Wrong marriage! The black-bellied uncle wants a legitimate status every day

Chapter 128 "The Bodhisattva cannot fulfill my wish, only you can"

His expression didn't seem to be one of doubt, but rather one of conviction.

Lin Mingmo couldn't stand Sheng Yuan's gaze at all.

Suddenly, she felt that what she was stepping on was not the soil of the mountain, but the clouds in the sky.

In front of Sheng Yuan, she is always the prey hiding everywhere.

She could only lower her head, avoiding his gaze, and said weakly: "You were in a car accident... Seeing that you were so unlucky, I asked for this for you..."

He was right.

Lin Mingmo was indeed thinking of him when she asked for this talisman.

"If you don't believe this..." Lin Mingmo's voice trembled as she tried her best to look indifferent, "Just throw it away."

Sheng Yuan's heart was shaken, and his sternum was in pain.

Very unexpected and pleasantly surprised.

It’s also very uncomfortable.

The harder your heart beats, the more uncomfortable you feel.

He opened the side of his coat and solemnly placed the sachet in the pocket close to his chest. Looking at Lin Mingmo's flushed face, he said in a deep voice, "Thank you."

His palm gently stroked his chest, and the rhythm of his heartbeat became clearer.

Sheng Yuan's eyes turned red, and he raised the corners of his mouth, "This is the best birthday present I've ever received."

Lin Mingmo raised her eyes and their gaze met hers. Her uneasy heart felt dizzy as if she was drunk.

"Actually... they're not worth much... These are wholesale handicrafts, and the cost is only a few dollars each... I'm just seeking psychological comfort." She inexplicably wanted to refute.

I was afraid that Sheng Yuan would take this too seriously and that he would misunderstand something again.

"Thoughts are priceless." Sheng Yuan smiled calmly, "The value of a gift depends on the person who gives it..."

The coldness in his eyes melted away, and tenderness like water flowed out.

This woman...

no way.

Lin Mingmo always manages to pry his heart open a little the moment it closes.

Sheng Yuan raised his eyebrows, stared at Lin Mingmo's face, and thought to himself: This time, you were the one who provoked me first.

Lin Mingmo had no choice but to shrug her shoulders and put on an impatient expression, "Whatever you think, I'm leaving."

Sheng Yuan looked around and asked, "Are you here alone? Where's Mo Zheng?"

Lin Mingmo panicked and stammered, "Well...it seems he went down the mountain to wait for me first."

After saying that, she touched her nose.

This obvious lie...

Sheng Yuan raised his eyebrows, shook his head slightly, and grabbed her wrist again, "You're lying."

His palm was slightly warm, and the temperature transmitted from it was very comfortable when wrapped around Lin Mingmo's slightly cool wrist.

"You came here alone? Huh?"

Seeing Lin Mingmo evading, Sheng Yuan confirmed his guess.

She said she didn't care, but she came to ask for a peace amulet for him...

"Don't leave alone, in case something unexpected happens..." Sheng Yuan's tone was slightly stern.

Lin Mingmo struggled slightly and complained unhappily, "What kind of danger could there be... This isn't some desolate mountain or wilderness."

"Just think of it as accompanying me, okay?" There was a hint of pleading in Sheng Yuan's eyes.

He didn't believe that Lin Mingmo didn't have him in her heart.

Originally, his injury had not healed yet, so he had planned not to come here today.

But the habit that had lasted for more than ten years was suddenly broken. He was always uneasy and had a vague feeling that he would regret it if he didn't come.

So here he is.

So he met Lin Mingmo.

So he received the amulet that Lin Mingmo personally requested.

Sheng Yuan glanced at the yellow tiles and red walls of the temple and smiled knowingly.

Even if it is a bad fate, he must seize it.

Sheng Yuan bent down slightly, moved closer to her, and asked softly, "Have you thought about it?"

Lin Mingmo was suddenly startled, her pupils dilated, reflecting his handsome face.

"Why... why..."

"Consider it my birthday wish." Sheng Yuan smiled faintly. "I want you to stay with me, for a day, half a day... or even two hours. I'll go down the mountain with you later, and once I see you leave safely, I promise not to bother you anymore."

After a pause, he uttered a charming "Hmm?"

Although Lin Mingmo's heart was moved, she still refused ruthlessly, "You should go to the Bodhisattva to make a wish."

"The Bodhisattva cannot fulfill my wish, only you can." Sheng Yuan looked sincere.

