Wife Capture: Leng Mei Boss loves to the bone

No wonder, Ning Xiaotong once told herself that after experiencing the bloody scene in Paris, France, she would always have terrible nightmares for a while.

That's right, that was a disregard for life. Luo Qian felt that the scene just now made her feel sick.

The food she ate at noon began to surge in her stomach, Luo Qian's face gradually turned pale, and finally she couldn't hold back and leaned over, spitting out all the food she ate.

Song Gang hurriedly walked to Luo Qian's side, patted Luo Qian's back, and it took a long time for Luo Qian to recover.

Weakly asked, "Why, you always solve problems in the cruelest way."

"Don't you know, in the eyes of ordinary people like us, it is simply unacceptable to be bloody. One moment, it was a fresh life, and the next second it turned into a cold corpse."

"Why can't you each take a step back and give each other a way to survive? You have to do something like this." After finishing speaking, she fainted in Song Gang's arms.

Song Gang stared blankly at Luo Qian who was lying in his arms, yes, what Luo Qian said was right, those of us who used to live on the edge of a knife, once we found our own sunshine, we would swear to the death and refuse to let go.

Huangfu Lin was like this, and so was he.

Ning Xiaotong was the ray of sunshine in Huangfu Lin's heart, but the process was too complicated.

And what about his sunshine?Is it Luo Qian?

He was stunned, with a slight sadness passing through his heart.

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As soon as Zhao Ma and Mrs. Tang saw the figure standing outside the door, they retreated tactfully.

Half of his handsome face was buried in the shadow of the corridor, and he couldn't see the expression in his eyes clearly, but he felt that the eyes looking at Ning Xiaotong were extraordinarily bright.

He walked slowly and sat down beside the bed. His originally elegant figure was now shrouded in a layer of loneliness.

Ning Xiaotong didn't seem to see this person, she murmured while holding the doll in her hand.

"Ninny, be good, sleep, wake up later, mom will cook for you."

Looking at Ning Xiaotong immersed in the weaving illusion, Huangfu Lin felt boundless pain in his heart.

Girl, she is also her own child.

But as a father himself, he couldn't even find his own child.

He suddenly grabbed Ning Xiaotong in his arms, the strength was astonishing, causing Ning Xiaotong in his arms to struggle desperately.

"Let go of me, you're hurting my daughter." Ning Xiaotong protected the doll in her arms with one hand, and pushed Huangfu Lin vigorously with the other.

Burying her head on Ning Xiaotong's shoulder, she took a deep breath of the sunshine scent on Ning Xiaotong's body, and remained motionless.

Ning Xiaotong struggled more and more.

The hand holding his waist tightened more and more tightly, Ning Xiaotong even thought that his waist was about to break.

Suddenly, Huangfu Lin let go of Ning Xiaotong's hand, and Ning Xiaotong immediately took a deep breath of fresh air.

But his gaze didn't even fall on Huangfu Lin.

The eyes turned slightly, and the loss flashed by.

Staring blankly at the person in front of him, Huangfu Lin murmured, "Little Tong, I really don't want to let go, what should I do with you?"

But seeing the person in front of him with black hair, he didn't respond at all.

"Little Tong, will you really be happy if I let go?"

Holding Ning Xiaotong's hand, it was cold, Huangfu Lin frowned, but in the blink of an eye, his hand was empty.

Ning Xiaotong had already withdrawn her hand, hugged the doll in her arms, and stared at Huangfu Lin vigilantly, "My niece is mine, I won't give her to you."