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The moment the plane landed, Lingxi felt that her heart also landed on the ground.

As they got off the plane, the two got on the taxi, and the driver was listening to the radio, with the news broadcasting inside.

"Recently, the case of illegal fundraising by Zhao Quanhai, a rich man in this city, has been sentenced. Due to the huge amount, the public is in a state of anger, and the court decided to execute the death penalty today. Previously, the Zhao Group attracted much attention from the outside world for its marriage with Haoting Group..."

"Switch the radio on." Zhao Zhuoqin suddenly spoke, his voice a little cold and hard.

Upon hearing this, the driver had to turn on the radio.

Flowers turned their heads out the window and watched the flying traffic outside.

After leaving for a few days, she felt that her world had been completely subverted.

From then on, the black ones are no longer black, and the white ones are no longer white.

It seemed that he had completely lost his ability to be independent and could only let fate fiddle with her.

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The car stopped in front of a beautiful garden villa and got out. Lingxi looked at the room in front of her and always felt a bit familiar.

"Here..." She turned her head and looked at Zhao Zhuoqin beside her.

"Do you think it looks familiar?" Zhao Zhuoqin took her hand, pushed open the carved black iron gate in front of her, and walked in.

The more you go in, the more you feel that Lingxi feels it is very familiar.

Finally, when she saw the sculpture fountain in front of the villa, she completely recalled it.

Here, the former Little Mary and Brother Tian took a photo together, which was based on this fountain.

"After completing the divorce procedures, you can officially become the mistress of this house." Zhao Zhuoqin led her into the house, where there were already several nannies, gardeners and butlers waiting for a long time.

They stood neatly at the gate and respectfully called Zhao Zhuoqin: "Young Master, Miss, welcome you home."

Lingxi stared at everything that was happening in front of her, unable to hide her doubts: "How could this house be sucked by you..."

"Three years ago, I bought this house from someone else's hands. This is our Zheng family's property. How can it fall into the hands of others after my father's hands?" Zhao Zhuoqin finally found his identity.

Over the years, the more he hates his identity as a burden-bearing person, the more he desires the identity of the second young master of the Zheng family.

Now, everything has finally returned to the beginning, and he has no relationship with the Zhao family anymore.

In this world, no one will stop him from being with his beloved woman. After so many years of preparation, this moment finally came.

Lingxi looked at the younger brother in front of her and felt so strange.

It seemed that she had never really seen him clearly.

"I'm a little tired and want to rest..." The longer I spend with him, the more strange she will feel.

This feeling made her feel like an idiot. She had been in vain for more than 20 years.

The people around me were not what I imagined.

What else is there around her that is real?

Zhao Zhuoqin knew that she would not be in a good mood at the moment, so she didn't force herself. She turned around and looked at the servant beside her and ordered: "Take her upstairs and rest."

The servant hurriedly stepped forward and led Lingxi to the bedroom upstairs.

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Lingxi was sleeping very uneasy. In her dream, all kinds of terrifying things happened to her, torturing her half to death.

When I woke up, it was already the moon in the middle of the sky.

There was only a dim wall light in the bedroom.

After moving her body, she suddenly realized that a big hand was placing her waist.

She was shocked and sat up from the bed.

"Awaken?" The people around her opened their eyes and looked at her. In the hazy light, the amber pupils were shiny, as bright as the stars in the dark night.

"Why are you here?" Lingxi looked at him in surprise. Subconsciously, she protected her body with both hands, as if afraid that he would touch her.

In fact, her worries were completely justified, because in the next second, she was surrounded by his hands and fell into his broad arms.

"This is my bedroom, my bed, it's big night. I'm not here. Where do you think I should go?" His tone was full of tactfulness, as if he was deliberately trying to make things difficult for her.

"Your room?" Lingxi then realized that she had a little annoyed to hammer her head. Why did the servant bring her to his room?

It seems that he had already deliberately told the servants at home about their relationship.

"You... let go of me..." She struggled gently, trying to escape from his arms.

Although she knew that they had no blood relationship and even had no surnames, she had always regarded him as her own younger brother over the years. How could she accept such intimate contact from him now?

"Let go?" Zhao Zhuoqin frowned, her head suddenly lowered, pressing against her forehead when she was shopping, and the scorching breath hit her little face, "Sister, before we returned to China, did you forget everything, have you forgotten all?"

This sentence is like a fatal point that points Lingxi.

Yes, why did she forget that she never had to do with herself in front of him.

Seeing that she was silent, he stopped forcing her and changed his tone. He asked gently, "Are you hungry?"

As long as she can solve the current predicament, even if she is not hungry, she will say she is hungry.

So, the next second, she nodded quickly.

Zhao Zhuoqin really let go of her, moved her body to the side, stretched her long arms to the bedside table, picked up the phone on it, and played a number: "Send some late-night snacks."

Lingxi lifted the quilt, got out of bed, went into the bathroom, and washed up.

When I returned to the room, the midnight snack had been brought up, full of coffee tables.

"So much?" She looked at the various exquisite delicacies in front of her in surprise.

How could she eat it?

Zhao Zhuoqin sat on the sofa, reached out and pulled her to her side and sat down, picked up the chopsticks on the table, picked up a crystal dumpling and sent it to her mouth: "You are too thin, you should eat more."

Lingxi could not refuse what was delivered to her mouth, so she could only eat it with her mouth.

But after just taking one, she felt nauseous in her stomach and covered her mouth and ran towards the bathroom.

After vomiting wildly, she faintly heard Zhao Zhuoqin talking on the phone through the bathroom door.

"What did this chef make? Change it immediately."

Upon hearing this, Lingxi rushed out of the bathroom.

"No...it's not the chef's business..." she stopped.

Zhao Zhuoqin frowned and looked at her.

"It should be a pregnancy reaction..." She whispered, lowered her head, and looked like a child who had done something wrong, cautious.

"So it's this damn!" A strange sneer suddenly appeared on Zhao Zhuoqin's face...
Chapter completed!