Chapter 467
"I'm sure." Luo Luo's voice is some serious, obviously also thought of together with Mo Leng Qing.
If Mo lengqing didn't lie
The details that had been ignored by himself were recalled in this moment, and Luo Luo finally realized that something was wrong.
Yes, Mo lengqing doesn't have to cheat himself. If he really killed himself, he doesn't have to lie at all. As for guilt or other things, even killing a wife can be done, how can you feel guilty?
So what's the problem?
She looked at Mo lengqing and forced down her uneasiness: "I remember I was directly sent to the hospital after I had a car accident. I saw you in the hospital not long ago."
Although he knew that there might be a problem, when he mentioned it again, Luo Luo was just as miserable as Mo lengqing.
Her pain is different from that of Mo lengqing.
At that time, Mo lengqing learned the news of Ye Ling's death, but he was immersed in the grief of losing his favorite person. He couldn't extricate himself for a moment, just like a walking corpse.
But Lolo is different.
She just learned that she was pregnant. One moment, she was still full of joy. The next second, she was betrayed by the person she loved most. She learned that her former affections were only illusions. Mo lengqing never loved herself. Even, in his eyes, being with her was just a play.
He loves Lin Yurou.
At that moment, the pain was like a huge torrent, and Jiang Luoluo's whole life was lost in it. At that moment, she just felt that her heart was like ashes, and she had no time to think more about other things.
"I was still in the company at that time." Although don't know Luo Luo exactly is to think of what, the facial expression is so oppressive, painful, Mo Leng Qing still subconsciously hugged her, "Ye Ling, what you see is false."
Mo lengqing is sure that it must be here.
"I was in the company at that time, and I just got a call from the hospital." Mo Leng Qing clenched Luo Luo's hand, don't know is to want to give her a glimmer of comfort, or want to draw some strength from her body.
He said: "there are many people who know about it. If you don't believe it, I can take you to verify it."
Luo Luo didn't answer his words. He lowered his eyes and continued: "I saw you come in with a scalpel. You told me that Lin Yurou's heart had a problem, and my heart is what you have been preparing for her, and then..."
"And then..." Luo Luo couldn't help shaking all over. She covered her mouth and couldn't speak any more.
Mo Leng Qing looks at her this appearance, only feel pain to cannot breathe.
There is no need for Luo Luo to say that he knows what happened.
How could it be like this!
his eyes were getting darker and his clenched fist was white: "I'll find out the truth."
At the beginning, he thought that Ye Ling's death was really just an accident, but now from Luo Luo's words, it's obviously not that simple.
In Luo Luo's memory, he gouged out her heart and knew that it caused her death.
Mo lengqing can think of how sad Luoluo was when she suffered from severe physical pain and psychological pain!
no wonder Luoluo hated herself so much in her life.
If Mo lengqing didn't lie
The details that had been ignored by himself were recalled in this moment, and Luo Luo finally realized that something was wrong.
Yes, Mo lengqing doesn't have to cheat himself. If he really killed himself, he doesn't have to lie at all. As for guilt or other things, even killing a wife can be done, how can you feel guilty?
So what's the problem?
She looked at Mo lengqing and forced down her uneasiness: "I remember I was directly sent to the hospital after I had a car accident. I saw you in the hospital not long ago."
Although he knew that there might be a problem, when he mentioned it again, Luo Luo was just as miserable as Mo lengqing.
Her pain is different from that of Mo lengqing.
At that time, Mo lengqing learned the news of Ye Ling's death, but he was immersed in the grief of losing his favorite person. He couldn't extricate himself for a moment, just like a walking corpse.
But Lolo is different.
She just learned that she was pregnant. One moment, she was still full of joy. The next second, she was betrayed by the person she loved most. She learned that her former affections were only illusions. Mo lengqing never loved herself. Even, in his eyes, being with her was just a play.
He loves Lin Yurou.
At that moment, the pain was like a huge torrent, and Jiang Luoluo's whole life was lost in it. At that moment, she just felt that her heart was like ashes, and she had no time to think more about other things.
"I was still in the company at that time." Although don't know Luo Luo exactly is to think of what, the facial expression is so oppressive, painful, Mo Leng Qing still subconsciously hugged her, "Ye Ling, what you see is false."
Mo lengqing is sure that it must be here.
"I was in the company at that time, and I just got a call from the hospital." Mo Leng Qing clenched Luo Luo's hand, don't know is to want to give her a glimmer of comfort, or want to draw some strength from her body.
He said: "there are many people who know about it. If you don't believe it, I can take you to verify it."
Luo Luo didn't answer his words. He lowered his eyes and continued: "I saw you come in with a scalpel. You told me that Lin Yurou's heart had a problem, and my heart is what you have been preparing for her, and then..."
"And then..." Luo Luo couldn't help shaking all over. She covered her mouth and couldn't speak any more.
Mo Leng Qing looks at her this appearance, only feel pain to cannot breathe.
There is no need for Luo Luo to say that he knows what happened.
How could it be like this!
his eyes were getting darker and his clenched fist was white: "I'll find out the truth."
At the beginning, he thought that Ye Ling's death was really just an accident, but now from Luo Luo's words, it's obviously not that simple.
In Luo Luo's memory, he gouged out her heart and knew that it caused her death.
Mo lengqing can think of how sad Luoluo was when she suffered from severe physical pain and psychological pain!
no wonder Luoluo hated herself so much in her life.