Her tears made Murong Ling stunned and he quickly stopped all his movements.
"Momo, Momo, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was too impulsive!" He leaned on her body and kissed her tears gently.
Lu Zimo cried even harder at this time, pushed him away hard, pulled up her clothes, and hid in the corner of the bed.
"Murong Ling, why are you doing this to me?" she asked, crying.
Murong Ling was at a loss: "Momo, it's because I love you so much. I saw you with that boy, so I got mad. Don't cry. It's all my fault. Don't cry, okay? You're like this to me
It will hurt!"
Facing such gentle and affectionate Murong Ling, Lu Zimo collapsed and cried loudly: "Murong Ling, please don't do this, why are you doing this? You already have Nian Nian and a daughter, please don't.
Please provoke me again, okay? I don’t want to be the third party who destroys other people’s families."'
Murong Ling looked confused: "Momo, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand? Niannian and I are just good friends!"
"Murong Ling, don't deny it, stop pretending. This will make me look down on you even more."
"What am I pretending to do? Momo, even if you want to sentence me to death, you still want me to die clearly?"
The more she spoke, the more confused Murong Ling became.
"Okay, okay, let me make it clear to you." Lu Zimo grabbed the bag beside the bed that she had been carrying just now, took out her mobile phone from it, and then directly opened Murong Ling's personal space.
"See for yourself, life is full of surprises. What does it mean to receive a little cotton-padded jacket? Do you dare to say that the child Niannian is holding is not yours?" Lu Zimo threw the phone to him and asked angrily.
Murong Ling grabbed the phone and took a look, then suddenly laughed.
"Murong Ling, you have nothing to say! We are done with each other from now on. Don't appear in front of me again." With that, Lu Zimo got off the bed, picked up his backpack and left.
"Momo, you sentenced me to death without asking any questions. Isn't it too unfair to me!" Murong Ling hugged her from behind and put his face on her shoulder.
"Murong Ling, what else do you have to explain!" Lu Zimo straightened her back and spoke in a cold voice.
"That child is not mine at all. It was only this time that I found out about Nian Nian having a baby when I went back. Momo, are you going to kill me unjustly?" Murong Ling's voice revealed endless grievances.
"It's not yours? Then why did you say you got a little cotton-padded jacket?" Lu Zimo's tone softened a little.
"Don't leave, don't be angry, don't let me go, I'll tell you!" Murong Ling kissed her earlobe lightly and started to cheat.
Lu Zimo opened his hand, turned around and glared at him: "Are you blackmailing me? What is your relationship with Niannian's daughter? I have no interest at all!"
However, despite saying this, she did not leave, but just stared at Murong Ling angrily.
Murong Ling held her hand: "Nian Nian's child has no father. I accepted that little girl as my goddaughter. Of course I got a little cotton-padded jacket!"
"No father? How is this possible? How can the child not have a father? Murong Ling, are you lying to me again?" Lu Zimo withdrew her hand, very angry.
Murong Ling quickly explained: "Momo, that child really doesn't have a father. Niannian, this girl is just like her mother, very bold. She took over an in vitro fertilization project from our hospital in Switzerland two years ago, and she was actually in the research process
I went to a relevant institution to borrow semen and gave birth to Yueyue. Aunt Wang Qi was almost driven crazy."
Lu Zimo frowned, still in disbelief: "Is everything you said true?"
"Of course it's true. If I, Murong Ling, deceived Lu Zimo, let me -" In order to make Momo believe it, he began to swear.