I didn't want to ask at first, but you saw it with your eyes. It was all on the surface. It would be bad if you didn't ask.
"This..."
Liang Cuiyu saw her daughter, saw that she was hurt, saw herself, and asked worriedly.
I cried unconsciously.
Crying, crying, and twitching.
Seeing Liang Cuiyu like this, Yin Moling was also very embarrassed. They were now in a very quiet cafe, and Liang Cuiyu's crying seemed very loud.
"Are you OK?"
Yin Moling took out two tissues from the paper box on the side and handed them to her.
"I'm fine!"
Liang Cuiyu took the tissue in her hand and wiped it on her face.
Alas, my daughter is my daughter.
He is so good, but unlike Shen Qingping, he is like an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf.
"What's the matter with you calling me out!?'
Yin Moling patiently waited until she finished crying before asking again.
"Lingling... what do you think of Aunt Liang?"
Liang Cuiyu asked, and at the same time, there was still some hope in her eyes.
"ah?"
Her sudden question made Yin Moling very surprised.
What's so good about gambling ghosts? In her heart, she despised them very much, but when she thought about it, she wanted to tell herself a secret now.
So I endured it, looked at her with a smile and said, "Aunt Liang is very nice. My mother often praises Aunt Liang in my ears, saying that if it weren't for Aunt Liang, I wouldn't be alive!"
Seeing the smile on Yin Moling's face, Liang Cuiyu's heart felt even warmer.
"I have a secret to tell you!"
Liang Cuiyu looked at Yin Moling and felt in her heart that if she told her the truth, she would be very happy.
"What's the secret?"
Yin Moling looked at her with a solemn look and knew that this matter must not be trivial.
"Aunt Liang, is this Qingming's problem? Just tell me and I will definitely help."
While saying this, Yin Moling picked up the cup, brought it to her lips, and took a sip.
As soon as Liang Cuiyu heard her talking about Shen Qingxing, she felt depressed for a while. The beating she received from Shen Qingxing was still very painful.
Really, if it was possible, she really didn't want to hear Shen Qingqing's name.
After comparing Shen Qingqing and Yin Moling like this, Liang Cuiyu quickly came to a conclusion.
My daughter is my daughter. Although I didn't bring it up by myself, the family affection in the blood still exists.
Therefore, Liang Cuiyu decided to tell her as soon as possible.
Yin Moling sipped her coffee and looked at Liang Cuiyu with her wonderful eyes.
Liang Cuiyu looked at her intently. At this time, she said softly, "You are actually my child!"
After saying this, Liang Cuiyu looked at her very nervously.
Yin Moling was originally very elegant. She was just about to put the coffee cup in her hand into the saucer, but when she heard her say this, she was still shocked.
Her hand trembled slightly.
Some coffee was spilled.
"Aunt Liang, stop joking!"
Yin Moling straightened her expression and took care of everything at hand.