Chapter 589: Did not sleep white

She cried and looked at Song Wushou, the more she looked at Song Wushou, the more she wanted to cry.

Song Wuzhe took out the paper towel and handed it to her.

Huang Ling took it, and wiped the tears on her face while crying.

Even so, her sight has never left Song’s face.

She thinks this face is familiar and strange -

"Oh ah... ah ah..." Huang Ling cried aloud.

Listening to the heart of Song Worry, it is not a taste, heavy, awkward, like a big stone.

"Hate me?" Song Wu worry looked at Huang Ling.

"I hate you, will you give me back my body?" Huang Ling cried.

Song Wuxi smiled and said: "How come?"

Huang Ling tried very hard to stop crying, holding her knees and watching Song worry.

Yes, how come?

Let her die?

She is dead, this body will only rot...

Huang Ling looked at Song worries and said: "If Gu Yu is in love, he will be very specific."

Song Wuxi looked at Huang Ling deeply: "I know."

Therefore, he likes her before, no matter how arrogant she is, how bad her temper is, how ugly she is dressed, she is jealous of her.

"My heart hurts." Huang Ling looked at Song Wushou with a heart that couldn't breathe.

"My heart is not good." Song said without worry.

"Is it because I am back? Do you hate me?"

"Do not."

Song Wuyou is friendly and smiles: "I don't hate you. No one knows better than me. How deep and solid you are in Gu Yu."

When Huang Ling heard it, her tears fell down and cried. "You know that there is a P, Gu Yu doesn't know."

Song Wuyou looked at Huang Ling: "Your temper is exactly the same as before."

"Jiangshan is easy to change, the nature is difficult to move. I will not change, Gu Yu will not like me. I have changed for him, useless." Huang Ling said heavily and desperately.

She looked at Song Wushou. "Then your heart, why is it not good? You got his love, shouldn't you be arrogant in front of me?"

Song Wuxi jokes: "Being a good girl in front of you, you will be encircled."

Huang Ling grinned and her face was filled with pain.

But inexplicable, the words of Song Wuyou, made a lot of heart.

Huang Ling looked at Song Wushou, although the body used to be her, but the temperament of others, she did not have it before.

She is dressed up in this beautiful body.

There is no make-up on her face, no powder is applied, but she is as beautiful as a fairy.

The temperament is elegant, even when laughing, it seems that the sky is eclipsed, but she has a halo and attracts attention.

Huang Ling thought desperately, they experienced life and death, and they were able to survive, even to care for her, they are destined.

Since it is doomed, she will work harder and it will be in vain.

God let her not get him, why should she wake her up?

Thinking about it, Huang Ling’s heart began to hurt again.

She was moving and sitting with Song Worry.

Cried: "Seeing you, my heart is like a knife, I feel that you have taken everything that belongs to me."

Even her beautiful figure and appearance were robbed.

"Maybe it is." Song worries in the eyes of a sigh of relief.

Huang Ling sucked her sore nose and cried and laughed. "I saw him happy because of you. I haven't slept for more than seven months."

"I just arrived here, facing his neglect, it is very sad, very strange to the world. Fortunately, with your memory, with your memory can live freely in this world. I secretly vowed to serve you, Live yourself, be for you, love him, not be taken away by other women."