Chapter 1750: We are all of the same kind Thirteen
Ling Yiche looked at Xia Ximo's painful look, stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly and said: "Good boy, Ximo, don't cry anymore, good boy, I will protect you well in the future and never let you go again."
suffered any harm.
The past is in the past, I will not despise you, on the contrary, I will feel sorry for you even more, hate myself, hate why I came to you eight years ago, why did I give you two million?
If I don't find you, if I don't give you two million, then you may see Ye Zijian again, and you won't go to the United States to find Ye Zijian. I really hate myself, why should I?
Give you two million.
Ximo, I beg you, don't cry anymore.
You really need to stop crying. Things in the past are all in the past. We regard all things in the past as the past and don’t think about it anymore. Okay, Ximo?
Let’s stop thinking about it?”
After hearing Ling Yiche's intermittent words, Xia Ximo's heart tightened. After crying for a while, it seemed as if she was finally tired of crying, and her voice gradually became quieter.
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He raised his eyes pitifully, stared at Ling Yiche and said, "Do you really not despise me?
Do you really not mind that I am dirty?"
When he said these words, Xia Ximo's whole body and eyes immediately became filled with a hint of terror. The fear in his eyes was so obvious, as if it was clear.
Ling Yiche, is he really not going to dislike it?
However, she clearly knew that Ling Yiche might really not dislike him, but she would not be able to pass the psychological test after all. If others did not dislike him, she would dislike herself.
A woman like this is really dirty, really, really dirty.
After hearing this, Ling Yiche looked at Xia Ximo and said like this: "No way, you don't think about these things again in the future, and we just don't mention these things again in the future."
After hearing this, Xia Ximo looked at Ling Yiche's serious look, and her eyes were slightly startled subconsciously. For a long time, she looked at Ling Yiche's clean eyes, and subconsciously, she couldn't help but lower her head.
He raised his head and couldn't help but speak softly: "But I myself despise myself for being dirty. I even feel that I am extremely dirty."