Mu Lingbo leaned on his shoulder and refused to raise her head. Her voice was also very low, "If you have any questions, please wait until the poison is detoxified."
"Although I think I will definitely be able to detoxify, but... people are always afraid of what might happen. What if God doesn't have eyes and I don't have the chance to ask?"
Mu Lingbo's brows were about to furrow in pain, but he couldn't stop this instinctive reaction and couldn't relax. "Actually, Xiaobao is very worried about you. Bai Di said he would bring Xiaobao here in a while. What do you want to say?
It can save a little effort.”
"I just want to ask you a question, but it seems you don't want to answer it."
She originally wanted to avoid it, but she wanted to avoid it instinctively. Because just thinking about it would make her feel fear and pain, which was completely unimaginable.
"Will you forgive me?"
Mu Lingbo was stunned and said in a low voice, "When I was plotted against you, you fell into the trap, and then everyone ran away for their lives. There's no telling who forgives whom."
"Then why have you never taken me to heart? Aren't you always blaming me?"
She couldn't help it, and a tear quietly fell from the corner of her eyes, but she didn't want him to see it, "It's a fact that you are Xiaobao's father, but it doesn't mean that I have to care as long as you are Xiaobao's father. Even if it was just a mistake in the past.
I’m also grateful because I can’t imagine what I would do without Xiaobao.”
"Yeah." He only responded lightly.
"But I don't think it was a mistake. If I had the chance to choose, I hope this person is still you."
She kept her tone as calm as possible, but her final voice still couldn't help but tremble a little.
Mo Jiuling frowned, "Actually, you still have me in your heart."
He just always armed himself and never let down his guard.
"What on earth do you want to say!"
He immediately adjusted his tone and continued to pretend nothing was wrong, "It's nothing. Knowing this, I will die without regrets."
This time he really died without regrets, because when Mu Lingbo found out the truth that he was about to 'die', he might even want to kill him...
"Why die?" She smiled bitterly in a low voice, her face pressed against Mo Jiuling's shoulder, "Didn't I say that you are very strong and can detoxify yourself..."
"Ling Bo." He seemed to have thought for a long time, "If anything happens to me, can you forget me and live a good life?"
Mu Lingbo's tears immediately welled up and he couldn't stop it. He said in a choked voice, "I can't do it..."
He put Mu Lingbo's hand around his waist from behind, and spoke in a distant tone, with a bit of pretentious sadness, "I heard from Xiaobao that he has a booklet for you to choose a husband. It's inside
He listed all the people who might be his father and assessed them one by one...I secretly looked at them once and he wrote a nine character on the last page. I guess it's because the strokes of other characters in my name are too complicated?"
Tears had already wetted the gown on Mo Jiuling's shoulders. Mu Lingbo simply ignored whether his vulnerable side was seen and crazily hugged his neck and kissed him.
Mo Jiuling turned around and hugged Mu Lingbo's waist, kissed her face, and frowned deeply when she tasted the salty taste of tears.
There was a needle-pricking feeling in her heart, as if she could really feel the pain in her heart. It was as if she was really about to die.
It's really bad, it's overacted...
She was hesitating whether to surrender voluntarily, but her heartstrings were touched by Mu Lingbo's random and crazy kiss. She couldn't help but hugged her tighter and tighter, kissed her lips deeply, and demanded everything with all her strength.
