Genius Baby, Sweet Mummy

Although Rong Cuo had disappeared for many years, Xiao Mo still had a hint that he had settled down outside the country a long time ago. I don't know if it was France or England. However, there wasn't much of a difference between the two.

When Linghu Xiaojing woke up, she saw Rong Cuo gracefully lying on the side of the bed with his black eyes shining with a pleasant light of malice.

She froze for a moment, suddenly horrified.

Why did this man, this nightmare from his childhood, return?

She shrank her body and closed her eyes. She said in a soft voice, "This is a dream. This is a dream. This is a dream ??"

Rong Cuo originally wanted to see the reaction of a thousand types of people meeting with two people, but no matter how he thought about it, he never thought that it would be like this. He could not help but laugh. It was such a beautiful dream. He was really afraid that it would suddenly disappear just like that.

Linghu Xiaojing opened her eyes wide again, this time she knew that this was not a dream.

After thinking for a while, he said, "That Li Qin is your man?"

Rong Cuo shook his head with a smile in his eyes.

"Why not? "You, you ??" Linghu Xiaojing was so angry that she died. Thinking back to how she was so crazy just a short while ago, she eagerly told that man what she had never said to anyone before and now she wanted to immediately kill that man.

Of course not. He's only a subordinate, a man. How can he be called my man?" "He found it very amusing to tease Linghu Little Jing. She was so angry that her face turned red and her chest heaved up and down. This was a very bad taste.

When they met again, he had thought about how strange it would be for two people to not see each other for so many years, but this time, it seemed like it was all gone.

Linghu Xiaojing had changed, and was no longer the same as before.

However, that childish stubbor

ess and the way she stared at him when he was angry, as well as that repressed expression, were still exactly the same as before.

That's great!

Being stared at in such a ma

er, Linghu Xiaojing became even angrier, "What are you trying to do? Illegal kidnapping. Don't you know it's against the law? "

"Heh, what are you saying? Jing, don't you know that breaking the law is against me. It's the same as eating and drinking with ordinary people!" Rong Cuo's shameless words made Linghu Xiaojing so angry that he couldn't say it.

What should I do now that I'm in the hands of this man?

Linghu Xiaojing tried very hard to think of a way out.

Hands and feet, something wrong, so numb?!

Linghu Xiaojing frowned and asked: "Give me ?? drugged?! "

Rong Cuo's eyes were still filled with laughter. That teasing expression was clearly made to tease Linghu Xiaojing as though she was a little pet, "I'll give it to you ?? What kind of medicine was it?! "

Linghu Xiaojing scoffed, "Then why is my body so soft, I don't have the slightest bit of strength."

The man's inky eyes immediately lit up with a burning desire after saying this. "Where is your body soft ??" "Is it here?" Her slender hand directly touched the girl's slender waist ??

Linghu Xiaojing shrank back. Although his body was weak, she reacted quickly and dodged the attack, using the pillow in front of him, her face was full of vigilance: "You ?? "You ??" Her eyes changed from anger to a little fear, and his body began to tremble.

Obviously, she still feared and hated Rong Cuo more than anything.

Because in the year that Rong Cuo had been together with her, he had been really good to her. Even when his mother abandoned her, he had said that kind of shameless request, but he had never hurt her. Therefore, there was no point in Linghu Xiaojing saying how much she hated him. But she was afraid of this man. This man had something especially dark in his eyes that made her feel like she had better not know.

Obviously, Rong Cuo did not want to scare his like that, even though the look of fear on his face made him want to ruthlessly torture her on the bed, causing his snow-white body to be dyed with even more desire. No, it's a little too early to think about it now. Rong Cuo hasn't learnt anything in these few years, so his patience had improved a little. He calmly took half a step back and said, "It's been eight years since we last met.

It was obvious that such words would increase the distance between the two of them.

Linghu Xiaojing knew that this was abnormal, but she had no other choice. She could only try her best to act normal: "Oh, that ?? Yeah, it's been so many years since we last met! "

"How have you been all these years?" Rong Cuo asked.

"Ah, thank you, very good!" Linghu Xiaojing answered obediently, as if she had suddenly passed through time and space, going back to the time when she was only twelve years old.

"You don't seem to have looked for your mother once?" Rong Cuo looked at Linghu Xiaojing's expression and asked faintly.

Linghu Xiaojing acknowledged, then suddenly sighed: "Yes, she left, and I never saw her again." The woman had walked out of her life like that. She had seemed incompetent before, but now she did not feel that way.

However, it was not as if he did not care. After all, the woman who abandoned her to hurt her was her own mother. Ever since she was born, she had taken care of and raised her. Of course, she had also given her mother's love before. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to grow up to be like this.

