Chapter 113

Yin moting was confused. How could she ask such a question? He never wanted to kill Liu Siming.

"What's going on?" Yin moting glared at housekeeper Ling and questioned. Liu morxi's mood was wrong. Housekeeper Ling was responsible.

Housekeeper Ling clenched her hands together and said tremblingly, "Miss Liu, go to the hospital this afternoon and take the clothes that were put there before, and then, and then..."

"Then what?" Yin moting yelled. He couldn't help his temper. If Liu morxi determined that Liu Siming was killed by him, he might not get her in his life.

"Then Miss Liu heard the nurse talking about Mr. Liu's death when he was sent to the hospital that night." Housekeeper Ling briefly described what happened on and off.

Yin moting was furious when he heard this. God knows that he was really wronged. Liu Siming was dead at that time. There is no hope of survival whether he can be saved or not.

According to the situation at that time, it was serious to save the comatose Liu Moxi.

The nurses didn't know and the doctor didn't have time to check, so it caused the illusion that Yin moting didn't save his life. In the past, he never cut off the explanation. He didn't care what others thought of him, but now it's Liu Moxi's conclusion, and he cares very much.

Facing Liu morxi, Yin moting still gathered his patience, "Xi Xi, I have never done anything sorry for you. Liu Siming was dead when he was sent to the hospital." He picked up Liu morxi squatting on the ground, held her in his arms and gently comforted her.

Liu morxi listened clearly in the hospital. What those people said was describing a real story, which had been preconceived and convinced her.

She leaned against Yin moting's arms, "if he hadn't died at that time, would you try your best to save him?"

With one word, Yin moting was completely defeated. He also asked himself in his heart, if Liu Siming didn't die, would he save him?

Yin moting is so overbearing and strong. She has a strong possessive desire for Liu morxi. She doesn't want to share Liu morxi's sincerity with anyone. Even her father can't, let alone her biological father.

"Yin moting, we're even. Let me go!" She said calmly, obviously there was no room for recovery.

Hearing that she said she was going to leave, Yin moting's heart was like frying on the fire. He used all his strength to hold her tightly in his arms, "I won't let you go. You can't leave me all your life."

Liu morxi didn't resist. She knew Yin moting wouldn't let her go. Anyway, she's no different from the dead, and there's not much that doesn't matter if she can't go.

People can stay here, but they have long been homeless.

"Xi Xi, believe me, I will help you find out the murderer of Liu Siming." He looked at her with deep affection. There was really no trace of falsehood, but she didn't know how to believe him.

Yin moting carefully helped Liu Moxi to sit down on the sofa, like taking care of a porcelain doll. He was afraid of falling out in his hand and melting in his mouth.

He took out the snacks he bought for her, and his men hung in the air and fed them to her mouth.

Liu morxi seemed unable to feel the sweet and delicate dessert. She had no appetite and her mouth didn't move.

Yin Mo Ting kept holding it like that. Her poor appearance made him don't know how to be distressed, but how would he tell her that she was the real danger.

If she knows that she killed Liu Siming because of herself, her sadness may increase countless times out of thin air. Instead, Yin moting is willing to carry the black pot by herself until she finds the behind the scenes.