Chapter 1041 Brother Mo, Can You Help Me Find the Whereabouts of Gu Yanhao?

Maupassant's eyes deepened. He must ask his grandfather to find an authoritative beautician to remove the scars on Huang Ling's face.

No woman doesn't care about her appearance, and it's such an obvious place on her cheeks.

When Huang Ling saw Maupassant staring at her face in trance, she asked, "Brother Mo, what are you thinking about?"

"I didn't think anything of it." Maupassant raised the corners of his sexy lips and brought the last spoonful of porridge to Huang Ling's mouth: "Finish."

Huang Ling's eyes were bright and sparkling. She smiled brightly, opened her mouth, and swallowed the spoonful of porridge.

She looked at Maupassant with a smile: "I'm in a good mood, everything I eat tastes so delicious."

Maupassant looked at her tenderly: "Shall I serve you another bowl?"

Huang Ling shook her head: "No, that's enough. I'll eat it later."

"Okay." Maupassant obeyed her in everything: "I'll wash the dishes."

Huang Ling smiled heartlessly: "Brother Mo is such a good man."

When Maupassant heard this, he couldn't help but laugh lowly. The laughter was like the sound of a bass cello, which made Huang Ling feel warm in her heart.

At first, Huang Ling looked at Maupassant washing the dishes infatuatedly. Thinking of getting along with him like this from now on, her heart felt as sweet as eating honey.

I don't know why, but as I kept thinking about it, I thought about Song Wuyou and Gu Yanhao.

Huang Ling looked gloomy, sitting on the bed, in a daze.

It's been so long since the Nanjiang Bridge accident, and Haozi hasn't come back yet.

Moreover, Mr. Gu has become like this. Is he really dead as the media said?

So...what should I do without worry?

She is a woman, she has to take care of a child, and she has to face these things——

Maupassant came out and saw Huang Ling sitting there sadly. He came over and asked with a smile: "What's wrong? What are you thinking about?"

Huang Ling raised her head and looked at Maupassant faintly: "Brother Mo, do you think Gu Yanhao is really dead?"

Upon hearing this, Maupassant's eyes darkened a little, "Do you really want to hear the truth?"

"If you don't listen to the truth, why should I ask you?"

"Although Mr. Gu is very powerful, he is still a human being after all, not a god. He fell into the rapids and was swept away. If he is not rescued in time, he is very likely to leave us."

"..."

"Don't talk about Mr. Gu, even for me, my time under the water is limited. Humans, not fish, can breathe freely in the water. If I were submerged in the water for a whole night, unable to breathe, I would die. "

"..." Huang Ling felt scared after hearing this.

"If Mr. Gu were still alive, with his personality, he would not let his wife face what she is experiencing now."

"So... he is really... dead...?" Huang Ling's eyes were red and she wanted to cry.

Gu Yanhao... She felt heartbroken when she thought of that man's death. After all, he was the man she once loved deeply.

Song Wuyou... Her heart ached even more when she thought that she had finally found happiness and lost it so quickly, and that she would live without Gu Yanhao in this world.

"Brother Ling, I dare not say whether Mr. Gu is dead or alive." Maupassant sat down and gently held Huang Ling's hand, "Brother Ling, you have to take good care of yourself and don't think about anything else."

Huang Ling suddenly grabbed Maupassant's arm tightly and looked at him anxiously: "Brother Mo, can you help me find Gu Yanhao's whereabouts?! I beg you, help me find his whereabouts, okay?" "

Huang Ling looked anxious, her voice was choked, her eyes were red, and she looked like she was about to shed tears at any moment.