Qiu Mo didn't sleep well, because she always thought that all this was just a dream. When she woke up from the dream, she would still be in the room where she had been alone for a year, with no temperature, no sound, and no him...
Therefore, every once in a while, she would wake up in panic. She would not feel at ease until she saw his sleeping face, and then stretched out her slender fingers to gently trace the outline of his eyebrows. At that time, a smile would accompany her.
Her every move blooms together.
Leng Xiao actually didn't fall asleep. Every time she made a little move, he would open his eyes and look at the woman close at hand. Her not beautiful appearance touched his hard heart again and again. There was a kind of emotion in his heart.
The relationship between the two slowly grows, like vines in spring, just the right amount of green.
He couldn't help but move over and hug her into his arms. Her protruding belly pressed tightly against his waist. He seemed to be able to feel another heartbeat there, which gave him a sense of tranquility unconsciously.
comfortable.
The exquisite Italian crystal clock on the wall was pointing to twelve o'clock. Suddenly, on a whim, he whispered into her ear: "...Happy birthday."
At the same time, in the presidential suite of a high-end hotel in City A, an empty red wine glass on the coffee table was staring lonely at the night outside the window. The owner of the wine glass was also staring blankly at a photo on his phone.
After an unknown amount of time, the red wine glass was refilled, and slender fingers lifted the glass, as if facing a certain direction in the dark, and a calm and magnetic voice sounded in the empty room: "Happy birthday, Mo'er."
The glass of wine was drained in one gulp, and the man leaned back on the large sofa, with a dark light squinting in his narrow eyes.
The doorbell rang. It was so late that he was not surprised that someone was visiting.
After casually pressing the control switch on the door, Qin Shaowei and Lin Jinfeng, dressed casually, hurried in, seemingly still carrying the chill of the night.
"Emperor Ling, I didn't expect you to arrive so soon." Qin Shaowei said respectfully.
Lin Jinfeng also suppressed his arrogance, and said with a rare straight face: "Emperor Ling."
Ye Hen, who seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the two of them, and said, "Sit."
Qin Shaowei and Lin Jinfeng sat down on the sofa opposite, waiting quietly for his lecture.
Ye Hen didn't seem to be in a hurry. The cell phone he had been holding in his hand was pushed to the glass coffee table casually. On the screen of the cell phone, a picture of a woman occupied the entire screen saver.
Qin Shaowei curiously took a closer look. The woman on the screen saver had her back to the camera. Only one-third of her profile could be seen. Her delicate facial contours were vaguely exposed under her waterfall-like long hair, although it was impossible to tell.
The appearance was not clear, but it was enough to make him stunned for a long time. He could not imagine how this girl would look so stunning if she turned around.
His eyes moved downwards. The girl was wearing a white silk robe. The robe was sliding around her waist. Her long hair was hidden behind her, and her shoulders were half exposed. There was a conspicuous tattoo near her beautiful butterfly bone.
, the tattoo is an ice sculpture.
Qin Shaowei was slightly ashamed. Of course he recognized this sign and knew its meaning. At the same time, he also roughly guessed who this woman was. She was probably the mysterious woman that Emperor Ling had been looking for ----- C.C.