Chapter 1240 Huang Ling, I’m so Sad

"..." Huang Ling seemed like a soulless person, as if she didn't hear Maupassant's words, her eyes only shed tears without blinking.

"Silly girl, how could I not believe you?" Maupassant kissed the tears on his face and said in a low voice: "At that time, I was sad and angry. I was angry with you, you idiot, for letting Li Xinxin take away your key."

When Huang Ling heard this, her empty eyes finally had a glimmer of light. Did Li Xinxin take away her key?

So, Li Xinxin had the opportunity to enter his house and arranged the murder to kill his father?

Huang Ling's heart felt sharp pain again. So, she indirectly killed his father?

"I believe you. What kind of woman are you? I don't know yet? To sue you is to make people in country L take this matter seriously and make Li Chongjin and Li Xinxin take it lightly and get carried away." Maupassant coaxed her: "Don't be angry. Yes, huh?"

"..." Huang Ling's heart was trembling, and she kept thinking that she was the one who killed his father, she was the one who killed his father.

She had been at school, and she didn't know that Li Xinxin was close to her——

"Everything is over, don't blame yourself. Li Chongjin wants to kill my father. If one assassination fails, he will arrange the next assassination. Li Xinxin married you to break up us. Huang Ling, don't let the traitor If you succeed, don't do this to me, okay?" Maupassant kissed the tears on her face, and then kissed her forehead. His low voice was filled with a hint of pleading: "Don't be cold to me. I'll see you hate me. The sight, my heart aches. I lost my father and I don’t want to lose you.”

"..." Huang Ling smiled bitterly and sarcastically in her heart. She was so hehe. She said it better than she sang it.

If you don't want to lose her, why would you do that? Why would you betray her?

Even if he was drunk and drugged, she couldn't forgive him.

Maupassant kissed her forehead and could see her eyes.

After he said so much, she still had the same look, even sarcastic.

Maupassant's heart ached and he wanted all her jade fire to disappear.

He just put his clothes on and hugged her, lying on the bed.

"You are angry. You don't know how heartbroken it is to see you so angry. Huang Ling, I am very sad. I thought you would understand what I did."

"..." Huang Ling didn't want to speak. Of course she understood what he did, and she wasn't angry that he didn't believe her and sued her.

She knew that no matter what he did, he would leave a way out for her. What made her angry and desperate was not the death of Mo Jingkai, but the fact that he slept with Aina!

How could he treat that incident as if nothing happened and not say a word to her?

In fact, Huang Ling was waiting, waiting for him to tell her personally, waiting for him to explain, maybe seeing his expression of pain and regret, did she forgive him?

But he didn't say a word, which made her suffer even more.

If he doesn't confess to her, can he still sleep with Aina in France and abroad?

"Daddy has been buried. Find the murderer for him and he can rest in peace. Li Xinxin and Liang Dongzhang were killed by me to avenge daddy. Li Chongjin dare not be arrogant anymore. Huang Ling, our lives will be peaceful in the future. I will give you Happily. I told Mr. Gu that when my affairs in K country are settled, we will get married and give you a grand, luxurious wedding full of princess dreams, okay?" Maupassant hugged her tightly. , wishing to embed her into his body.

"Maurpassant, we broke up. Don't give me any more weddings. We have no future. Why do we need a wedding?"