She closed her eyes, but there was still a line of tears in the corner of her eyes.

Wang Jiaohua has just helped her wipe her face, but now it is wet, which means that even in her dream, she is crying helplessly.

Seeing such a daughter, Han Ling finally couldn't help it.

He covered his mouth and ran out.

Ling Yiyong quickly followed.

Finally, she hesitated to help her face.

However, the corner of the eye is always wet, how to wipe is not clean.

His face was pale, and there was a morbid whiteness in his lips.

The eyebrows were tightly twisted together, and seemed to sleep uneasily.

Occasionally, I shake my head and my body twitches.

"Don't come here..."

"Help..."

The sound of the dream is broken.

Wang Jiaohua stretched out her hand and rubbed Ling Weifeng's eyebrows until it opened. Then she went downstairs.

Han Ling stands in the living room and pushes Ling Yiyong away.

Angry to the body trembling, "get out, you get out of here. If it wasn't for you, my daughter would not have suffered this kind of crime!"

"You did it, you did it all..."

"You said you would protect us, but what did you do..."

"I hate it. Why should I know you, you murderer? You killed my daughter..."

Ling Yiyong has no way to refute the bloody accusation.

He really did not expect that such a thing would happen when Ling Weifeng was in the United States.

No wonder she didn't even call home the year she arrived in the United States.

He also worried about how a 10-year-old child, alone in a foreign country, could not make people worry.

Unable to find Ling Weifeng, he called to ask the old servant who followed him to take care of him.

But the old servant clearly said that Ling Weifeng was very good and the school was closed to teaching, so she didn't call home.

In addition, when Ling Weifeng insisted on going abroad, she was not in a good mood. He did not agree with her going abroad, so she made a big noise.

He thought that she was angry with her family, so she would not contact her family.

Now it's silly to think about it.

I can't believe that such a small child can live abroad.

As for why the old servant said that Ling Weifeng had a good life and where he went now, Ling Yiyong was not in the mood to think about it.

Now the most important thing is to appease the wife and daughter.

How many irreparable mistakes did he make!

Han Ling slapped Ling Yiyong in the face, beating and scolding, spreading all her anger on him.

Ling Yiyong just suffered in silence.

He owes them to their mother and daughter.

Until a cup hit Ling Yiyong's forehead, blood flowed down his forehead.

Han lingcai was stunned and stopped beating and scolding in her hands. She threw herself on the sofa and cried her heart out.

"What have I done..."

"Why do you do this to my daughter? What's wrong with me? Why do you do this to my daughter..."

"Woo Sorry, Xiao Feng. I'm sorry... "

Ling Yiyong ignored the wound on his forehead and regretted that his intestines were green.

It's not Han Ling who did it, he did it.

He was the one who hurt them.

"Ah Ling, I'm sorry."

I'm sorry. It's too heavy and meaningless.

Things have happened, no matter how much I'm sorry, I can't get back the original mistake.

Funny, he even blamed Ling Weifeng's character for jumping off.

Knowing the cruel truth, we can know how much unknown pain she has hidden after her cynical smile.

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