Chapter 169 (1/2)

Want to love, but also afraid of injury, fear of loss, so no matter how, first eat again, first tied around again, as long as we get, then slowly find a way to solve the problem between him and Mu Tianxing. The premise is that if he wants to get it, he won't let her go! If she leaves, he would rather die with her!

This is the nature of wolves!

Ni Xiyue looks at his son in front of him. His tears are falling down.

She was not good enough to teach him well.

At the beginning, I had to let my best sister take him away. I thought he could grow up in the arms of his adoptive mother healthily and safely, at least lead the most ordinary but happy life.

But don't want to

Ling Yuan's sons fight against each other. How cruel!

”Xiaolie, first tell me when you first met Miss mu?”

She turned her back and quietly dried her tears.

Now is not the time for her to ask for his forgiveness. The past injury has already been caused. No matter how much I'm sorry, it can't be recovered!

She can only seize the moment to help her son keep the happiness he wants!

And linglie's eyes finally moved away from Ni Yajun's body. He looked at Ni sunset and found that his mother's eyes were red and his heart was smothering!

He was a little nervous when he opened his eyes wrongly.

What I did today, let my mother down!

He knew that he was never a pleasant child!

”When Tianxing was 9 years old.”

Linglie's understatement made the whole audience silent!

Zhuo ran came down from the upstairs, just heard this sentence, but also scared!

They follow four shaos all day long. When did they meet Miss mu?

Wait!

Zhuo ran was stunned!

Miss Mu is eighteen years old. When she was nine years old, she was nine years ago. Four young people are 26 years old. Nine years ago

Zhuo ran couldn't help exclaiming: ”it happened to be the year when four Shao had a car accident!”

Ni Xiyue clenched his fist and nearly choked every cell on his body: ”Xiaolie, I'm sorry.”

Linglie said with red eyes: ”when the accident happened, it was the driver who drove me to school with ran, but at that time he was thrown out of the copilot and flew to the field not far away, but I, after he flew out, suffered a rollover, and my legs were born in the car, and I couldn't move!”

Everyone: ”...”

Linglie said again: ”I have smelled the side leakage of gasoline. The driver in front of me is dead. I saw his brain crack on the windshield! I think I'm almost dead... ”

Everyone: ”...”