Love is like melting

Chapter 8 It's Cold

Nicole, who was standing aside, couldn't help but be surprised. When has your Excellency been so considerate and gentle to any woman?
There is no one else.

"It's very cold, A Yu must remember to wear clothes when going out." Lian Mo murmured softly, as if he was telling his daughter.

In fact, she is only 4 years younger than him.

Ji Yerong wanted to see Mu Jin wholeheartedly, so he couldn't understand his tone of voice. When he just wanted to get up, he was hugged by Lian Mo again.

"I can walk." Her right foot is crippled, but her left foot is still alive, not too disabled to walk.

"What should I do?" Lian Mo looked down at her indifferent eyes with a distressed expression, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I seem to be addicted to hugging you."

"..."

Ji Yerong was silent.This man... still does not change his rogue and cunning nature.

Lian Mo walked out of the restaurant with Ji Yerong in his arms, and the servants were stunned.

Because in my impression, it was always His Excellency walking in front with his back straight, with a smirk on his lips, and he didn't know who was scheming, but Ji Yerong always followed behind him silently, like a shadow.

What's more, your Excellency has never been so intimate with his wife.

Suddenly seeing Your Excellency holding Miss Ji, can you not frighten all the pure little hearts?

Whenever night falls, the street lights in every part of the Presidential Palace will be lit up at the same time, just like daytime.

I met many guards along the road, and I was a little surprised and curious when I saw someone in your arms from a distance. When you approached and saw the face of the person in his arms, your surprised eyes almost fell to the ground.

This is your most trusted confidant who was in charge of the security of the presidential palace - Ji Yerong?

Didn't everyone say she was dead!
The cold wind was blowing towards her face, and she hadn't seen her for four years. Her black silk had reached her waist, and now it was blowing with the wind, and some hair tips even touched his neck, soft and itchy.

"Ayu, it's cold, hide your face in my arms." Lian Mo walked steadily, even after holding her for 10 minutes, he was still out of breath, his face was not red, and his voice was always calm.

Ji Yerong didn't move, she was used to the cold feeling, why did she hide?

Lian Mo looked down, with a faint smile on his lips: "You like being stared at so much?"

Ji Yerong was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood his intention. It turned out that he was not afraid that she would be cold, but that others would see her face.

That's right, he is now a married man, if it is known that he is walking around the Presidential Palace with a woman in his arms late at night, it will be ugly if it gets out.

Forget it, he always cared about that woman, didn't he?
Ji Yerong turned his head to his embrace, his expression extremely numb in the darkness, neither sad nor happy.

Lian Mo seemed to be aware of her mood swings, but he didn't seem to be aware of it. After that, the two of them didn't speak again, and walked all the way to the center of the garden of the Presidential Palace.

Under the bright daylight, you can see the snowflakes blown from the treetops by the wind, like catkins gently floating on the cold tombstone.

Lian Mo carried Ji Yerong to the tombstone, put her down, and tidied her messy coat thoughtfully.

Ji Yerong's dark eyes were as cold as metal, as if he hadn't seen the stone tablet in front of him, he looked at him, "Where's the hibiscus?"

Lian Mo didn't answer her, but looked at the tombstone, and said in a calm voice, "I brought her back to see you... Hibiscus."

At first, Ji Yerong didn't believe her hunch, but his last "hibiscus" completely shattered the last remaining hope in her heart.

The whole person felt like a blow to the head, and his bad legs seemed to be broken all of a sudden, and he knelt on the snow in an instant.

A look of surprise flashed across Lian Mo's eyes, but he didn't reach out to help her.

Ji Yerong stared blankly at the tombstone. She couldn't believe it, really couldn't believe it...

"Fake." Ji Yerong squeezed out a cold voice from between his teeth, and looked up at him with stern eyes: "You lied to me."

(End of this chapter)