Second marriage husband is not reserved

Liman leaned over to avoid Charles's inquisitive eyes.

He took a breath in the wind: "I don't have any previous memory. I don't know where my home is. Like Italy, the United States makes me feel very strange, so I have no difference. I can be in Italy or in the United States."

At the end, Liman turned back and smiled at Charles.

Charles was dazzled by such a smile.

He coughed gently, avoided her sight and turned sideways to pull his horse.

So they walked around the grassland.

"Young master."

Suddenly, a call came from behind.

The two men turned back and looked at the sound source. They saw Charles's right and left arms. A handsome blonde rode a horse and ran quickly from the stables.

The handsome man is good at riding.

The whole person riding a horse has a vigorous and beautiful beauty.

Soon, he came to the two people, but his face was very ugly: "boss."

As he spoke, he leaned out directly, leaned close to Charles's ear and said a word.

Charles's face sank visibly.

Linman looked at them quietly, without the slightest exploration in her eyes. However, her eyes still looked at Charles's hand holding the reins, and the green veins on the back of her white hand seemed to be suppressing something.

Obviously, what the handsome man said made Charles very angry.

Lin Man pursed his lips, turned his head and stopped looking. He drove the horse forward for two steps.

Said he was not in the mood to listen to what they said?

After linman ran around and came back, the two men were still muttering something, but Charles's face was more ugly than before, and his green eyes contained anger.

It's like it could explode at any time.

"Charles?" Liman looked at him with some worry.

The hand loosened the reins in an instant, and the anger on his face disappeared.

"Ufelia, shall we stop here today? I have something urgent to deal with."

Liman knew he wanted to deal with what his subordinates said.

But

"Well, if you have something to do, you can go first. I'll have a rest here. I like this manor very much."

Charles was stunned and saw Liman gently pat the horse's head with her eyes. The dark fundus overflowed with warmth. It seems that she really likes horses.

But think of what I just heard.

Charles pursed his lips: "if you like, just stay here for a while. I happen to have some things to deal with recently. I don't have time to take care of you. I'll ask someone to send the child to you right away. You can rest here. You're not in good health."

Linman couldn't help but be stunned.

I looked at Charles unexpectedly. It seems that this time something really happened.

Does it have anything to do with her to let Charles take the initiative to send her here? That's why we sent her out for shelter?

"Well, well, you should pay attention to your health no matter how busy you are. Don't be tired."

Linman nodded faintly, with just the right worry in his eyes.

Charles was stunned. He looked at Liman deeply.

Then suddenly drive the horse.

He went to Liman's side and held her in his arms.

"You should be well, too, when I come back."

Linman was a little confused. He didn't know Charles was crazy suddenly. However, in order not to arouse his doubt, he could only be held so quietly.

They are no longer as tense as when they first met. Lin man is not afraid of him as before. He even let him sleep with her all night. As long as she thinks that she has not recovered her memory and let Charles go to her bed, she has a feeling of betraying Huo Yunzheng.

Fortunately, however, she was more sympathetic that night.

Nothing irreparable happened.

At least she can still believe that she is green and white with Charles.

Charles is gone.

After loosening Liman, he hurried away.

Linman looked at the shadow of their cars away, a little confused. She didn't know what had happened to the Cosimo family, but she always had an intuition that it might have something to do with her.

The child was delivered in the evening.

Nutritionists, doctors and nurseries came together.

They are the configuration Charles gave the child. Of course, doctors and nutritionists are mainly responsible for Liman. The child can only be regarded as an accessory.

"Are you busy now, young master?"

Liman held the child and scraped the rice paste with a spoon for him to eat.

When the child got well, he became active immediately without pretending at all. As a child of nearly four months, his emerald eyes were large and bright. Looking at Lin Man's eyes, they were as clear as a lake. Lin man couldn't help but want to kiss him.

"Yes, the young master is busy." the dietitian who followed him smiled perfectly on his face.

Linman calmly continued to feed rice Mushu: "if you don't want to laugh, you can don't laugh. If you don't want to come to me, I can tell Charles to transfer you back."

The nutritionist was stunned. He didn't seem to expect that the woman in front of him would be so sharp.

"Your eyes are almost glued to Charles in front of me, and I'm not blind."

Linman glanced lazily at the nutritionist.

Looking at the green and white face, a dull feeling surged from the bottom of my heart.

Since she recovered her memory, it was like pulling away the blue sky to see tomorrow. The fog that had been hidden in front of her suddenly dispersed. Her rusty head suddenly recovered her former Qingming.

