Traps Of Love

Florence, villa hotel.

The gorgeous and classic round bed has been completely occupied by Xiaomeng Bao. He is not honest when he sleeps,

but there is one principle that will never change, that is, he will stick to MI Xiaoya all the time, just like a shadow.

No matter where Mi Xiaoya is, Xiaomeng Bao follows him and twists Bai pang to catch up with him.

It seems that all kinds of hugs are not enough for mummy. It seems that as soon as you let go, the beautiful Mummy will disappear.

Therefore, Gong Mo was forced to rest in the guest room next to him, playing one or two elegant and melodious piano pieces from time to time.

The golden light falls on the black and white keys of the piano, full of bright light.

Slender white fingers in the keyboard between the walk, ink jade general Danfeng eyes, is rippling open light loss.

Indeed, MI Xiaoya has always been Mi Xiaoya, arrogant and uninhibited without fringes,

she is a gentle and stubborn woman.

However, there is something wrong with tassels.

In this gamble, Xiaoya is not sure of losing.

These two days together, palace Mo in her clear eyes, even a trace of happiness did not see.

No matter how beautiful the scenery in Florence is, no matter how tender and affectionate his love poems are,

Mi Xiaoya's eyes are only estranged.

Her heart is elsewhere.

Gong Mo is not a fool without reason. On the contrary, he looks so thoroughly that he finally understands why the fringes always frown and say that he is Hui Ji and will be hurt.

One hundred and three star moon Bodhi, one hundred and three past events falling into the dust.

Miyamoto will always remember that day five years ago, in Michelangelo Square, she walked to him hiding in the dark corner.

Tell him to go with her.

She will take him to a better world, a better life, and cure his stuttering.

How timid he was at that time.

Even though I grew up in the most noble British family, I was regarded as a monster because of autism and didn't even have a friend.

Until -

the appearance of white fringes.

The future and the past are now floating in front of him. Suddenly, Gongmo feels that time is a feast coming and going,

fair, cold, rich and wanton, spreading out the days in front of everyone.

The pen that once cherished, the cake that has been greedy for several months, and the person who is eager to wear, gradually become a grain of countless dust.

When the breeze blows up, there will be no ripples.

Those forgotten in the years of love or restlessness, or even once deep-rooted resentment, but also so.

There is nothing more thrilling than the past two words themselves.

Even for today's mi Xiaoya, he can't even count the past, only belongs to the memory sealed, forgotten corner.

How lonely -

Gong Mo stops on the keyboard of his finger. He suddenly gets up and walks out of the room.

He takes a deep look at the golden light and shadow pouring from MI Xiaoya's room, the profile of mother and son reading fairy tales together, and the dazzling happiness of his heart.

How can we not be jealous.

If he didn't agree to let the bet of tassel live, tassel would not go to Leng Zetian, and would not have given birth to the child because of an impulsive bet -

in Gongmo's elegant eyes, the pain was diffused in the night.

However, the child should not disturb them for long.

Soon, Xiaoya will belong to him again.

In the moonlight, the slender figure walks slowly down the stone steps of the villa to the garden fountain.

"Master Arthur, that child hasn't eaten for several days. Would you like to have a look?" The waiter in black asked respectfully.

"Bring me my room." The palace Mo orders a way, the eye is already not the usual day of gentleness, but kill to cut the sharp and resolute.

The waiter in black hesitated a little and said slowly, "that child is very quiet."

"Medication." Palace Mo voice still and mu, but cold but make life out of cold.

The waiter in black gave a little meal. She was a two-year-old girl. She had just witnessed the whole family being brutally killed in front of her eyes. It was a miracle that she was not crazy. Now she is taking medicine. If she is really crazy. What's the point of the living?

However, he has no courage and is not qualified to ask this question.

Arthur's means, the assassination he has seen very clearly.

This is a more ruthless man than fairlow, even with the most beautiful skin in the world, can not change the fact that he is the devil.

"Yes." The waiter in Black said in a low voice.

In the room on the second floor of the villa, Xiaomeng Bao is lying in the quilt happily and sweetly, listening to the story told by the beautiful mother.

From Cinderella to Alibaba and the forty thieves, and from monkey to moon to the twelve zodiac fables, MI Xiaoya feels that she has almost finished all the fairy tales she knows, but xiaomengbao still has no intention of sleeping.Time, it is already one o'clock in the morning, the eyes of the little glutinous rice ball in my arms are still black and shining, very lovely.

"Mommy, you must be tired, or I'll tell you and coax you to sleep, OK?"

Mi Xiaoya's heart was slightly warm, nodded and agreed, "little guy, what do you want to say?"

Xiaomeng Bao's long eyelashes flutter twice like a small fan. Then she puts her beautiful pink face close to Mommy's palm, and her big eyes are filled with happiness.

"I'm going to tell you a secret that I've never told anyone."

"I've always wanted to tell the secret of the beauty Mommy -"

Mi Xiaoya felt her hands wet and her heart trembled. She couldn't help holding the little glutinous rice ball tighter and gently patting him on the back, "don't feel bad, Mommy won't leave. You can tell mommy anything, and Mommy will listen."

Xiaomeng Bao nodded hard and said wrongly, "once, when he saw a picture on the Internet, the children in the picture couldn't find mummy since childhood, so he drew a mummy on the ground with chalk, and then slept in the arms of the mummy painted on the ground -"

"he felt that even if it was fake, it was like a hug from mummy. ”

with that, xiaomengbao could not help but shed tears, "Mommy, although big ice face has never told me, I also know that my illness can't be cured. So - "

" at that time, I was so afraid that, like the children in the photo, I would never find mummy. "

"I'm so scared, so scared, I'll die without meeting Mommy -"

"so, on my birthday last year, I secretly made a wish, that is, as long as I see a beautiful Mommy, even if I really die, I'm willing to."

Xiaomeng Bao almost started to cry, and her long eyelashes were full of crystal drops,

"but now I really see the beautiful Mommy, I'm really happy!"

"Mommy, I want to be with you all the time,

I don't want to die - I'm so scared -

what should I do?"