"Xin'er, look, the flowers in the yard are all blooming." Morye pointed to a large flower bed in the front garden, "Walk slowly, and later go to the back garden to have a look. There are many flowers planted there."
Mo Ye said as he walked, his expression was not depressed and regretful because of the loss of Mo's Manor, but rather like a tourist who came here to visit.
"Bah bang..." When he turned a driveway and was about to turn onto the path in the backyard, there was a sound of clapping from the side of the villa, and then a rich voice with a smile sounded, "Welcome, welcome, little sister, big brother didn't expect that
You came here today."
Zhao Feilong strode over and reached out to take Ling Kexin's other hand, "Come on, big brother will take you to the house to see which floor you like. Then big brother will decorate them beautifully."
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"Go away!" Mo Ye shouted coldly before his hand even touched her.
Zhao Feilong's hand stopped in mid-air, he raised his eyebrows and smiled mischievously. He didn't care at all, "Mr. Mo, from today on, this place is mine. Don't you allow me to welcome the little one on my territory?"
younger sister?"
"Don't be too happy too early. One day, I, Moor Ye, will get it back!" Moor Ye turned sideways and led Ling Kexin towards the back garden.
"Slow down!" Zhao Feilong stopped Mo Ye, still looking domineering, "Mr. Mo, don't forget that you must get my permission to visit my manor. Let's do this. Little sister can go and see as she pleases.
The manor in spring, how about you just wait here?"
"Scoundrel!" Mortao cursed angrily.
Zhao Feilong didn't bother to pay attention, and smiled and extended his hand to Ling Kexin, but he didn't expect Ling Kexin to look forward with expressionless face, and without moving his eyes, he pulled Mo Ye tightly and continued to walk forward.
"Hey..." Zhao Feilong seemed to see something, and he looked at Chen Gang doubtfully.
Chen Gang snorted and gave him a cold look.
The four of them walked around the back garden, and Ling Kexin walked straight to the golf course. Xiaofeng stood inside the iron gate. When he saw Mo Ye and the others, he happily ran over holding Luck.
Luck seemed to be very affectionate towards Ling Kexin. He opened his mouth and barked loudly, and his thick tail kept wagging...
"Mr. Zhao, something is wrong with Miss Ling's expression. She seems to have a mental illness." Jiang Ke stood next to Zhao Feilong and quietly expressed his opinion.
"Bah! Brat, you're tired of living, aren't you? Do you dare to say that my sister is mentally ill?" Zhao Feilong sprayed him fiercely.
Jiang Ke wiped the saliva from his face, pulled a face and said, "Didn't you notice? I'm just telling the truth."
Zhao Feilong didn't find anything, it's just that he didn't believe it.
"Go to the hospital immediately to investigate." Zhao Feilong waved his hand.
In the evening, Zhao Feilong got the exact news. He learned that after Ling Kexin fainted that night, she lay unconscious on the hospital bed for five consecutive days. Moer Ye had been taking good care of her. When she woke up, she became sluggish.
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This news was like a stick hitting Zhao Feilong on the head. He was stunned and even more stunned.
The news about Mo Ye was so tightly blocked that major newspapers and media did not disclose any news in this regard... No wonder Ling Kexin did not shed a single tear when she mourned Bai Yao that day.
"Jiang Ke, help me contact Mo Ye and tell him that I want to meet with him tomorrow." Zhao Feilong said firmly with a serious expression.
However, Jiang Ke failed to contact Mo Ye after making several calls. It was not until the next day that they learned that Mo Ye had taken Ling Kexin by plane to London, England that night.
It was still the same well-known hotel, still the same luxurious suite, and it was still the beautiful and enthusiastic blonde Linda who received them.
"Get some sleep today and take you to see the scenery by the Thames River tomorrow. It's spring and it's very beautiful there." After Moor Ye let Ling Kexin lie down on the bed, he sat next to her and talked to her.
Here are their memories. In Morye's eyes, that period was the most relaxed and happy time for him, and their baby was conceived here.
He believed that even if they were arguing and fighting at that time, at least they were both physically and mentally healthy, so the babies were also healthy.
Maybe, here, Ling Kexin will "liberate" herself.
Ling Kexin lay on the bed without closing her eyes. She looked at the man's face who was only a foot away from her, quiet and indifferent. When Mo Ye playfully pulled out her long feathers with his fingers, she responded quickly and fluttered.
A few times.
More Ye put his hand into the quilt, caressed her belly, and said gently: "Xin'er, it would be great if the two babies have a daughter, or both. I hope they look like you."
Ling Kexin blinked and put a hand on the back of his hand.
For more than three months, her belly has swelled significantly. Every night, More Ye would put his hand on her belly, saying that mom and dad were with the baby, feeling the warmth together.
Normally, Ling Kexin didn't react at all, but tonight, her actions made Mo Ye extremely happy.
