Love is like melting

Chapter 49 Then He Cried 1
Yusha replied: "In the garden."

Lian Mo strode over, disliked walking too slowly, and started running in the night garden.

Mood, a little impatient.

Ji Yerong squatted in front of the flowerbed and listened carefully to the gardener's explanation of what to pay attention to when planting hibiscus flowers and how to take care of them.

Hibiscus flower is the name of hibiscus. Besides plum blossom, hibiscus is the favorite of hibiscus.

Seeing so many flowers at the Presidential Palace today, she remembered the hibiscus plant she saw in the orphanage when she was a child, and wanted to plant a few herself, and when the flowers bloomed, she would take the blooming hibiscus flowers to see the hibiscus, presumably She will be happy.

Lian Mo saw the gardener from a distance and didn't stop to take care of his presidential image. He didn't stop until he ran up to Ji Yerong.

Running all the way out of breath, he shouted with a smile on his face, "Ayu—"

Ji Yerong acted as if he hadn't heard of him, and didn't even look up at him, treating him like air.

The gardener bowed and said hello, and secretly clicked his tongue: This Miss Ji must be a little courageous.

Still angry?

Lian Mo waved his hand to signal the gardener to leave first. He didn't care about his own image, but if A Yu gave him a bad look and was seen by others, he would always feel a little uncomfortable in his heart and feel ashamed.

The gardener left tactfully, he said everything that should be said, and the rest depends on what Miss Ji does.

Lian Mo walked up to Ji Yerong and squatted down, seeing her white fingers holding a shovel in one hand and soil in the other, he frowned and said, "I don't know how to get you a pair of gloves."

Ji Yerong's movements were unhurried, as if he hadn't heard his words.

"Come on, let me help you." Lian Mo reached out and took the shovel from her hand and threw it aside, gently patting the dirt off her hand.

Ji Yerong raised his heroic eyebrows, glanced at him coldly, got up, turned around and left.

Lian Mo was startled, and then a helpless and doting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His Ayu got angry with him, which really made him a little helpless.

He has never coaxed a girl in his life, and he doesn't know how to coax a girl. Let him think about it, what should he do to calm Ayu?

When Ji Yerong returned to the house, Yu Sha brought warm water to wash her hands and wiped the water off her hands.

Standing in front of the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, she saw him squatting there like a one-armed man wielding a shovel to bury the hibiscus flower from a distance.

Who would have thought that Lian Mo, who is famous for his cleanliness and is notoriously picky, would squat in the garden one day planting flowers?

For Yu Lianmo, planting flowers is tantamount to a disaster, because contact with soil and dust is a rhythm that can kill a person with a cleanliness every minute.

Ji Yerong planted one plant, and the remaining two plants were planted by Lian Mo.

When they came back, dusk fell and the sky was dim. Ji Yerong was still standing in front of the French windows. He walked over and stood at the place corresponding to her by the French windows.

The muddy hands wrote something on the clean glass, and the thin lips opened and closed, talking silently. ###Life is poetry, wrestling with the dead
There was light in the room through a layer of glass, and Lian Mo couldn't see the emotion on Ayu's face in the backlight, but Ji Yerong could see his handsome face clearly, his thin lips opened and closed slowly, repeating the narration with a word.

He is saying: You have turned my life into poetry.

Fingers stained with mud reached into his bosom and took out a flower, perhaps it had been hidden in his bosom for too long, the flower was a little faded, he wanted to give it to Ayu as if offering a treasure.

It was obviously silent, but Ji Yerong seemed to hear his hoarse voice echoing in his ears, saying that she was a poem in his life.

Holding a flower in his hand, and looking at the words he wrote, the heart lake seems to be thrown a small stone, and the ripples are dizzy in circles.

This man... is really too clever, he knows how to handle her seven inches every time.

It's really disappointing.

Yes, it is unwilling.

How can I forgive.

Nor can it be forgiven.

The drooping eyelashes blocked the light in the bottom of the eyes, and he turned to leave.

Seeing that she was leaving, Lian Mo hurried into the house and chased Ji Yerong at the stairs, "Ayu."

Because he was holding flowers and mud in his hands, he didn't pull her sleeves.

Ji Yerong didn't respond, she kept walking up, Lian Mo followed behind her, and whispered impatiently: "Ayu...Ayu...Ayu..."

He wasn't bothered, but Ji Yerong didn't like him, so he stopped at the corner and turned to stare at him: "Shut up."

Lian Mo stopped, and Jun Ba's figure was very close to her, covering her whole body, looking from behind as if she was tightly embraced by him.

Ji Yerong's face was indifferent, but he smiled and stared at her with doting eyes.

Looking at it like this, it looks like two people in love, one is angry and shivering coldly, ignoring others, while the other shamelessly follows behind and puts his hot face on the other's cold ass.

Now Ji Yerong seemed more like the unreasonable party in love.

The cold eyes shifted from his face to the flowers in his hands, and the brows were slightly closed: "This is the first time you gave me flowers."

This is definitely not a moving tone.

Lian Mo heard her voice-over, carefully looked at the flower in his hand, and thought it was not bad, the faint fragrance of the flower spread all over his arms.

"It doesn't matter what flowers you send, what matters is your heart." He said seriously, his shining eyes were like a huge sucker, trying to suck Ji Yerong in, "I'll hide it in my arms for a while. It is full of fragrance, if you don’t believe me, smell it.”

Before Ji Yerong could react, his slender arms had already wrapped around her slender waist and brought her into his arms.

