Chapter 50 (1/2)

Ling Han's mother Wen Qingwan's depression comes from Xiao San's involvement. Because Ling Han is young, she has to bear it. Until she sends all the things that belong to Ling han to him one by one, she finally loses the support of her life. Her spirit is gradually in a trance, and it's hard to swallow three meals a day. Ling Han took her to the hospital to have a physical examination. When the report of advanced gastric cancer came out, all doctors attributed the source of depression to cancer. Before the death that had been waiting for, it came down from the sky. When the accident happened, the people in the hospital handed in the death notice

Sign for Ling Dongming, and he knows that whether there is a car accident or not, his wife is running out of time. Half a year ago, Ling Han came back from a business trip. He found this mother's diary in the attic of Ling Dongming's house. It records the beginning of Jiang Meilan's involvement in her family, the initial collapse, the later acquiescence, the later entanglement, and even the failure of writing

Showing symptoms of depression and trance.

Jiang Meilan and Ling Dongming caused all this.

And the two sources of evil just like retribution died in a car accident a year ago, so even if Linghan knew so much truth, he could never find anyone to vent.

Only ye Huanyan was left.

The moonlight penetrates through the curtain and falls on the girl's face, revealing her delicate features.

Ling Han stood by the bed, staring at her for a long time.

I repeatedly thought of what my mother said to him when she was seriously ill. ”If you don't like her, you must make it clear to her. It's better to separate than to drag.”

It's not so much that I tormented her for half a year as I tormented myself for half a year.

He didn't get half the joy of revenge from her. Every time he hurt her, the strong guilt and remorse swept him with the long night, and then he couldn't sleep.

Maybe if you let her go, you let yourself go.

The next morning, when ye Huanyan wakes up, Ling Han is eating breakfast downstairs. She takes a look at the time on her mobile phone. Her face is tense. She jumps out of bed and rushes into the bathroom to wash her face and make up.

Lingling stood at the dining table and saw ye Huanyan, who came downstairs in a panic,

”Miss ye, do you want pumpkin porridge or black rice porridge for breakfast?”

Ye Huanyan took a look at the back of Linghan's head and swallowed, ”black rice... Forget it, I don't have time. Give me two steamed buns. I'll catch the bus.”

Ling Han light glanced at her, ”sit down to eat, I drive you to the company.”

The words came out of Linghan's mouth, as if the sun came out from the West.

Ye Huanyan was a little flustered and sat down suspiciously.

Lingling quickly filled the black rice porridge and brought it to her.

”Starting tomorrow, you move back to grandma.” Hearing this sentence, ye Huanyan is stiff all over. He suddenly looks up at Ling Han, but finds that he is not looking at himself at all. He is still drinking porridge slowly, still expressionless, still without waves. It seems that the sentence just now is her illusion, not the one he said

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