The face was so close that Lin Mingmo could see the fine hairs and skin textures on his face. Her heart felt numb and the trembling sensation spread throughout her body, making her more and more drunk.

No, no.

Don't be fooled by beauty.

Lin Mingmo clenched her palms and said tremblingly, "We don't have a very good relationship." Then she forcefully pulled her wrists out of Sheng Yuan's shackles.

Sheng Yuan resisted, and his chest was inevitably affected when he exerted force. His injuries had not yet fully recovered, and he suddenly grimaced in pain and gasped.

"hiss--"

"Stop pretending!"

Lin Mingmo thought he was acting and turned around to leave.

But in an instant, she seemed to see the cold sweat oozing from Sheng Yuan's forehead and his face as if he had lost blood, and she couldn't help but stop.

"you……"

Sheng Yuan placed his palm gently on his chest, pressing the sachet with his palm. Perhaps it was a psychological effect, but the pain was slightly relieved.

"I am fine."

Sheng Yuan endured the pain and tried his best to appear calm.

Lin Mingmo wouldn't be stupid enough to believe such an obvious lie.

She clenched her fists, her eyes reddened, and she asked in a trembling voice, "Tell me the truth, how badly were you injured in the car accident?"

"No..." Sheng Yuan still wanted to deny it.

"I will only stay if you tell the truth." Lin Mingmo frowned and interrupted the lie that was about to come out.

Sheng Yuan let out a sigh and looked at Lin Mingmo's serious expression. Finally, he stopped holding it back and frowned and bared his teeth, revealing a look of pain.

"My sternum is fractured... The doctor said I need to rest for a week."

"Sheng Yuan, you!" Lin Mingmo was suddenly anxious and angry. "What's wrong with you? You're running up the mountain before you're even fully recovered? Who on earth is there on the mountain?"

Her face flushed with anger, tears welled up in her eyes, and her hair, messed up by the breeze, fluttered in front of her face.

Sheng Yuan slowly took a step closer, tilted his head and said, "What do you think?"

If he hadn't come today, when would the amulet that Lin Mingmo had asked for be delivered to him?

While Lin Mingmo was still dazed, he raised his hand to ruffle her hair and said in a steady tone, "I'm fine. It's just a minor bone fracture. It will heal on its own. As long as you don't do anything big, I can still bear it."

"But... it hurts..." Lin Mingmo pursed her lips, feeling so aggrieved that she was about to cry.

It was clearly not her who was injured, nor was it her who was in pain, but she felt inexplicably angry.

People who don't take care of their bodies deserve to suffer.

She frowned and glared at Sheng Yuan, angrily retorting, "Yes, yes, I don't know who was grimacing in pain just now!"

A hint of smile appeared in Sheng Yuan's eyes. "Okay, now that I've told you the truth, the rest of your time today belongs to me."

As he said that, he grabbed Lin Mingmo's wrist and walked into the temple.

"You--" Lin Mingmo didn't dare to use force. It was still early and she had nothing to do, so she stayed to see what Sheng Yuan was going to do.

"I can only stay with you for two hours, that's agreed." Lin Mingmo said.

Sheng Yuan didn't say anything.

After entering the temple, Lin Mingmo asked Sheng Yuan to let go of her hand on the grounds that it was not appropriate to pull or tug in front of the Buddha.

Sheng Yuan took three incense sticks, slowly knelt on the cushion, and repeated the process as Lin Mingmo had done.

Lin Mingmo stood aside and watched quietly. In the smoke, Sheng Yuan was focused and pious.

She couldn't help but wonder what wish Sheng Yuan made to the Bodhisattva?

In the past, she always thought that people like Sheng Yuan would not make a wish to the Buddha.

After all…what could he not get that he wanted?

But now, Lin Mingmo doesn't think so.

Everyone has things they want but cannot get, and people like Sheng Yuan are no exception.

After offering incense, Sheng Yuan stood up, looked at Lin Mingmo, and asked, "Do you want to know what I usually do on this day every year?"

Lin Mingmo was stunned for a few seconds, then frowned and asked, "Who's interested?"

Having said that, when Sheng Yuan walked deeper into the temple, Lin Mingmo hesitated for a few seconds but still followed him.

The two of them walked side by side, with a fist's distance between them.

Walking along the corridor, the scent of incense and candles gradually faded. The temple was quiet, with few people and only a few young monks occasionally seen.

Lin Mingmo couldn't help but ask the question that had been pent up in her heart for a long time, "Sheng Yuan, why do you come to this place every birthday? Is there anything special about it?"