Mysterious Husband's Little Lover

Lin Wenwen looked at the handwriting for a long time, and slowly bent his knees and squatted on the ground.

She ran her fingers through the dried handwriting, and her eyes turned red uncontrollably.

This is the handwriting of Suzhou and Hangzhou.

Lin Wenwen just looked at it and could even imagine what he looked like when he wrote these words.

Those beautiful eyes should be full of despair.

There is a date written below. It should be something after she went to find Su Chenyue.

The paper inside the folder is very flat, but Lin Wenwen can clearly see a few groups of wrinkling traces, small, like dry tears, even the handwriting is blurred.

She didn't know how to describe her feelings at the moment. There was no other emotion but heartache.

Lin Wenwen gasped, not daring to think about how painful Suzhou and Hangzhou would be at that time. He was desperate to avoid the media and came here at the peak of the storm and wrote these words.

Although many days later, she still felt the deep missing.

And the culprit of these is her Lin Wenwen.

Just as she was in deep self blame and was about to extricate herself, the sound of footsteps from far and near interrupted her mind, "Wen Wen, is Is that you? "

Hearing this familiar voice, Lin Wenwen quickly picked up the document from the ground, and wiped his red eye tail with his shoulder, "it's me."

As she said this, she tried to suppress the rolling mood and turned around. The first thing that caught her eye was Zhu Ling's evasive eyes.

Lin Wen stares at her without expression and doesn't speak.

It was because of Zhu Ling that she made such a big mistake that she almost destroyed herself and implicated many people around her. How could she swallow this tone?

Zhu Ling was a little hairy when she saw her, and she faltered and said, "you Listen to my explanation. At that time, the situation was very complicated, and I didn't want to do such a thing. It's just that he used my daughter as a threat, and I had no way to do it, so... "

She didn't go on. She stood there a little stiff.

It's strange that Lin Wenwen didn't feel any surprise. His heart was even calmer than ever before. "Things are over. Now it's meaningless to say these things."

"I know." Zhu Ling lowered her head and looked melancholy. "I just want to say, I'm sorry, if it wasn't for me, you and Su would not have happened so much."

Lin Wenwen pinched the folder in his hand, as if he had been stuffed with cotton in his throat.

She wanted to say something magnanimous, but she couldn't even pronounce a word.

Mingming knows that Zhu Ling is also forced to do so. It is not easy for anyone, but she is not a saint. She can't easily forgive her because she has a hard heart. Those pains are vivid in my eyes, and it's false to say that she doesn't hate.

In those prison nights, Lin Wenwen recalled more than once that when Zhu Ling asked her to deliver documents, even if she gave a little hint, maybe things would not have changed so badly.

But she didn't, she didn't reveal a bit of information.

Maybe it's about her daughter, or maybe it's fear.

However, no matter what kind of it is, it is no longer important for Lin Wenwen.

She took a deep breath. She didn't know when a thick cold sweat broke out in her hands. At last, she just choked out a sentence, "excuse me, give me some time."

After saying this, she could see clearly that the light in Zhu Ling's eyes quickly faded.