"Who said he was not dead?" Mrs. Lian's eyes instantly became ferocious, and she gritted her teeth and said, "I hate him to death. He ruined my life. I wish I could eat his flesh, drink his blood, and slash my skin and bones...

...He fell into my hands, how could he survive?"

"Because your business has not been completed, how can you bear to let him die?"

"Nonsense, I can't use him what I want to do!"

"He is the only person who knows the whereabouts of the Lord of God! If you want to seek revenge on the Lord of God, you must ensure that he is alive... Mrs. Lian, you are reluctant to kill him!"

"..." Mrs. Lian's expression changed again.

She looked at Ling Luoyu steadily and didn't speak for a long time.

Finally, nodded.

"I understand a little now why Lu Ming chose you as an ally! But you guessed a little wrong. I hate the Lord of God to seek revenge on him, but in the final analysis, he is still my child's father!

”

"Your child's father?" Ling Luoyu smiled: "I thought that a rank like you, a man has become a resistance to you to draw his sword. I didn't expect to talk about feelings like this!"

"What kind of emotions are you talking about? Let's talk about emotions!" Feng Chenglin sneered disdainfully: "Didn't Mrs. Lian say it very clearly just now? The Lord of God has no feelings for her, just to give birth to a child through her belly, and Mrs. Yu Lu, the son of Mrs. Yu Lu, has no feelings for her.

It’s just that the two people are in love, right, Mrs. Lian?"

"Fatty, you know what a fuck. Women are soft-hearted and feel sorry for their children from the bottom of their hearts. They want to give their children a father..."

"I can understand it to my father, that's a must, but the key to the problem is that this father must also want this child and the child's mother! If someone only wants a child but not a mother, then the child's mother talks about emotions here...

…Isn’t it a joke?!”

The two of them sang together and did not give Mrs. Lian any face at all.

"Fatty, be careful of your words!"

"Oh, I've said too much!" Feng Chenglin Ji covered his mouth exaggeratedly.

He looked like a tongue-in-law who was gossiping behind his back. He was caught in person and was a bit embarrassed, but he was more joking.

"Mrs. Lian, don't get me wrong. I have no other meaning. I'm not talking about you... I just talk about the matter and just said something about my own thoughts. If you say something wrong or make you unhappy, you must have to

Haihan, don't take it to your heart..."

These words were fanning the flames and adding fuel to the fire. Mrs. Lian's eyes were dodging and she didn't know how to answer them.

If she answered, wouldn’t it be equivalent to admitting that these two people are talking about themselves?!

But if we don’t speak, we will always feel uncomfortable in our hearts, we can’t get up or down.

"You don't need to say such things. I know what you mean. I'm not doing something superficial. I really don't want to hurt my son!"

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin looked at each other.

That look was clearly—

...Play, you continue to act!

...You are the protagonist, and you wrote the script, you can say whatever you want!

...You said that it's for your son, just for your son, who can argue with you?

...

The eyes of the two made Mrs. Lian feel guilty inexplicably.

"I know that the Lord of God treats me as a means of childbirth, giving birth to a son for him, and passing on his family line..."

"Well, Mrs. Lian, you three have such a messy emotional dispute... It's not reasonable to mess with us, right?" Feng Chenglin interrupted her.
Chapter completed!