Chapter 1227 If You Don’t Tolerate It Any Longer

What surprised Huang Ling was not Maupassant, but Brenda and Old Man Los!

Huang Ling stood stiffly at the door of the interview room, looking at Brenda and Old Man Los in surprise.

Why are they... with Maupassant?

Could it be that they are Maupassant's mother and grandfather? !

Huang Ling opened her eyes slightly and looked at Maupassant.

Maupassant was looking at her and saw her looking at him with confusion and shock.

He opened his mouth and said in a low voice: "My mommy and my grandpa."

When Huang Ling heard this, her heart twitched. She had obviously guessed it, but when she heard what Maupassant said, she felt like she had been deceived.

My heart aches.

The whole family is playing with her——

Huang Ling's heart was very heavy. She was in a good mood after singing with Cheng Xichen.

In this moment, it was all gone.

She walked in.

Sit across from them.

She was pale, had not slept last night, and had thick dark circles under her eyes.

Maupassant felt very uncomfortable seeing her like this.

He asked: "Can't you sleep well?"

Huang Ling didn't answer him, or even look at him.

She looked at Brenda and Old Man Los.

Brenda looked at Huang Ling distressedly: "Huang Ling..."

Huang Ling avoided her eyes, looked at old man Los, and asked, "Los, I heard that you injured your foot. Are you feeling better?"

Old man Ross nodded: "Much better." Then his eyes became hot and he said, "Girl, I've suffered so much for you. You can't bear it any longer, huh?"

Huang Ling smiled and said, "It's not bitter. I can think about many things if I'm locked up inside."

Brenda stretched out her hand to shake Huang Ling's hand, but Huang Ling avoided her.

Brenda didn't catch it, so she looked at Huang Ling in surprise.

Huang Ling looked at her apologetically: "I haven't washed my hands for several days."

She was lying. She even washed it before Cheng Xichen left.

Maupassant looked at her hands, which were white and clean.

Brenda smiled bitterly: "I don't dislike you, child."

"..." Huang Ling pursed her lips slightly.

Brenda looked at her: "We believe you, Huang Ling, don't be sad. Jingkai's death has nothing to do with you."

Huang Ling smiled lightly and said: "If it doesn't matter, will I be locked up here? I'm ready to sue."

She moved her eyes, looked at Maupassant, and smiled softly: "As long as it can make you happy."

If he feels happy with Aina, she will make it happen. If he thought he would be happy if he prosecuted her and she was shot, she would be fine with it.

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

Her words made Maupassant's heart twitch slightly.

How he wanted to hold her in his arms——

He also wanted to say to her, "I feel sorry for you temporarily," but when the words reached his throat, he spat them back.

She has already been wronged, so let her continue to feel wronged.

"I heard that you don't want to eat, so that's not okay." He said calmly.

"They are talking nonsense. I had two steamed buns, a boiled egg, and a bowl of white porridge with pickles for breakfast."

When Maupassant heard this, he raised his eyebrows. What kind of breakfast is this?

Pickles... are not only nutritious, eating too much is bad for your health!

"Inside, you must know how to take care of yourself. Huang Ling..." Maupassant reached over and held her hand.

Huang Ling wanted to hide, but she was just dazed for a moment when Maupassant's big palm came over her.

Her hands were small, soft, and boneless.

His big palms were covered with a thin layer of calluses, and she felt the roughness of his palms.

Huang Ling lowered her eyes and looked at his big palm.

The thought of his hands touching Aina's body as if it were hers made her feel sick.