"Why?!" Rong Cuo asked. His handsome face was impassive.

"No reason. It doesn't seem necessary." Linghu Xiaojing replied as usual.

"Your heart is much more ruthless than you look. It's still much more gentle than what you've done." Rong Cuo chuckled.

Linghu Xiaojing looked at Rong Cuo with a complicated expression. She felt that her time was really wrong, why did this man seem to be having a heart-to-heart chat with her like her father did?

Had she recently been drugged so that she could have a heart-to-heart conversation with two people? It was the Young Master Xiao that made her feelings that were about to spill over finally collapse. As long as it was a person, she was willing to tell others.

Linghu Xiaojing frowned, and said after a long while: "Nothing special, I think at that time, she liked that person a lot, and she was also the kind of woman who can always live a good life. With me by her side, it would only make everyone unhappy, I'm already old enough to be able to do it myself, it's not worth it."

Her mother was very happy and didn't need her help. She just needed to stay far away and not disturb her.

"Listening to your explanation, you really are a very affectionate child!" Rong Cuo's eyes were filled with tender sympathy, "As long as you're living a good life, you can accept anyone you like and even bless them. Little Jing, you don't really like to talk, but you really are a woman with deep love.

Linghu Xiaojing lowered her head, thought for a long time, and said: "That Li Qin must have also told you something."

At that time when she was in the car, confessing to the Young Master Xiao, Li Qin must have told Rong Cuo, which was why he spoke like that.

Rong Cuo originally wanted to make fun of her. What do you think Li Qin said? However, in the end, he still decided to readily admit it. "Yes! He told me. I never thought that Little Jing was also someone who was infatuated with love!! "

Linghu Xiaojing suddenly blushed. It was fine if she said all these out for strangers, but knew what it meant.

Taking a deep breath, Linghu Xiaojing said: "Yes, I am very inflexible. What I have decided on, is that."

Rong Cuo nodded: "I will be the same as you."

Linghu Xiaojing glanced at him in dejection.

He had never thought that the two of them would meet again in such a situation after eight years. He could even speak in such a calm ma

er. It was really too strange for her.

Right at this moment, Linghu Xiaojing's stomach let out a soft groan. She was probably hungry.

Rong Cuo laughed: "Let's eat first."

She gently kissed the back of her hand. If not for the lust in her eyes, Linghu Xiaojing would have thought that this person was a noble young master with an elegant demeanor.

When Rong Cuo walked out, a beautiful girl came in and helped him change. Although Linghu Xiaojing was unwilling, she didn't have the strength to resist. She looked around her as she let the girl help her change her clothes in a state of anxiety. This was a private villa far away from the city. From the window, she could see all the tall trees. There was no sign of any other house. There was everything in the room, even the phone, the cell phone, and anything else that could get a weapon.

Linghu Xiaojing was forced to wear extremely pointed high heels and a pink doll skirt that she hadn't worn since she was twelve years old. There were even long bows tied around her head.

Every girl in their 19's and 20's hoped that they could quickly mature so that they could attract the attention of the men in their hearts. Only an old woman would be willing to act tender!

She hated the way she dressed, as if she was no longer herself, a plaything in the palm of someone else's hand.

"Mr. Rong is very good at choosing clothes, Miss looks like a Barbie doll! "So cute!"

The pretty girl who helped Linghu Xiaojing dress looked very much like a little girl in Japan when she spoke.

Barbie?

Damn, these were the things that she, Linghu Xiaojing, hated the most.

She was not some princess, miss, her toys were all guns and explosives tossed to her by the Young Master Xiao.

Not intending to conceal her disgust at all, Linghu Xiaojing glared coldly at the beautiful girl's exaggerated look.

The pretty girl had good eyesight, seeing Linghu Xiaojing's impatient look, she immediately stopped talking.

He obediently led Miss Linghu down the stairs.

The villa was not big, and even the living room was small. Surprisingly, it seemed warm and cozy.

It was not the villa in Young Master Xiao. There were obviously many people, but it made Linghu Xiaojing feel lonely.

It seemed that even the servants there were noble Frenchmen.

Only she was out of place.

And here, including that a

oying Rong Cuo. The servants and girls in the living room were all Chinese.

Yellow skin, black hair.

He had clearly fallen into a trap, but Linghu Xiaojing gave birth to a sense of familiarity.

She had a headache, looking at Rong Cuo who was still smiling gently, she couldn't help but rub her temples.

Rong Cuo did not speak, and his gaze never left Linghu Xiaojing.

There was a tinge of repressed desire in her gentleness.

He did not intend to frighten his cherries.

Although eight years have passed, the little cherry has become more sweet, more sexy.