more than she did. 。"Why aren't you speaking" Leng Yechen's eyes grew colder, and his voice no longer held the same gentleness as before. 。Tong Yimo shrank her legs, hugged her knees, and no longer l..."Yimò" Leng Zhùjǐng softly called out.

Tong Yimo's thoughts were pulled back. She hurriedly put the photo back into the transparent pocket of her wallet and handed it to Leng Zhulang.

"Your wallet fell!" Tong Yimo smiled slightly, presenting the wallet with both hands.

Cold Noon Scene took the wallet from Tong Yimo's hand, casually put it into his own pocket, and smiled, saying, "Thank you."

Tong Yimo shook her head, and suddenly thought of something. She tentatively asked: "Zhuang Jing, who named you"

"My grandfather," Leng Zhujing answered gently.

"Well... have you ever used any other names before" Tong Yimo couldn't help but ask curiously.

Leng Zhujing wryly smiled and nodded, "I have used it before, but my grandfather thought the name was offensive to my father."

"Is it called 'Dragon's Guard' " Tong Yimo asked eagerly.

Leng Zhubing looked at Tong Yimo with surprise.

Tong Yimo saw a look of disbelief on Leng Zhulang's handsome face, and happily raised her hand to gesture, her smile radiant as she continued, "I'm Mo Mo! I'm Mo Mo! Xiao Wei, don't you remember When we were little, at Grandma's house, I caught fish for you to eat! Grandma wanted us to bathe together, but you refused. You said you were a boy, and boys couldn't bathe with girls. Also, you didn't like drinking goat's milk, so I drank it for you. You also played the harmonica, and it sounded really good. And..."

"And you, you are the little princess buried deep in my heart." Leng Zhuxi suddenly reached out, interrupting Tong Yimo's words while pulling her waist into his arms, gently holding her close.

Tong Yi Mo was stunned by this unexpected embrace, only feeling Leng Zhu Jing's pair of sturdy arms, hugging her tighter and tighter.

Originally...

He still remembered her...

For so many years, her memories of him have been buried in her dreams.

She always thought it was a dream, and once she woke up, everything disappeared. She never bothered to recall that all of this had truly existed.

Even the cold midday scene felt like it once was. He also thought that it was just a yellow dream from his childhood.

In my dream, there was a little girl wearing a pink dress. She was very beautiful and cute.

"When I grow up, I'll come back and marry you, take you away from this mountain, and show you the big city where we live. Will you"

When he was little, the words he said to her before they parted ways suddenly came flooding back to him.

"Mo Mo, I kept my promise and married you." Leng Zhujing said with contentment. Though it was a series of twists and turns, their fate felt as if it had been destined long ago.

Tong Yimo suddenly realized that she really liked Leng Zhulang's embrace. In his arms, she felt warm and very safe.

Ling Zhujing held Tong Yimo tightly, a genuine smile playing on her lips.

From now on, Momo was the only person his mother left him in this world that was worth cherishing.

For the first time, Ji Siyan felt a sense of crisis upon Tong Yimo's arrival.

Although she was the third party in the marriage between Ajing and that someone named Yimo, in Jisiyan's eyes, that someone named Yimo was the third party in her and Ajing's love.

Maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her, but even separated by a wall, she could hear Ah Jing and that someone named Yi Mo laughing and talking happily.

Before long, she even heard the creaking of the big bed swaying, as well as the man's panting and the woman's moans.

At this moment, Ji Siyan felt her thoughts were a little muddled.

She wandered alone in the room for a long, long time, even until the middle of the night, she was unable to fall asleep.

As expected, she couldn't bear her Ajing sleeping with another woman.

Leng Zhuxiang was woken up by a phone call. He hurriedly pressed the mute button and subconsciously glanced at Tong Yimo beside him.

Tong Yimo was lying on her side facing him, the corners of her mouth slightly raised. Her hands rested on the pillow, and she slept deeply and soundly, the phone call just now having absolutely no effect on her sleep.

Leng Zhujing smiled, reaching out to brush away Tong Yimo's bangs and leaning down to place a gentle kiss on her brow.

Just as he was about to fall asleep again, his phone screen lit up.

Leng Zhujing picked up her phone and glanced at the content on the screen. She was so scared that her eyes widened, and she immediately threw off the covers, got out of bed, put on her slippers, and left the room.

He came alone to Ji Siyan's door, found the door ajar, hesitated for a moment, and then walked in.

As expected, he saw Ji Siyan sitting on the railing of the balcony, "patta patta" her tears falling.

Leng Zhulang strode past.

Ji Siyan cried with tears streaming down her face, but the moment she looked up, she saw the man standing at the balcony door. Her thoughts of suicide vanished instantly. She quickly jumped down from the railing and rushed to the balcony door, embracing him tightly: "Sobbing—Ajing... I can't live without you! Don't leave me, okay Ajing... I love you! I really, truly love you! Please... please don't give up on me!"

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