheng, who had red eyes and excited expression.

"Mr. Fu, I know that Du Lingzheng likes to be a fairy. She implanted her last strand of dead souls in the pot of blue cashi. She will re -condense the new soul body for at most one month.

The flower language of the Blue Xunzi is life. It represents the fire of life and the love of rebirth.

"Thank you, thank you!" Fu Mingcheng stared at Qiao Luo's eyes with red eyes and choked out.

Qiao Luo took the first head and took his thanks.

She stared at her muscular shrinking legs and proposed: "Mr. Fu is better to return to Beijing with us this time?"

This time Fu Mingcheng did not refuse bluntly, and his heart was obviously shaken.

But after he returned to Beijing, he could do what.

Even if you do n’t go out, you will become a talk in other people ’s population, and you will be ridiculed.

Qiao Luo said lightly: "There are too few fireworks here. After your wife's soul body condenses, I need to sort out for her.

And if your legs want to cure, you need a tedious process. I can't run on the side of Yuncheng. "

Fu Mingcheng almost no longer hesitated, and immediately nodded: "Okay! I will go back to Beijing with you."
Chapter completed!