Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Huang Ling came down and Gu Zheng moved forward. Soon, the two of them stood face to face.

Huang Ling is not as smart as Song Min Xiao.

When she heard about the crash, her heart ached not a single word or two.

God knows how dark she lived that time, but seeing that Song None of her worries survived so strongly, she also learned how she looked and lived hard.

If it wasn't, she might be upset.

Now let her live as Huang Ling, not the mother of the original master, not Song Wuxi, not to mention herself.

It's him...

Except for him, in this world, she has no one worthy of remembrance.

In addition to following his memories, although not good, it was the spirit that supported her to live.

Love him, you don't have to take him.

It's nice to be alive and see him happy.

What's the point of living without seeing his happiness?

Huang Ling used to think about it, and she waited another six months.

Six months later, Gu Zheng hasn't returned yet, she chose euthanasia and went to heaven with him...

She hopes that in the world, he will not be loved.

In heaven, we can wait for each other.

When she heard that the international community had found him and healed his wounds.

She went back to her room, locked herself in, inside, crying.

She had to cover her mouth with a quilt and cry.

Not a sad cry, but a kind of excitement and joy that can be reunited after life and death.

She is all the more excited and moved to see him standing alive in front of her.

God kept him alive. She was touched.

“Girl, didn't you eat? So skinny.” Brother Gu Qiang looked at Huang Ling with sorrow.

He had a low voice with his brother loving his sister's tenderness.

Huang Ling listened, tears, instantly came out of her orbit.

“Wow...”

She shouted and cried. She couldn't help it. She hugged Gu Qiang and cried: "I heard you were among the victims of the crash. I think the sky has fallen. Wow -”

Gu Qianshao smiled shallow, raised his hand, patted her shoulder gently, consoling: “It's okay, I'm not back. Don't cry. ”

“That's why I'm crying when you're back.” Huang Ling cried: “I'm not sad, I'm happy...”

Tears and tears. In a moment, Gu Zheng's clothes were wet.

“Okay, okay, happy and crying, sad and crying, why do you women like to cry so much?” Gu Qiu punched with fun.

Huang Ling suddenly thought that he didn't like her crying the least.

Before, she cried, he didn't even look at her, that cold glance, looking cold.

She hurriedly let Gu Qiang go, took two steps back, embarrassed to wipe her tears, laughed and cried: “I can't help it, I can't control myself at all. ”

After that, Huang Ling turned around and turned away from Gu Xiao.

She kept wiping her tears and smiling.

She was happy, really happy.

Gu Xiao had never done this to her before.

Today, he treats her like a brother to a sister.

Even so, she's had enough.

When Huang Ling looked up, he saw that after washing, Song Fengxiao, dressed up, came downstairs.

Her hair was combed neatly and worn vertically, like fine silk.

She has a blue knitted skirt and a denim jacket outside.