"On the afternoon of the thirteenth, it happened to be the death day of her dead father. I got off work early and made her and his father's favorite dishes. I ate with two empty bowls and chopsticks. That was sad. Maybe It was her father who appeared, at this moment, she coughed twice... "
Thirteenth...
When Gu Yanhao heard this, his heart twitched fiercely.
That day, it happened to be the yacht explosion—
And the day the girl jumped off the building was also the day Song Wuyou had a car accident.
She jumped off the building in the early morning, and Song Wuyou had a car accident in the morning.
Although the time is not accurate to the hour, minute and second, the date is such a coincidence—
Gu Yanhao pursed her thin lips tightly, her emotions were tumbling, her heart was beating wildly.
And Mu Gu's heart was in deep pain, clutching tightly, and tightly holding the hand hanging by his side.
His gaze was locked on Huang Ling's face.
She inherited Song Wuyou's soul
Looking at her Shen Yun, she was completely different from the woman he knew.
Rather, it was quite similar to the arrogant and domineering Song Wuyou from before.
Gu Yanhao suppressed the excitement in his heart, stepped forward, came to the bed and sat down.
Huang Ling stared at him intently. Seeing him looking at her, she pursed her lips and looked at him quietly.
"You know me?" Gu Yanhao asked.
Huang Ling suddenly smiled, that "giggle" laughter was exactly the same as Song Wuyou before the car accident.
"Gu Yanhao, my husband, why don't you know him?" The girl looked at Gu Yanhao with a smile on her face, "I'm not stupid, and, don't try to distance yourself from me, I won't talk to you Divorce is for you and my eldest sister."
"Huang Ling, did you jump off the building because of him?" The woman was surprised: "Didn't you jump off the building because of Zhang Dong?"
"Have you made enough trouble? What seven months ago, what jumping off a building, don't say it in front of me? I'm so annoying." Huang Ling glanced at the woman displeased, "If you don't give up, I'll call my stepmother Come, prove to you that I am not your daughter."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and asked Gu Yanhao for a phone number, "Gu Yanhao, call me."
When she woke up, it seemed that everything had changed, and she couldn't even find the phone.
Gu Yanhao pursed her thin lips slightly, and looked at the little hand that stretched out indifferently.
It may be because she slept a lot, her hands are very small.
The patient is very big, if you don't reach out, her little hands are always in the sleeves, and you can't see her hands.
Stretching out like this, I only saw half of her fingers.
Gu Yanhao raised both hands to help her roll up her sleeves.
His movement is very light.
Huang Ling was taken aback, and looked at him in astonishment: "Gu Yanhao...?"
Gu Yanhao looked at her, "Surprised?"
Huang Ling's pale face turned rosy, and she was even more astonished when she heard his deep voice.
"You... don't you hate me very much and ignore me? How can you help me..." Roll up your sleeves
Huang Ling lowered her head and glanced at her hands that were not covered by her sleeves.
She frowned slightly, very tangled, and seemed to be thinking.
Then he raised his other hand, looked at it, and murmured: "It's strange, isn't there a scar on my arm? It's because I cut my pulse and killed myself."
"When did you commit suicide by cutting your pulse? Why didn't I know?" The woman came forward, looked at Huang Ling in surprise and asked urgently.
Huang Ling raised her head and looked at the woman arrogantly: "Do I have to notify you of everything I do? You said you are my mother, but you are not Yang Xiaolan. How did you become my mother? I don't understand."