Chapter 11 Crying Like a Child

It seemed that she was used to being embarrassed in front of Ling Han, He Yumo was taken back to the villa by him, and when she went in wet, her muddy footprints were left on the white and flawless floor......

Ling Han glanced at the stains on the ground, his brows furrowed slightly, he was a little clean, he couldn't see his home so dirty.

"It's the bedroom over there, let's go in and wash up!" Ling Han pointed to a room upstairs and said.

He Yumo looked in the direction he pointed and walked up the stairs in a disgraced manner. Just by looking at it, her heart was already shocked, the villa this guy lived in was really luxurious......

It's just that it seems a little sad......

Ling Han sat on the sofa downstairs, habitually crossing Erlang's legs, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and the TV was tuned and turned on, he didn't even know what to watch.

There was a sound of footsteps upstairs, and He Yumo was wearing a white gauze skirt, looking pure and beautiful.

She slowly walked down the stairs, Ling Han's eyes instantly ignited with anger, got up and walked towards He Yumo, grabbed her wrist with her big hand, and roared angrily, "Who allowed you to wear this dress?" ”

He Yumo was frightened and overwhelmed, with scattered tears in her eyes, did she do something wrong again? There's only this dress in the bathroom, so you can't just come out without wearing anything!

Before He Yumo could explain, Ling Han had already reached out to her body and brutally pulled the skirt off her body, exposing the woman's beautiful carcass......

Ling Han didn't care about He Yumo's condition at this time, and strode up the stairs, holding the dress as if he was protecting a treasure.

He Yumo instinctively protected the spring light on his chest, squatted on the edge of the sofa, the tears in the corners of his eyes could no longer be controlled, and after he gave her a short period of warmth, he gave her the most ruthless insult.

"Put it on!" After a long time, He Yumo's back was draped with a dress, and she turned her face to face Ling Han's cold and emotionless face.

I don't know where the courage came from, she roared heartbreakingly: "I don't need your sympathy, you go away!" The gaze was stubborn and determined.

A trace of unbearability slipped across Ling Han's face, and silently helped her put on the T-shirt, He Yumo suddenly felt a lot warmer, but her heart was still as cold as a thousand years of ice.

"I know I'm superfluous, two years ago, why didn't I die? You tell me, why? He Yumo struggled and slapped Ling Han's hard chest.

Ling Han was silent, letting her vent in his arms, and finally replied lightly: "He Yumo, with me, I won't let you die!" ”

That voice was so firm that He Yumo was afraid, why did he want to control everything about her? Her gratitude to him wasn't for letting him control everything she had......

"Ling Han, what do you say I did wrong? Why did they all do this to me? He Yumo asked with a sob, tears and snot flowed on Ling Han's suit, although Ling Han was disgusted, he still did not relax his hand to hold her.

He Yumo cried and cried, muttering to himself: "I have nothing, he has everything." Why is God so unfair? Why is that? Why? When she said the back, she sobbed like a child.

Looking at He Yumo, who was crying in his arms, Ling Han's heart was twitched fiercely, and he was still very angry. Angry that she mentioned the woman he couldn't face in his life, and even more angry that she put on her favorite dress, but now seeing her crying like a child, his heart was melted by her.

"He Yumo, believe me, I will let him never turn over." The corners of Ling Han's mouth squeezed out this sentence, and there was a ruthless look in his eyes, the person who was related to him by blood, but had no feelings, he would never let him go.

He Yumo raised her teary eyes, looked at Ling Han, and asked in a daze, "Why are you helping me so much?" ”

"I told you two years ago that you and I are just a deal, just to achieve our own goals." Ling Hanfeng replied lightly.

He Yumo's heart didn't fluctuate much, she and him were just a deal, nothing else, he was right.

She stopped sobbing, reached out and wiped the tears on her face, Xiaoqiang's spirit instantly filled her entire body, and said firmly: "I am Xiaoqiang who can't be defeated, I won't give up so easily, instead of complaining, it's better to change fate." Ling Han, thank you. ”

He Yumo looked at Ling Han sincerely, bent down and bowed deeply to him......

Ling Han was taken aback by He Yumo's demeanor, this stupid girl always doesn't follow common sense, she still doesn't change her old problems, and she wants to come out one by one.