He sucked her red lips, lay beside her, and murmured, "Xin'er, don't lock yourself in the dark room anymore. Come out and enjoy the sunshine with me and the baby, okay?"
Ling Kexin's eyelids flicked and she met Mo Ye's tender gaze.
"Little fool, do you see anything in my eyes?"
Ling Kexin continued to stare into his eyes. Mo Ye smiled, extremely handsome, "Did you see a lot of stars?"
Hearing his question, Ling Kexin rolled her eyes twice and looked at the window.
"It's not the stars in the sky, but the red heart in the heart." Mo Ye turned her head around and asked her to face him, opening his beautiful eyes, wanting her to take a closer look.
Ling Kexin looked at him steadily. Slowly, she stretched out her hand from the quilt, and pressed her cool fingertips on Mo Ye's eyelashes.
"Don't cover it, let it speak to you." Morye put her hand on her face and continued to talk to her.
He talked a lot about how he fell in love with her and how he changed some of his temperament because of her. He said that she was his treasure, that she was born for him, and that they must have been destined in their previous lives.
He also reviewed himself, asked Ling Kexin to forgive him for his mistakes, and said that he would cherish her in the future.
He also described their future. When he talked about the baby, his face smiled brightly, like the sun at ten o'clock in spring.
Ling Kexin finally closed her eyes as she listened. When she woke up, Mo Ye was no longer around.
Linda seemed to have predicted the time when she would wake up. She walked in with a smile, helped her get dressed, and asked Ling Kexin if she remembered her.
Ling Kexin nodded, Linda warmly held her smile and kissed her cheek.
"Honey, can I take you out now?" she asked.
Ling Kexin nodded again and extended her hand to her.
A feminine pink lace dress was worn on Ling Kexin's body. The upper body was tight and outlined her graceful curves, while the lower body was wide and loose, beautifully covering her slightly bulging belly.
She wore a pair of long white boots on her feet, a small decorative pink hat tilted on her head, and her face was lightly powdered. With Linda's hand, she walked slowly to the VIP banquet hall.
The banquet hall is spacious, bright and luxurious. There are many tables in the middle of the hall. At this time, there is only a white grand piano. To the right, there is a row of foreigners in uniforms. They are band members. When I see
When Ling Kexin came over, they all stood up one by one, gave her a warm and friendly smile, and bent down to show her courtesy.
Ling Kexin stopped, a trace of confusion flashed on her face.
Apart from the band members, there were no other guests in the huge banquet hall.
Linda didn't explain. She led Ling Kexin to the piano, bent towards her, and then left with a smile.
Ling Kexin stared at the piano blankly, and began to grab her skirt with both hands.
After a while, a glass door in the banquet hall opened, and a handsome man in a white suit walked out. He was majestic and smiling. The red tie around his neck made his face handsome and tall.
His figure, handsome and noble temperament make the whole hall more radiant.
"Xin'er," he walked up to Ling Kexin, put his arms around her, and kissed her forehead, "Before the dinner, I want to sing a song for you. Please listen to it."
Ling Kexin's eyes brightened obviously, and then returned to calm.
Mo Ye pulled her closer to the piano so that he could see her whenever he raised his head, and then sat down elegantly next to the piano.
Ling Kexin's eyes followed him, and she saw him smiling handsomely at her first, then raising his hands and pressing lightly on the black and white piano. The next second, a melodious and beautiful piano music came from his slender fingers.
Flow out slowly.
"Love Story"...the light music that Ling Kexin once liked.
The soothing, melodious, and beautiful melody slowly flowed through Ling Kexin's heart like flowing water. She scratched her skirt with her drooping hands, and Jier gently let go.
Her eyes slowly turned from dull and distracted to clear and bright, and the bright black eyes became spiritual. She looked at the handsome man next to the piano, and her pink lips became rosy.
More Ye played attentively. Every time the note was one beat higher, his head would rise. His bright eyes slid across Ling Kexin's face. He did not miss the change in her expression.
When he saw her eyes sparkling, his heart felt like boiling water. An indescribable excitement made his hands become more flexible and relaxed.
This is the second time in two years that he has played the piano for the woman he loves, once for his mother and once for Ling Kexin.
Ever since his mother went crazy, he seemed to have lost all his joy and happiness. He never touched the piano stored in the music room upstairs.
Now, he can play and play every song for his beloved little woman.
Music can cultivate people's temperament and cleanse their souls.
After a beautiful piece of music, More Ye elegantly played the soothing Love Concerto, accompanied by the band beside him.
He raised his head and smiled at Ling Kexin with affectionate eyes. Ling Kexin looked at him and her vision began to blur.
Gradually, the depression and haze accumulated in Ling Kexin's heart seemed to be washed away by the floating notes. The heaviness in her heart was gone. Her whole body seemed to be floating. She could no longer stand. She shook twice and fell softly.