Leng Yulin shook his head solemnly: "the mother's words are different. Since he is sent to serve the mother, he will protect his life and be able to be filial to his children. This is his great honor."

What he said is natural and reasonable.

It was the first time that Zhao Wanxi saw Leng Yulin talking like this. She watched him ignore human life in front of her face for the first time. Suddenly, she was shocked and felt a pain in her heart.

Show eyebrows slightly wrinkled, low voice.

"Lin'er, you..."

Protect your life?

Or the other party's honor?

This

Although we all know that Leng Yulin's way is too kind and indecisive for him, Zhao Wanxi's heart is still full of unspeakable bitterness when she looks at her little sweetheart infected with those black things.

I only feel distended, which is very uncomfortable.

Seeing her reaction, Leng Yulin min clenched her lips and lowered her head to stagger Zhao Wanxi's examination.

Hands ten fingers also slightly uneasy to grasp up, clearly a bit insincere tension.

Even the utterances are full of astringency and fear.

"Mother, you are Do you hate lin'er

"Er..."

The son in front of her is her son, born by Zhao Wanxi.

Although the pain of having a baby in October was borne by another soul who had already died, the heartbreaking pain when he came out was actually printed in her mind.

After that, even if we didn't recognize each other for the time being, fate made the child recognize her.

Blood origin, there can be no mistake, in the end mother and son heart, how can hate?

Touch the cold Yulin eye that wipe injury, Zhao Wanxi heart suddenly tingle.

Don't want to, then again hugged him, tone is urgent.

"You silly child, what are you talking about? How can a mother hate you? "

"Really?"

It seems that he doesn't believe it. Leng Yulin has clear doubts.

When she should have nodded her head without hesitation, Zhao Wanxi felt even worse.

The former son, is always what she said, no doubt!

The person is still that person, but the feeling is obviously different from Leng Yulin before.

To be exact, it is Leng Yulin in front of him, not Leng Yulin before. The growth of this period has added something to his life.

And it seems, it's not a very good thing.

Zhao Wanxi wanted to say something and even ask him something else to see what the son has become.

Helpless, at the moment of seeing his resolute face, his throat was inexplicably sour and full of anxiety, but he could not spit out a cent.

To the end, can only silent sigh, or raised his hand, affectionately rubbed in front of the little man's head.

Before that, all those other emotions have all converged, with only a smile.

He felt that he might hurt the child's sensitive nerves by doing so, so he pretended to be angry and attacked him with a tiger face.

"What if it's fake? After all, I was born. I can't feel disgusted. Why don't I put it back? "

“……”

Strictly speaking, this is not in line with the current atmosphere.

There's a lot of wind, horse and cattle, and it's irrelevant.

But miraculously, she said so, Leng Yulin didn't go down with sadness.

Instead, she took the initiative to embrace Zhao Wanxi's neck and put her cheek close to her, full of pride.

"No, it's hard for me to come out. I can accompany my mother as I like, so I won't be pushed back.

This is not my style. "

“……”