Chapter 1227： You can bear it again

What surprised Huang Ling was not Mobson, but the old man of Brenda and Los.

Huang Ling stood stiffly at the door of the meeting room and looked at Brenda and Los the old man in surprise.

How are they... with Mobson?

Are they Mobson's mother and grandfather? !

Huang Ling’s eyes were slightly stunned and she looked at Mobson.

Mobson was looking at her and saw her looking at herself with doubts and shocks.

He spoke and said lowly: "My mommy and my grandfather."

Huang Ling listened, and her heart was clear, and she guessed it, but listening to Mobosen said that there was a feeling of being cheated.

Heart, faint pain.

Their family is playing with her -

Huang Ling’s heart is very heavy and heavy, singing with Cheng Xichen, and it’s hard to have a good mood.

At this moment, nothing is gone.

She walked in.

Sitting opposite them.

She was pale, she didn't sleep last night, and her dark circles were thick.

Mobson saw her like this, and her heart was very uncomfortable.

He asked: "Is not a good sleep?"

Huang Ling did not answer him, and she did not even look at him.

She looked at the old man of Brenda and Los.

Brenda looked at Huang Ling with a distressed look: "Huang Ling..."

Huang Ling avoided her eyes and looked at the old man of Los. He asked, "Loss, I heard that your foot has been broken. Is it better?"

Los the old man nodded: "It's much better." Then the eyes were hot. "Taro, you have suffered. You can bear it, huh?"

Huang Ling smiled. "No bitterness, it is closed inside. I can think of many things."

Brenda reached out and wanted to hold Huang Ling's hand, Huang Ling avoided.

Brenda didn't hold it, and she looked at Huang Ling with some mistakes.

Huang Ling looked at her apologetically: "I have not washed my hands for several days."

She lied, Cheng Xichen left, she also washed.

Mobson looked at her hand and was clean.

Brenda smiled: "I didn't disappoint you, boy."

"..." Huang Ling slightly licked her lips.

Brenda looked at her: "We believe in you, Huang Ling, you should not be sad, but Kay’s death has nothing to do with you."

Huang Ling smiled faintly: "If it doesn't matter, will I be locked here? I am ready, sue."

Her eyes moved, looked at Mobson, and smiled lightly: "As long as you can make you happy."

If he feels happy with Aina, she will fulfill him. If he feels that he is being prosecuted, she is shot, he will be happy, she does not care.

Isn't it just a death? For her, she is not afraid of death at all.

Her words made Mobson's heart slightly stunned.

He wants to hold her in her arms -

He also wants to tell her "temporary grievances", but when he reaches his throat, he is vomited back.

If the grievances have been wronged, let her continue to be wronged.

"I heard that you don't eat, you can't do this." He whispered.

"They said indiscriminately, I ate two steamed buns at breakfast, and there was a boiled egg, a bowl of porridge with pickles."

Mobson heard and raised his eyebrows. What is this breakfast?

Pickles...not only without nutrition, eating too much is bad for the body!

"In the inside, you must know how to take care of yourself. Huang Ling..." Mobson reached over and took her hand.

Huang Ling wants to hide, she is only in the moment of blasphemy, Mobosen's big palm, it is covered.

Her hand is small, soft and boneless.

His big palm, with a thin layer of shackles, covered her, and she felt the roughness of his palm.

Huang Ling coveted and looked at his big palm.

Thinking of his hands, like touching her body, feeling the body of her, she felt sick.