Originally, I thought that being abroad would mean no interaction with Xu Xia, but who would have expected that girl to also arrive in Rome.
If that girl sees me, she’ll definitely think I’m deceiving her.
Thinking of Xu Xia’s temper, Leng Zirui felt a headache coming on.
"In such a big city, you two probably won’t run into each other." Leng Zimo noticed his worry and softly comforted him.
Leng Zirui shot him a glance, "For someone who’s directed films before, don’t you know that reality can be more dramatic than movies? If you want to avoid someone, you’re bound to bump into them."
Leng Zimo raised his eyebrows, "Did you forget you’re the Crow’s Mouth, the Prophecy Emperor, huh?"
Upon hearing this, Leng Zirui immediately turned his face away.
"I spit, spit, spit, may the bad omens not come true, God, Tathagata, Jesus, Guanyin Bodhisattva, all deities, please protect me. Although I miss my dear wife, right now I really can’t run into her. I’m begging you all."
Leng Zimo looked at him without laughing or speaking.
Because deep down, he knew that his younger brother was always an atheist, so for him to say such things could only mean one thing—he loves Xu Xia, and loves her a lot. He doesn’t want her dragged into his issues, or face any danger.
His aide opened the trunk and placed the groceries inside, and Leng Zirui had stopped praying, leaning back against the car seat, a hand reaching out of his pocket, fingertips softly stroking the sunscreen inside.
Their Xu Xia is coming to Rome!
This news made him worried, yet inexplicably a little excited.
With the roar of the motor, the speedboat cut through the waves, leaving the coast for the island.
Watching the receding coast, Leng Zimo turned his gaze forward.
The speedboat swiftly moved ahead, heading out to sea.
Several hours later, as dusk fell once again, that long-lost island finally appeared in Leng Zimo’s sight. Seeing the lights on the island, imagining soon seeing Luo Xiaoqian, Leng Zimo couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement.
The speedboat docked, and Leng Zirui pulled him off the boat, his hand instinctively tightened on his wrist, once again softly reminding.
"Watch your expressions and emotions." Saying this, he gave Leng Zimo a push forward, "Come on, check out your new kitchen, my chef sir."

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