Addicted to You: The CEO's Wife

But every word of the two men is now in Ling's ears. She suddenly has a funny feeling. Why, it's clear that she should know the truth, but now, it's up to others to decide whether or not to let her know.

"Ah Jin..." these two words, gently spit out from her mouth, the volume is not loud, as usual.

But it made the two men in the downstairs hall become extremely stiff.

Two men, almost at the same time, raised their heads and looked in the direction of Ling.

Then, their faces changed. Gu lichen's face was full of worry and chagrin. After all, he didn't intend to let others hear these words, but Yi Jin left. It was for this reason that all the servants in the main house left.

The purpose is to ensure that these words will not be heard by others.

But sometimes, the more afraid of what, more and more what!

Yi Jinli looks at Ling still standing at the entrance of the stairs in dismay. Her face is pale, and her whole blood seems to be frozen when she hears the sound of "ah Jin".

Ah Jin... Ah Jin...

once upon a time, how much he liked to hear her yelling at him like this, then, how afraid he is to hear it now.

He defended all the servants and housekeepers, but he didn't defend her!

She thought that she should go to bed a little longer and not wake up so early. He forgot to think that she might wake up early.

Why, why is he so careless?!

Why doesn't he even have this prediction?!

It's because he knew that Gu lichen should have known the truth of the case, so his heart was in a mess, and his brain was in a mess. What he should have thought of turned into what he didn't think of?!

How long have you been standing here? How long have you heard that?

He wants to return to the usual way, with the usual tone, voice, smile, gently calling her.

But in fact, his whole body seemed to tremble, and all his voices seemed to be stuck in his throat. It was extremely difficult to utter a syllable.

Ling still holds the handrail of the stairs with one hand, slowly, step by step down.

Usually used to take the stairs, but now it is like stepping on cotton, light floating.

Every step she took, his face turned even whiter. When she went down the stairs and came to him, there was no blood on his face, even the color of his lips seemed to be a kind of gray color.

His appearance and what he heard just now are enough for Ling to understand what the truth is.

But even so, she still took a deep breath, the pair of Yingying apricot eyes with a little water, "tell me, just Gu lichen said, is it true."

His lips trembled and he opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to answer.

"Was Hao Yimeng the murderer of those years?" Ling continued to ask.

Until now, he finally made a voice in his throat, "still, i... I can explain, I..." it was supposed to be elegant and gentle, but now it was as hoarse as being run over by sand.

"Is it Hao Yimeng?" She asked persistently.