I don’t have a brass head or an iron arm. There are twenty boxes, each containing no less than twenty kilograms of things...
Bring these up, my life is almost over.
What you did really made my heart almost have a heart attack...
I originally sympathized with Leng Gongqian, but now I really feel deeply sorry for my overflowing sympathy...
But... alas... forget it, we have moved everything up.
I suddenly remembered something.
"Sister Qianqian, I don't know if I'm overthinking it. Why do I always feel that the atmosphere between you and Leng Gongluo is a bit weird..."
It was an indescribable feeling, and the subtle atmosphere was very strange.
"Haha, you can see this. In fact, Baobao, you are quite considerate."
When Leng Gongqian heard me talking about this, she put down her coffee cup, a trace of loneliness flashed in her eyes, "Actually, Xiao Luo and I are half-siblings..."
"Half-mother?"
I was surprised, it turned out to be like this...
I suddenly remembered the story that Gu Shangxiu once told me, the story of Leng Gongluo’s parents...
"Sister Qianqian, could it be said that your mother is the woman who fell in love with Leng Gongluo's father?"
"You actually know this?" Leng Gongqian looked at me in disbelief, with a look of disbelief on his face, "Who told you this? This has been a secret that the Gong family has hidden for many years. Now almost no one can remember and
Speaking of which, could it be said that Xiao Luo told you? He has never been willing to mention this matter..."
"I……"
I bit my lip. I didn't know whether I should tell her or not. In fact, it was Brother Xiu who told me.
"Forget it." A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Leng Gongqian's mouth, and he lowered his head, unable to see her expression clearly, "No matter who told you, this is indeed a fact that cannot be changed. Yes, my mother is the one who killed me.
The woman who killed Xiao Luo's biological mother, Bao Bao, now that you know this, do you look down on me? My biological mother turned out to be a murderer..."
I held her slightly trembling little hand, and finally understood that no matter who it was, there was a secret and a past in their hearts that they didn't want to mention. Leng Gongluo was like this, living in pain, so how could Leng Gongqian not be in pain?