He is Lin Ling's child husband.

That stupid fat man's child husband.

It's obviously not the daughter's life, but it's the illness of the young lady.

Hypocrisy or hypocrisy.

It hurts at every turn.

Either framed him for beating her, or framed him for scolding her.

Obviously, I was just helping her, but if I accidentally got a little stronger, it was disgusting.

Say that the hand he grabbed her is going to break, the bone is going to break, and so on.

It's annoying to hear it.

Scholars should study quietly, but they were annoyed by Lin Ling, and they were annoyed by Lin's mother, so they didn't close their mouths and scolded him every day, so they simply didn't want to read.

If you don't read it, you won't owe it to the Lin family.

can't stand the painstaking efforts of his father, although he doesn't read it on the surface, he is still secretly learning from Lin Zhixuan.

But in the end, it was Lin Ling's husband and the son-in-law of the Lin family.

They separated as soon as they got married, and their mother-in-law suppressed their Xuan family.

And because of it, I think that people can't look good, don't dislike fat girls, and think that the family has a good life.

It's a pity that everything is too much to think about.

Lin Ling is like a pig, and people are like pigs.

To a few younger sisters, to his mother, he obeyed his words, and never cared whether he was happy or not.

And he is overtired from work, and he only knows one sentence of concern: Don't be afraid, I'll find you medicine.

Even now, even if I'm afraid to die, it's still the same sentence.

Who won't say it, doing is the key, but it's a pity that he overestimated it again.

"What are you laughing at?" Lin Ling asked puzzled.

"I'm dead, what are you going to do?" Li Huaixin did not answer the rhetorical question.

If she really wants to live with herself, and is willing to live and die with her, be stupid.

But why do you have such thoughts?

Li Huaixin laughed at himself.

When the stupid pig dies, he is free, let alone fake his death.

"Okay." Lin Ling gritted his teeth and said.

The breeze was blowing, stirring his green silk and drifting to her face.

Threads, into the ears and hearts.

In the middle of the night, the empty, indifferent, but soft green silk like moonlight has penetrated into anyone's heart.

Or both.

Dulicitous, escaping from the thoughts of one's own heart.

"Okay, how do you say you die? I'll go with you. Lin Lingfang nodded, and after the first word was spoken, there was not such a big burden in his heart.

She didn't tell him, in fact, she was afraid of death.

Because death is very painful, she can't stand the pain the most, a little little wound, maybe really small and small, so small that everyone will think she is hypocritical, but it really hurts and hurts.

Every little wound that bleeds is like a bone being dug up, and it hurts.

"It's a big tree, you hit it, rush hard, remember to hit your head on the tree, and you're going to die."

The moonlight shone on the man's face, cold and untouched, and his face even more pale.

Lin Ling had no one else in his eyes at the moment except him, and he looked at the tree only after listening to his words.

The tree next to it was indeed quite large, and it was no bigger than hers.

This is the oldest peach blossom tree in the village, which is hundreds of years old.

It is said to be the incarnation of the god of flowers.

So she rushed over without hesitation and without hesitation, and crashed into the tree at once.

Blood splattered out, dripping on the man's pale face and onto his lips.

I don't know if I was surprised by the stupidity of the woman, or surprised by her stupidity, or surprised by her affection.

Anyway, he was surprised, his mouth opened slightly, and the blood flowed into his mouth.

Spread throughout the tip of the tongue.