little grandpa, be nice

Chapter 1254 He is also my child

Ling Song woke up from hunger.

When I woke up, it was already noon the next day.

Getting up from the sofa, I saw that there was no one cooking around.

Thinking of last night, the child was thrown in the room without the confinement wife.

The confinement wife must have escaped.

Ling Song walked into the kitchen, went to the refrigerator to see what could be eaten, something to fill his stomach.

Opened the refrigerator, there was nothing but water.

Seeing nothing to eat, he frowned, took out a bottle of water, wrung the cap and took a sip.

Get out of the kitchen.

The bedroom door was opened.

The windows of the room were thickly covered with curtains.

There is no light at all.

Ling Song walked to the window and opened the curtains.

Sunlight came in through the window.

The light that came in suddenly stimulated the warmth that was sleeping.

She frowned tenderly and slowly opened her eyes.

The eyelids are a little heavy.

She rubbed her eyes.

This sleep was very deep.

"Get up, cook." Ling Song was really hungry, and said warmly.

When I heard this voice, I was stunned for a moment.

When he saw Ling Song approaching him, his hair stood on end, and he shrank subconsciously.

"You, you, why haven't you left yet?"

"Why should I go, get up and cook." Ling Song showed a nasty expression.

Commanded to the warmth.

The warmth can only be endured.

The wicked are afraid of being tortured by the wicked.

In front of Ling Song, she didn't dare to be arrogant, she could only endure it.

She struggled to get up and lifted the quilt.

When the quilt is uncovered.

It was only then that I found out that the baby in my hand was pale, which belonged to the dead pale one.

How could this be?
Warmth suddenly widened his eyes.

"Baby, baby?" She shook the child in her hand, but the child neither cried nor fussed, as if it would never wake up.

Ling Song also saw it at this moment.

He saw that the child in Wenqing's hand had no breath of life.

That kind of white is dead white, like white, and like blue.

"How did this happen? What did you do to him?" Ling Song never expected that the child would leave him like this.

He leaned over suddenly and picked up the child in his warm hand.

The baby didn't struggle or cry at all.

He held out his other hand and put his fingers in front of the child's nose.

There is no breath.

"What did you do to him?" roared, roaring heavily.

Like a beast roaring.

"I didn't do anything!" replied tenderly.

His eyes were full of tears, and his body was shaking.

She really didn't do anything.

It's not clear whether the warmth at the moment is fear or fear.

She just looked at the child in Ling Song's hand.

She really doesn't know anything.

Really.

"You didn't do anything? The child would be breathless. Warmth, did I treat you so well that you thought you could do anything, including killing our child? Huh?"

Ling Song's voice became more and more slow as he spoke, with a soft breath.

The more this is the case, the more it makes the warmth feel scared.

Because she has seen the crazy Ling Song, and also the perverted Ling Song.

The reason why she was so afraid of Ling Song was because she had seen him who was really perverted.

He can do anything.

"Ling Song, you believe me. I really didn't do anything. He is also my child. How could I kill him." Tears of warmth fell down.

She cried, her voice trembling.

How could she not?

Ling Song put down the child in his hand, approached the bed, clasped Wen Qing's throat with his fingers: "Wen Qing, I'll give you one last chance, why did you kill him?"

(End of this chapter)