Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“On the afternoon of the 13th, that day coincided with the anniversary of her dead father, I left work early, made her and his father's favorite dish, and I ate in front of two empty bowls of chopsticks, that sour. Her father may have spoken. At this time, she coughed twice..."

Number 13...

Gu Qiu listened, heart, pulled hard.

That day, it happened to be a yacht explosion--

And the day this girl jumped off the building, that was the day that Song never worried about the accident.

She jumped from the building in the morning, and Song was worried about the car accident in the morning.

Time doesn't exactly reach the hour and the minute, but the date is so coincidental...

Gu Zheng clasped his thin lips tightly, his emotions rolled over and his heart beat wildly.

Pastoral hearts, on the other hand, are painful, gripping, hanging by their hands, holding tight.

His eyes were locked in Huang Ling's face.

She inherited Song's worry-free soul?

Look at her rhyme, completely different from the woman he knew.

Kind of resembles the arrogant, traveling Song.

Gu Qiu suppressed his inner excitement, came forward and sat down in front of the bed.

Huang Lingmei looked at him without turning her eyes and saw him looking at herself. She mumbled and looked at him in the dark.

“You know me?” Gu Qiao asked.

Huang Ling suddenly smiled, and the laughter of "Rolling” was the same as that of Song Li, who was not worried before the accident.

“Gu Xiao, my husband, how can you not know him?” The girl looked at Gu Qiang with a smile on her face, "I'm not stupid. Besides, you can't leave me alone. I won't divorce you for you and my sister. ”

“Huang Ling, did you jump for him?” Woman surprised: “Didn't you jump for Zhang Dong? ”

“Have you done enough? What? Seven months ago, what jumped in front of me, okay? I'm bored.” Huang Ling glanced at the woman unhappily, "If you're not dying, I'll call my stepmother to prove to you that I'm not your daughter. ”

He said, reaching out and asking Gu Xiao for a phone call, “Gu Xiao, give me a call. ”

When she woke up, it seemed like everything had changed and she couldn't even find the phone.

Lipped slightly, he looked slightly at the little hand he reached out to.

Probably because she slept a lot and her hands were small.

She has a large number and if she doesn't reach over, her little hand is always on her sleeve and she can't see her hand.

And that stretched out, and I just saw half her fingers.

Lift your hands up and help her roll up her sleeves.

He's very light in this move.

Huang Ling glanced at him with dismay: “Gu Jiao...? ”

Gu Qiang looked at her, “Surprised? ”

Huang Lingben's pale face rose a little red and was stunned to hear his low voice.

“You... don't you hate me enough to ignore me? How can you help me...” Curly sleeves?

Huang Ling bowed her head and glanced at her hands without sleeves covered.

She frowned slightly, very tangled, like thinking.

And then I lifted my other hand, and I looked, and I mumbled, “Weird, isn't there a scar on my arm? I cut my pulse and couldn't stay. ”

“When did you cut your pulse and kill yourself? Why didn't I know?” The woman came up and looked at Huang Ling with surprise.

Huang Ling looked up at the woman arrogantly: "Do I have to inform you of anything I do? You said you were my mother. You're not Yang Xiaolan. How did you become my mother? Somehow. ”