Second marriage husband is not reserved

Huo Yunzheng smiled when he heard the speech. He reached out and wiped Huotong's soft little hand in Huo yunqi's arms.

The voice was charming and gentle: "yes, we will be reunited."

He is very firm on this point.

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Liman sat in front of the wide glass window.

The warm sunshine fell on her through the glass window.

Her black hair was loosely tied behind her, and her face was very gentle. She was holding a book in her hand, but she didn't read it. Instead, she closed her eyes and bathed in the sun. The golden sun sprinkled on her white skin, bringing a somewhat transparent feeling.

Charles came down the stairs while finishing his cufflinks.

When I looked up, I saw such a picture.

Linman is undoubtedly beautiful.

Her beauty is not sharp, clear and light. Just like the water flow, she has inadvertently occupied other people's hearts.

This feeling is particularly obvious to Charles.

He remembered that night, he held Liman and put his hand around her neck. At that moment, he really moved his heart.

However, he didn't think of where he was pinching his fragile neck.

But I can't do it.

Cosimo has no weakness.

But now Charles feels that this woman is likely to be his weakness.

And he... Is happy.

"Euphyllia."

Charles went to the side of his bed and looked gently at the woman bathed in the sun.

Liman turned his head and slowly opened his eyes.

The dark eyes, even at this moment, are as rich as the freshly ground ink stone. They are so beautiful that she almost forgot to breathe, just like an angel falling into the world.

Then the angel said, "Charles."

"Well, isn't it hot to sit here?"

Linman smiled: "the heart is quiet and naturally cool."

"Really?"

Charles sat down next to linman, learned linman's actions, closed his eyes and bathed in the sun. But soon, he couldn't help leaning back and withdrew from the scope of the sun. He frowned: "the sun is a little hot."

"Hahaha, it's drying, not scalding."

Linman laughed, with a bit of ridicule.

But Charles stopped in his ear and felt very happy.

He reached out his hand and gently put his palm on the top of her hair and gently rubbed it: "well, it's too dry, Euphyllia. I'm going to Italy tomorrow. Will you go with me?"

"Italy?"

Liman tilted his head and looked at Charles suspiciously.

"Yes, I'm going back to Italy. Come with me and I'll introduce you to others."

Charles said softly.

Linman still looked at him in a daze. She didn't know about the Cosimo family, so she didn't know that Cosimo still had a hometown in Italy. However, linman remembered that Charles said she was the daughter of a small family in Italy.

Then she nodded, "OK, I want to see my old home."

Charles frowned slightly. "I don't think that's a good idea. It'll bring back painful memories."

"Isn't it good to recall? Even if it's painful, it's something that belongs to me, isn't it?"

Liman blinked mischievously.

Charles couldn't help laughing at his playful appearance.

"OK, I'll show you then, but this time, we may meet some annoying people. Don't be afraid, OK?"

Charles thought of his brothers and sisters who had been left in Italy.

They haven't even got Italian property. Now they're just eating and waiting to die.

Just a few people are particularly jealous of his existence.

"I won't be afraid. Charles will protect me, won't he?"

Charles felt soft.

Reaching out and holding Liman's finger, "well, I'll protect you."

Linman grinned: "I believe you."

Charleston smiled.

The emerald pupil looks like the most transparent imperial green jade.

Beautiful can make people fall into it completely.

"OK, let's go upstairs and pack up and get ready to go."

Lin man was stunned: "now?"

"Well, the helicopter will arrive in half an hour. You still have half an hour to pack up. Then we will go directly to the airport and take a private plane to Italy. Of course, if you don't want to pack up, we can buy it in Italy."

Local tyrant Charles said he didn't need money.

But Liman still couldn't help stamping his feet, raised his feet and walked upstairs.

Charles looked at her back and couldn't help a soft smile from the corners of his mouth.

Moxiya came out with her packed luggage and looked haggard. She saw Charles smiling at Liman's back.

Suddenly, my heart was suffocating.

She stood beside Charles and said, "she can't belong to you forever."

"Shut up."

The smile on Charles's face suddenly disappeared.

Coldly rebuked.

"You're afraid, Charles. There's no weakness in the Cosimo family. This woman will become your weakness."

Moxiya's voice was also very indifferent.

It seems that the woman holding Charles and calling her to love him a few days ago is an illusion, but only Moxia herself knows what she has experienced these days.

Prince Pembina is already waiting in Italy.

Dad and Charles really want her to marry.

For what?

She is too unwilling.

Will you be married to that closed country just because you offended that woman?

