Ling Song was woken up by hunger.

When I woke up, it was noon the next day.

When I got up from the couch, I saw that there was no one cooking around.

remembered that last night, the child was thrown in the room and did not see the confinement sister-in-law.

The confinement lady must have escaped.

Ling Song walked into the kitchen and went to the refrigerator to see if there was anything to eat and fill his stomach.

When I opened the fridge, there was nothing but water.

Seeing nothing to eat, he frowned, took a bottle of water, wrung out the lid and took a sip.

Get out of the kitchen.

The bedroom door was opened.

The windows of the room were thickly covered by curtains.

There is no light at all.

Ling Song walked to the window and opened the curtains.

Sunlight shines through the windows.

The bright light that suddenly came in stimulated the warmth of the sleep.

Wen Qing frowned and slowly opened her eyes.

The eyelids are a little heavy.

She rubbed her eyes.

I slept very deeply.

"Get up and cook." Ling Song was really hungry and said warmly.

When Wen Qing heard this voice, he was stunned for a moment.

When he saw Ling Song approaching him, he was terrified, and subconsciously shrank up.

"You, you, why haven't you left yet?"

"Why should I go, get up and cook." Ling Song showed a wicked expression.

Commanded to Warmth.

Warmth can only be endured.

The wicked are afraid of the wicked.

In front of Ling Song, Wen Qing didn't dare to be arrogant, so he could only endure it.

She struggled to her feet and lifted the covers.

When the quilt is lifted.

Wen Qing found that the baby in his hand was already pale, and it belonged to the kind of dead white.

How so?

Wen Qing's eyes widened suddenly.

"Baby, baby?" She shook the child in her hand, but the child did not cry or make a fuss, as if it would never wake up.

Ling Song also saw it at this time.

He saw that the child in his warm hand had lost a little breath of life.

That kind of whiteness is dead white, like white, and like green.

"How so? What did you do to him? Ling Song never imagined that the child would leave him like this.

He leaned over and picked up the child in his warm hand.

The child did not struggle at all, nor did he cry.

He held out his other hand and put his fingers in front of the child's nose.

There is no breath at all.

"What did you do to him?" Roaring, roaring heavily.

It's like a beast roaring in the air.

"I didn't do anything!" Warmly muttered in reply.

His eyes were filled with tears, and his body was trembling.

She really didn't do anything.

The warmth at this moment is not clear whether it is fear or fear.

She just looked at the child in Ling Song's hand.

She really didn't know anything.

It's true.

"You didn't do anything? The child will be out of breath. Warmth, am I so good to you that you feel like you can do anything, including killing our children? Well? ”

The more Ling Song's voice spoke to the back, the closer it was to flat, with a soft aura.

The more this is the case, the more it makes Wen Qing feel scared.

Because she has seen the crazy Ling Song, and she has also seen the perverted Ling Song.

The reason why she was so afraid of Ling Song was because she had seen him who was really perverted.

He does everything.

"Ling Song, you believe me, I really didn't do anything, he is also my child, how could I kill him." Tears of warmth slipped down.

She cried, her voice trembling.

How could she not?

Ling Song put down the child in his hand, approached the side of the bed, and clasped his fingers around Wen Qing's throat: "Wen Qing, I'll give you one last chance, why kill him?" ”

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