little grandpa, be nice

Chapter 1255 Is It Too Cheap For You
The child has no enmity with her.

Even if you hate him, you still hate him.

Why kill children?
She also has a part in the child.

Ling Song's anger was burning fast.

At this moment, there was a trace of blood in his eyes.

Shaking her head tenderly, she replied tearfully: "I didn't, I really didn't kill him. I hugged him to sleep last night, covered him with a quilt, and then I fell asleep. Really, I won't hurt him. He was born to me, how could I be willing to hurt him."

Use all your strength to speak out the warmth.

However, Ling Song didn't believe it. In his eyes, warmth is just sophistry.

Finger hard.

The warmth is slowly breathless.

Looking at the warmth, his face was flushed.

Clasping his hand around her throat with both hands.

He felt her begging for mercy.

However, he was angry, angry at her sophistry, and angry at her indifference.

Angry at her cruelty and ruthlessness.

He also wanted to let her understand how uncomfortable it was to be suffocated and suffocated to death.

Warmth feels the taste of death.

This kind of being held by the throat alive makes people breathless, and life is worse than death.

She was very uncomfortable, struggling with both hands and feet.

However, it was impossible to struggle out at all.

Tears were still flowing, tears of despair, not tears of fear just now.

Just when the warmth is close to death.

For the first time, Ling Song let go of his fingers.

As soon as he waved his hand, the warmth was thrown heavily on the bed.

"Cough cough cough."

"Cough cough cough~"

She coughed violently, covered her neck with her hands, and began to cough.

It took a long time before the breathing slowed down, and the breath gradually calmed down.

She looked at Ling Song.

The corner of Ling Song's lips curled into a smile.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. The child is dead. You think you can marry your old lover? Forget it. It's no wonder he wants your broken shoes."

Ling Song's words are like a knife, piercing into the tender heart.

That knife, blood flowed.

Even her last hope was shattered together.

Grab the sheet with both hands, tightly.

The knuckles are whitish.

She squeezed out words one by one from her throat: "You killed me."

The warmth at this moment is indeed worse than death.

If she has no will, it means she has nothing.

Since she and Ling Song left, her parents no longer recognized her.

No face to go back, now even the children are gone.

What hope did she have for living?

When Ling Song heard the warm words, he felt very ridiculous.

"Death? Is it too cheap for you?"

Die, too easy.

Almost everyone can do it.

However, life is worse than death, but it is the most uncomfortable.

"Tenderness, I will not let you die in vain, I will let you survive. Don't you like the surname Quan very much? I will send you there now, including this child. "

"No, don't." She didn't want to see Quan Yi like this.

Quan Yi already hated her.

If you are allowed to see yourself like this.

would be even more annoying.

"I'm not going, I'm not going, I'm not going to see him, I'm not going!" Warmth roared angrily.

She shook her head, shaking her head.

Holding the sheets with both hands, the whole body is resisting.

Ling Song couldn't tolerate a tender rejection.

He narrowed his eyes, looking fiercely.

Grab the tender wrist, pull her body abruptly, and go to the door.

How can warmth be Ling Song's opponent.

No matter in terms of strength or viciousness, he was no match for Ling Song.

Ling Song's ruthlessness has been aroused.

The moment you see your child.

Therefore, at this moment, Ling Song wants to destroy the warmth.

Destroy this heartless and cold-blooded woman.

(End of this chapter)