Women in that country don't have much rights and interests at all, and the prince is qualified to marry many wives. Even if she married a grand duke in the past, her husband will have so many lovers in the future. Even if she grew up in a lover dominated family, Cosimo, she wouldn't want to.

She still longed for love.

Unfortunately, love disappoints her.

Charles turned coldly, looked at Moxia, and suddenly smiled: "I think your wedding date may be earlier."

Mosia: "

She trembled with anger. "Charles, you're so mean."

Charles hooked his lips and showed a completely joyless smile.

"Thank you for your compliment."

Moxiya was so angry that she stamped her feet that she wanted to trample on Charles in front of her.

Unfortunately, Charles didn't buy it at all.

Liman quickly packed his bags and soon went downstairs.

The maid behind him followed with a small suitcase.

"Why did you just clean up so much?"

Charles looked at the small suitcase in the maid's hand and frowned.

Linman waved disapprovingly: "it doesn't matter. I just stayed for a few days and will still come back."

"Yes."

Charles didn't say much, but he was determined to buy more clothes for Liman in Italy.

After all, Italy itself is the fashion capital, and the clothes there are the real fashion.

At that time, he must find the best designer to design the best clothes for Liman.

Thinking so, Charles took lindman on the plane.

The interior of the private plane is well decorated.

At the back is a big bed.

When Liman came in, Charles arranged him into the room.

After all, Liman still has blood clots in his head and can't be hurt a little.

Moxiya looked at her eyes and went directly to the small study in front of her.

There are a lot of books to read and a couch to rest. Compared with the master bedroom in the back, although the space is small, the comfort is not much worse.

The maid quickly poured them two cups of tea.

Charles sat on the sofa.

Look at Liman lying on the bed.

Linman looked out of the window at the sea of clouds, his eyes could not hide his curiosity.

She didn't know whether she had seen such a sea of clouds before she lost her memory, but now, for her, everything is novel.

"Do you like it?"

Charles leaned over to her and looked out at the sea of clouds with her.

Linman quickly nodded heavily: "well, I like it."

"I'll take you back and forth several times after I like it."

Lin Man pursed his lips and nodded with a smile.

Looking at linman's rare appearance of being so clever, Charles couldn't help but relax a little.

Recently, Liman's mood has become very fast.

Sometimes with a little melancholy, sometimes very cheerful.

He was worried about her mental problems, and even brought the most professional psychologist to chat with her. The psychologist finally concluded that her memory was confused.

There may have been a fragment of the previous memory into the brain, but it is stuck with the current memory.

Just as a person has two memories, they can't integrate. They can only inherit whose life and character under the matching of what kind of memory.

When you are sad, it is Liman, and when you are lively, it is Euphyllia.

Charles likes Euphyllia, but has nothing to do with Liman's character.

"Charles, can I ask you a question?"

Liman stretched out his finger and gently scratched Charles's English letters on the glass window.

"Huh? Say."

Charles looked at Liman's movements, reached out and grabbed her finger and wrote ufelia's name below.

"Have you released the girl we saw that day?"

Charles's hand trembled slightly.

After a moment of silence, he said, "of course, I'm not a fool for a million dollars."

He hissed.

"That's good."

Liman breathed a sigh of relief.

Charles looked at her suspiciously: "you look very different from that girl?"

"Probably because she knows a woman who looks like me. I always feel that if I don't save her, it's like her best friend sold her herself. Isn't that too pathetic?"

Charles heard it.

Sniffed: "you are too kind-hearted."

"Isn't it good to be kind?"

Liman turned his head sideways and his cheek crossed Charles's lips.

Both of them stopped at once.

The silent air spread between the two people.

After a while, Charles said quietly, "in Cosimo's house, the last thing you need is kindness."

Linman frowned: "I think kindness is very good. At least, I feel much at ease."

"Sometimes kindness can kill people."

Linman looked at him puzzled.

Charles frowned deeply and said nothing.

But linman finally sighed: "I don't know why, I always feel flustered, as if I forgot something."

Charles: "

You've forgotten too much.

But he still reached out and held her shoulder: "you have a good sleep. Maybe it's because you're too tired."

Lin Man pursed his lips, still puzzled.

She couldn't remember why she was so flustered, but this feeling was particularly obvious.

At this time, the luggage compartment on the lower floor of the aircraft.

In the center of dozens of iron cages, an iron cage is filled with Amy, who was conservative before.

Now she was wearing clothes on board.

It's just a pair of underwear and a man's white shirt.

Agreed dress.

Her face was still red and swollen, and her eyes were scarlet. Obviously, she must have cried again when she just got on the plane.