She instinctively wanted to push him away, but before she did, a gust of warm wind blew by her ears, accompanied by his hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, I won't be so fierce to you in the future. Ayu, don't be angry with fourth brother, don't Fourth Brother Li, okay! Huh?"

The sound of the last word is full of seductive coaxing.

Ji Yerong froze, put his hands on his chest, lowered his head, and didn't speak for a while.

In the past, if she kept silent and didn't talk to him, he would do the same, saying in a coaxing tone: "Ayu, don't ignore fourth brother!"

Every time I hear him say something like this, my thoughts flow, how can I ignore him.

Mu Jin often said in the world: Your Excellency never takes you seriously, but is sure that you dare not do anything.After all, it's not that you are used to him, if you don't respond to his requests, let's see if he dares to be so ignorant of cherishing you!

Later, Ji Yerong also thought about it, if he didn't respond to him, didn't obey him so much, and let him completely control his emotions, would he know how to cherish himself?

Will not.

Because there is no "if" in this world.

She kept her head down and said nothing, Lianmo couldn't figure out what she was thinking, whether she was angry or not.

Warm voice called her cautiously: "Ayu?"

Ji Yerong's thoughts were withdrawn from the past, he raised his head to meet him with clear eyes, and his lips parted slightly: "If you promise me one thing, I won't be angry anymore."

"What's the matter?" Lian Mo raised his eyebrows, not to mention one thing, as long as it made Ayu happy, he would be willing to do a hundred things.

"I'm going to pay homage to Liancheng tomorrow."

Before she finished speaking, the corners of Lian Mo's mouth froze, and suddenly sank, and blurted out in a cold voice: "No, this matter can't be done."

Ji Yerong's clear eyes met his gaze, and his lips were already pursed into a line, shimmering a little bit indifferently.

"Ayu, don't force me." He pulled his lips and asked her to worship Liancheng?

Unless he is crazy!

Even if Liancheng died, he would never let Ayu see the dead man again.

Ji Yerong brushed his hand away, his eyes shifted from his handsome face, as if he had nothing to say to him anymore.

Lian Mo's left hand was hanging stiffly by his side, his fingertips felt a biting pain, and he slowly clenched into a fist.

That flower has long been ravaged in his palm.

He watched her back disappear into the corner of the corridor, but he couldn't make a sound to stop her.

Because it was absolutely impossible for him to agree to allow her to worship Liancheng.

On the night before Lian Cheng's death, Lian Mo and Ji Yerong had a conversation.

The content of the conversation was mainly aimed at the task of "Seduce Liancheng".

When Lian Mo heard that Ji Yerong said that he wanted to give up the mission, a look of astonishment flashed across his eyes, and he blurted out, "Why?"

Ji Yerong stood in front of him, lowered his head, and after a long silence, he slowly said, "He's fine."

Lian Mo frowned, the light in his eyes was like an ice cone lingering at her, "Do you like him?"

He is very good, so good that you like him, so you don't want to continue, for fear of hurting him.

Apart from this understanding, Lian Mo couldn't think of any other reason that would make her want to give up the mission.

Ji Yerong kept his head down, stared at his toes, and remained silent for a long time.

More like default.

For a moment, Lian Mo's heart seemed to be slapped hard, and he stood up suddenly, his chest was so close that he almost hit her with her head down.

The slender and well-defined fingers pinched her jaw tightly, and raised her head forcefully, forcing her to look at him.

There was sullenness and coldness in the deep eyes, and when he heard his own voice, he almost gritted his teeth and asked again.

"Ayu, do you really like Liancheng?"

Ji Yerong's jaw hurt from being pinched by him. His strength seemed to crush her bones, and his fair skin quickly turned crimson.

She bit her inner lip tightly, and quickly tasted a piece of blood.

"I asked you, didn't I?" He ordered her to answer his own question.

"I can guarantee that he will not marry Liu Ruolan." Her cold voice came out with difficulty.

It's fine if she doesn't say anything, but as soon as the words came out, Lian Mo's hand that was holding her was released suddenly, with a little strength, Ji Yerong stepped back as if caught off guard, and took two steps back.

"Fourth Brother——" The lights in the room were not turned on, and she looked at him through the moonlight, but unfortunately he was bathed in darkness, all emotions were hidden, and there was no way to follow.

She just felt a cold and suffocating breath sweeping towards her.

"Ayu has never disobeyed my orders, are you going to disobey Fourth Brother today for Liancheng?"

His voice came calmly from the dark place, and the previous sullenness instantly dissipated without any emotion.

Ji Yerong was silent.

His voice came out slowly, "It seems that Ayu really likes him. If Ayu likes it, fourth brother will not ruin it."

There was a look of surprise in Ji Yerong's eyes, he didn't expect him to agree so easily.

"I can withdraw the order, but what will Ayu give in exchange?" The indifferent voice was irresistible.

"Anything." Ji Yerong replied without hesitation.

Lian Mo sat back on the leather chair, with his back to Ji Yerong, so she didn't know that his hand on the armrest tightened silently, and his veins stood out.

"I'll think about it, you go back first."

Ji Yerong bowed, turned and left.

Not long after, there were violent cracking sounds in the office, one after another.

It's just that Ji Yerong, who was walking away, didn't hear it.

That night, Liancheng died, on the only way to Ji Yerong's residence.

When he died, Lianmo's cufflinks were tightly clutched in his hand.

A cufflink cannot determine that Lian Mo killed Lian Cheng, but everyone believes that Lian Mo killed Lian Cheng.

(End of this chapter)