Chapter 817: It's Not a Dream Because I Can Feel You
(Cat flutter Chinese) Could it be that after today, he will return himself to his mother and not let himself be Mrs. Jing again?
Don't....
Luo Xi glanced at him, not daring or wanting to continue thinking about it. Please search (%¥¥) to see the most complete! The fastest update
With him by his side, he can completely think about nothing and do nothing.
As long as you simply listen to your heart, follow him, follow him, and everything is arranged by him.
Luo Xi looked at him for a long time, and only asked, "That... Where are we going next? ”
"There's only one thing you have to do, and that's... Come with me. Jing Mohao didn't reveal too much, and took her all the way forward.
Luo Xi's words echoed in his mind and followed him steadily.
Follow him...
She wished she could always do only one thing, and that was to follow him...
Even if it's a cliff, even if it's the end of the world, she's willing...
At least there, there is him, children, her most solid support, and her most desperate hope.
The two walked to the door, and the luxury sports car parked there disappeared at some point.
In its place, there was a tall horse with a snow-white mane, and its fur was so clean that it was impossible to bear to stain its holiness.
Behind him is a white cage car decorated with white tulips, which is erected by two tall and sturdy wheels, showing the admirable baroque nobility.
Luo Xi's gaze swept from the front of the carriage to the back of the carriage, and then from the tail to the front, as if he couldn't believe it.
Jing Mohao took her hand, took her a step forward, and bowed her head, "Mrs. Jing, please get in the car." ”
Luo Xi looked up, "Me?" ”
Jing Mohao nodded with a smile, reached out to wrap his arms around her waist, helped her into the carriage, and followed her, and sat in with her.
Without any password or encouragement, as soon as the two got into the carriage, the white horse consciously began to move forward.
It was as if they had been specially sent by the Heavenly Court to take them to a special earthly fairyland, without having to plan a route for it, without having to be driven by special external forces, everything was so logical.
Think of its glorious and clean white hair, and not allow anyone to act rudely against it.
Luo Xi felt the envious eyes and exclamations of onlookers all the way, snuggled in the man's arms, and enjoyed the exclusive privilege that belonged to him at this moment.
Jing Mohao held Luo Xi with one hand, ignoring the adoring eyes on both sides, and in his eyes, there was only Luo Xi alone.
The white horse led the two of them around the city, like an immortal sent by the heavens to parade, shuttling freely and unimpededly throughout the city.
Passing by the former site of the headquarters of Moyao World, passing by the door of every Haoyan Hotel, passing by every restaurant where the two of them shared a feast, there was nothing but memories.
Luo Xi raised his head slightly, looked at the person above his head, and asked, "Jing Mohao, am I dreaming?" ”
These times, at this moment, is she dreaming?
These memories are so compact, so dense, yet so short, so wonderful.
It's close at hand, but it's like a world away.
The man's gaze was fixed on her, and all the emotions in his eyes were covered by the expression at this moment, and he said regardless of sadness or joy, "If you think it is, then it is." ”
Luo Xi stared at him deeply, and there was a moment of clarity in his heart, but he was vetoed by himself.
She wrapped her hands around the man's waist, pressed the side of her face to his chest, and said sullenly, "It's not a dream, because I can feel you." ”
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