Li Yue's question made Ling Xiucheng find that he couldn't answer.

He didn't face his face, and he didn't dare to look at Li Yue's clear and sharp eyes again.

The man held his hand into a fist in front of his mouth and coughed lightly, looked at the scenery in the courtyard, faced Li Yue with his side face, and said slowly:

"Li Yue, I know you are still immersed in the pain of your child's death."

"But your child is gone, and it has nothing to do with Qinghe."

"Qinghe took the child to come to you and your mother, it was also kind ..."

After speaking, he turned his head and looked at Li Yue, "You and your friends like Qinghe like this, and pushed down the maid holding Ran Ran, is it a bit too hurtful?"

"Is it hurt?"

Li Yue turned around, sat down under the parasol, pulled Ling Guo for breakfast:

"I hurt people like this, then what your baby daughter Ling Qinghe does does not hurt my heart?"

Ling Xiucheng twisted his eyebrows, "Li Yue, if you stand on the standpoint of Qinghe, you know she is not malicious ..."

Li Yue laughed and came:

"I stand on her standpoint and think about the problem. Who is standing on my position and thinking about the problem? Do you?"

Ling Xiucheng paused.

He did not expect that for only a month, Li Yue not only really came out of the pain of losing his child, but also became so sharp.

In other words, she was originally sharp, but she never took out her tough side to deal with the Ling family?

Ling Xiucheng's mind was a little messy, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

At this time, his eyes fell into the trash can.

In the trash can, lying quietly with a few black hot bronze invitations.

Obviously, it is an invitation for Ling Qinghe and Qin Muran's wedding.

He exhaled deeply, walked over his legs, and picked up the invitation.

Fortunately, there was nothing dirty in the trash bin in the early morning. The invitation was still clean.

Ling Xiucheng wiped the invitation with his sleeves, and gently put it on Li Yue's table:

"Now that you have come out of the shadow of your child's death ..."

"Three days later, Mu Ran and Qinghe's wedding, you should still go to."

"You are a member of the Ling family, and once got married with Mu Ran ..."

"If you don't appear, others will misunderstand our internal disagreement, causing unnecessary trouble."

Li Yue took the glass and sipped the milk, and laughed with a bit of lips.

She glanced at Ling Qinghe holding Ran Ran's leaving, with a few traces of coldness on her lips:

"Mr. Lao Lao thinks that the inside of our Ling family loves each other?"

Ling Xiucheng's face turned white instantly.

Even if he doesn't say, the answer is obvious.

Li Yue lowered his head and gently stirred the porridge side dish in the bowl with a spoon:

"The Ling family is not inherent, is still afraid of others to talk about?"

She hooked her lips and continued her head without raising her head:

"I don't like to decorate the peace, and I don't like acting."

"Their wedding, I won't go."

Woman's words, let Ling Xiucheng narrow his eyes dead:

"Li Yue!"

He looked at the woman with a light face in front of him:

"For nearly a year, you have been raising your fetus here, conditioning your body, regardless of asking about the Ling family."

"Do you know, this year, the Ling family was almost attacked by Li Jingchuan's Li's Group without any way to go?"

"We can only work with the Qin family and cooperate more closely with the Qin family in order to resist the monster of Li Jingchuan together!"

"This year, I read you pregnant, the child in your stomach is special, and I have never asked you what to do for the Ling family."

"What about Qinghe?"

"She was also pregnant, but she stood beside me when the Ling family was most critical, helping me running the Ling's Group, and ran before and after."
Chapter completed!