The child has no grievances with her.

Even if you hate him, you hate him.

Why kill children?

She also has a share in the child.

Ling Song's anger burned rapidly.

At this moment, there was a trace of blood in his eyes.

Shaking her head warmly, she replied with tears in her eyes: "I didn't, I really didn't kill him, I fell asleep with him in my arms last night, covered him with a quilt, and then I fell asleep, really, I won't hurt him, he was born to me, how can I be willing to hurt him." ”

Warmth used all the strength in his body to speak.

However, Ling Song didn't believe it, in his eyes, warmth was quibbling.

Finger strain.

The warmth slowly became breathless.

looked at the warm face and was suffocated red.

Both hands grabbed his hand that was holding her throat.

He felt her plea for mercy.

However, he was angry, angry at her sophistry, angry at her inattentiveness.

Angry at her ruthlessness and ruthlessness.

He also wanted her to understand how uncomfortable it was to be breathless and suffocated to death.

Warmth felt the smell of death.

This kind of life is held by the throat, making people breathless, and it is worse than death.

She was very uncomfortable, struggling with both hands and feet.

However, they couldn't struggle out at all.

The tears are still flowing, these are tears of despair, not like the tears of fear just now.

Just when the warmth is about to die.

For the first time, Ling Song let go of his fingers.

As soon as he waved his hand, Wen Qing was thrown heavily on the bed.

"Ahem, ahem."

"Ahem, cough, cough~"

Wen Qing coughed violently, covered his neck with his hands, and began to cough.

After a long time, the breathing eased and the breath gradually calmed down.

She looked at Ling Song.

The corners of Ling Song's lips hooked into a smile.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, the child is dead, and you think you can marry your old flame? Forget it, he's going to want your broken shoes. ”

Ling Song's words were like a knife that pierced into the heart of warmth.

With that knife, blood flowed.

Even her last hopes were shattered.

Grab the sheets with both hands and hold them tightly.

Knuckles are white.

She squeezed word by word out of her throat: "You killed me." ”

The warmth at this moment is indeed worse than death.

If she has no power, she has nothing.

Since she and Ling Song left, her parents no longer recognized her.

I went back without a face, and now I don't even have children.

What else did she have to hope for to live?

Ling Song felt very ridiculous when he heard the warm words.

"Dead? Is it too cheap for you? ”

Death, too easy.

Almost everybody can do it.

However, life is better than death, but it is the most uncomfortable.

"Warmth, I won't let you die in vain, I'll let you survive, don't you like the surname very much? I'll send you over now, including this child. ”

"No, don't." She doesn't want to go to power like this.

Quan Yi hated her in the first place.

If you are expected to see yourself like this.

It's going to be even more annoying.

"I'm not going, I'm not going, I'm not going to see him, I'm not going!" Wen Qing roared angrily.

She shook her head, her head bobbing.

Hands grasp the sheets, whole body resisting.

Ling Songrong could not refuse warmly.

He narrowed his eyes with a fierce gaze.

grabbed her wrist with warmth, pulled her body stiffly, and went to the door.

Where is the warmth of Ling Song's opponent.

Whether it is in strength or viciousness, it is not Ling Song's opponent.

Ling Song's ruthlessness had already been aroused.

At the moment of seeing the child.

Therefore, Ling Song at this moment wants to destroy the warmth.

Destroy this heartless and cold-blooded woman.

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