"Her life is mine. ”

Bai Xiaoxin said coldly, but his hand tightened unconsciously.

If the middle-aged man insists on taking her......

This wolf cub ......

It is impossible to say that Li Han's heart was shaken.

Indifference is a mask, words are a knife, Li Han knows that as long as the wolf cub makes this determination, then no matter how difficult the days ahead, he will never let go.

"Oh?" said Li Han deliberately mocked, "her life? do you mean to say that you saved her from the corpse at the door?"

Bai Xiaoxin didn't answer him, but the muscles of his whole body tensed and he was on guard.

"But you—can't protect yourself now. Li Han continued to taunt mercilessly, "What do you feed her with?"

“...... I have strength. Bai Xiaoxin hissed.

"That's it?"

“...... And life. ”

“...... She has nothing to do with you. "Li Han is rarely talking much today.

"It has nothing to do with you. ”

Then I hope that in the future, you will always remember today's words.

"Well, two poor ......worms," Li Han said condescendingly as he looked at him with a guarded look, "Since you have chosen not to hand her over to me, then use your strength to feed her first." ”

"As I have just said, her rights in the mansion, food, clothing, and use, have changed because of your choice, and there are only three days left, and after three days, the mansion will not provide her with any more food and clothing. ”

This is also a little explanation to her poor parents. ”

"Finally, it's time for you to get enough rest, and better, to get things done. ”

......

When Su Ling woke up, his head hurt a little.

After she consciously sat up from the bed, rubbing the medicine on her forehead, she saw Yang Miaomiao sitting not far away, and-

A very familiar person kneeling on the ground.

Qingling.

"Madame, Qingling?!" she began, calling slightly.

Why, is the atmosphere so heavy?

"Yan'er, I died last night. As soon as Yang Miao spoke, he directly put a bell in Su Ling's ear and rang it like a bell.

"Husband...... Madam?" Su Ling almost fell out of bed, "...... This ......"

Could it be that it has something to do with Qingling?

Su Ling's eyes turned red all of a sudden.

The child that Qing Ling took out finally froze to death. Yang Miao said softly, as if to say what the weather is like today, "It's ridiculous, isn't it?" ”

Su Ling's breathing stopped, and she slowly turned her head and looked at Qing Ling in disbelief.

But Qingling was red-eyed, pale, with her hands on her knees, looking shaky, shaking her head desperately.

The bun is scattered, and there is only one of the two silk flowers left on weekdays.

On her body, it is obvious that there are still injuries.

"Madame...... I really, I don't know anything...... Madame—" Qing Ling recounted, her voice hoarse, as if she had obviously cried violently, "I know I didn't take good care of the little girl, and I really deserve to die...... But last night, I really don't know, what happened!"

"When I woke up, Song Gongzi was by my side......"

"I'm really—I don't know anything—ma'am!!"

She called, innocent, sad—

"Last night, more than half of the babies under the age of three in the house died. Yang Miaomiao turned her back to Qing Ling and said lightly, "If Uncle Li hadn't killed the killer, there would have been more than twenty-four lives......

"They died first by the killer and then my child ......" Yang Miao's voice finally fluctuated a little, "but the funny thing is that my little girl died of this day, died of no one paying attention, and died of ...... I, the trust, is not human. ”

"Ma'am!!" Qing Ling slammed his head to the ground.

Knock out red, until blood comes out.

"Madam......" Su Ling muttered as he looked at Qing Ling, sweating on his head.

Madame once said that people who do not know the facts are not qualified to judge.

But Qingling has been her friend since she was a child and her playmate......

It doesn't make sense.

"Madam, has anyone seen it?" Su Ling hurriedly asked, grabbing the quilt on the bed with one hand, no matter how he argued, this was the most important point.

At this time, I don't care about offending.

"There is ~~ this, naturally there is~~"

It was not Yang Miaomiao who answered Su Ling, but a very familiar voice.

Qing Ling's head on the floor paused slightly, and continued.

She can't stop.

"Yesterday, the incense on your body, the old man has verified it, and someone smelled it. Song Song's unobtrusive voice came, "Song Song, please say hello to Mrs. ”

Yang Miao turned around, her blue skirt robe only carried a clear breath, she looked at Song Song, who was playing with the iron fan and had a cynical face, and gently bowed her head.

"For the sake of your service to me for nearly three years, clean up and leave the house. ”

"No!!No!!Madam, I really don't know anything!!" Qing Ling's eyes were red, she grabbed the floor with her hand, stepped forward a little, and got closer to Yang Miaomiao, "Why did what I didn't do become what I did, you have to find out, you once taught me, you can't distinguish between black and white!!"

"Goodbye, my men, no mercy. Yang Miao said coldly, and passed by Qing Ling's side with his hand.

"Madame...... You, Song Gongzi, Song Gongzi...... I beg you, I beg you, you find out, I really, really, I don't know anything, I took the little girl and left before the man in black came yesterday, I really don't know, this kind of thing happens......"

"It's enough to perform," Song Song curled the corners of his lips disdainfully, glanced at Su Ling, who was about to get out of bed, and the iron fan was beating on his hand again and again, and he didn't stop it, "No matter how verbose you are, don't clean up your things, master, I'll leave you out......"

Qing Ling listened to the words, and the hand that was propped up on the floor, the beautiful ten fingers with nails, slowly clenched, and returned to his side.

......

There is wind, no sun, the sky is overcast, and snow can fall at any time.

"Song Gongzi ......" Su Ling looked at Song Song with tears in his eyes and pleading.

Song Song narrowed his eyes and looked at Su Ling's face, "It's a beauty......"

So he turned around, and for the sake of the beauty, he avoided it for a moment.

Su Ling then turned around and hugged the expressionless Qing Ling, leaned his head on her shoulder, with a faint cry, "I know it wasn't you who did it, I know it must not have been you, I will definitely find a way to help you......"

“......”

Qing Ling's hair bun was a little scattered, it was no longer the delicately combed double bun before, the corners of her mouth moved slightly, her eyes were a little red and swollen because of excessive tears, her carefully maintained hand slapped Su Ling's shoulder suddenly, but it seemed that because of hesitation, she slowly slid down from Su Ling's shoulder and gently pressed on Su Ling's shoulder blade.

......