"You go. I'll call Charles."

The nutritionist looked up incredulously and then showed an angry look: "no, you can't do this."

Liman suddenly raised his head, and his dark and sharp eyes hit the bottom of the nutritionist's eyes.

The eyes were freezing.

The cold almost frozen the nutritionist's heart.

That was the expression that had never appeared on Liman's face before.

The dietitian's defense line suddenly broke: "you are really a hypocritical woman. Do you know what you look like now? If he knows what you look like now, he will not want you."

"Drag it down."

Linman still fed the child slowly.

The dark pupil was filled with tenderness, as if the indifference was just a simple illusion.

Soon a few men in black came up and directly pulled the nutritionist down.

Soon Charles's phone rang.

Liman didn't reach for his cell phone, but turned on the hands-free, put it on the table and still fed the child patiently.

"Euphyllia, aren't you satisfied with this nutritionist?"

Charles's voice was a little hoarse and somewhat tired.

"Yes."

Linman said faintly, "she likes you and is my nutritionist. I'm afraid of death."

Charles was silent.

A moment later, the voice sounded faintly: "well, she won't appear in front of you in the future."

"Thank you, Charles."

Linman's voice changed from rigid to soft. Charles holding the phone showed warmth in his emerald pupils for a moment. He liked this kind of linman and didn't like the cold and sharp linman before. He always felt that he was loved by that woman.

Even if he stole it.

But before she recovers her memory, he still wants to occupy it selfishly.

"Thank me for what I did, and I don't want you to be in any danger."

"What happened to you...?"

After thinking about it, Liman asked with concern.

Charles is a little flattered. Linman never asked about him before, but now linman has taken the initiative to care about him. Does this prove that he has become different in linman's mind now?

Thinking so, Charles suddenly felt a happy mood at the bottom of his heart.

He likes Liman.

Because this woman is very similar to his mother, but she is more lucky than his mother.

Linman had almost everything his mother hadn't got in her life.

As long as Liman is willing to stay with him all his life, he will give her the best life and give her a completely different life from his mother.

"Well, something's wrong. There are traitors in the United States. They may come to Italy recently. Your side is safer than the mansion. I'll ask my men to protect you there. There's a gun in the basement there. If someone who doesn't have eyes provokes you, kill you directly."

There was cruelty in Charles's gentle tone.

Liman heard his back cool.

But it was still a faint voice, with a bit of softness: "I know, you should also be careful not to get hurt."

"Well, I see."

Charles hung up.

The handsome assistant with blond hair behind him looked at the soft smile on his young master's face and couldn't help sighing slightly.

"Young master, young lady will recover her memory one day."

"Shut up."

Charles's face darkened.

He doesn't like to hear such words.

"She will never recover her memory."

The assistant was stunned and sighed, "I know. I'll contact the best hypnotist."

Charles pursed his lips and smiled.

The expression is joyful, and there is a shallow arrogance in the emerald pupil.

He never misses what he wants.

"Connor's on the plane?"

"Yes, young master."

"He has a lot of courage."

Charles played with the ring in his hand and his face was full of ridicule: "he was finished by his own woman, ha ha."

The assistant didn't speak. After all, Cosimo's mansion has welcomed a special guest these days. The guest is likely to become old Cosimo's mistress. Therefore, he has no room to speak.

"In fact, young master, we can see Connor's sincerity to Cosimo."

As Connor's good friend, the handsome assistant couldn't help saying something for his friend.

Charles doesn't look very good.

But he still waved his hand: "heartfelt this kind of thing is either visible or true. Let's see what he said here."

Connor has no father or mother, and the women who follow him are just playthings to vent their desires.

Charles went to the window and looked out of the window. In fact, they could hold Connor's handle. It was really rare.

As little as... When he thought about it carefully, he would have a cold sweat on his back.

Connor is a man without weakness.

Charles thought that even if Connor didn't betray them this time, perhaps Connor couldn't touch more core things in his life.

"What should we do about that woman?"

"Is he willing to sleep hard? Can we still hold his gun and don't let him sleep?"

The handsome assistant was silent.

The occasional rudeness of his young master is inconceivable in his heart.

"In short, keep a close watch. It's really not good. I can only apologize to Connor."

The handsome assistant nodded, "OK, young master."

"Let's go and have a look at this batch of goods."

With that, Charles picked up his coat from the hanger next to him, put it on at will, and went out against the sun.