Chapter 1228 Looking Back on the Past

It was really disgusting, so disgusting that Huang Ling almost wanted to vomit.

She swallowed the water that surfaced in her mouth to suppress the disgusting smell.

Once, she felt that his big palm was very safe.

She liked to hold his hand very much. It was a pair of very beautiful hands with big palms and slender fingers. Just like his appearance, it was enough to drive women crazy.

He liked to use his hands to knead her tender white breasts, and he liked to use his fingers to caress her there.

Will he be crazier with Aina than riding on her?

Thinking about it, Huang Ling recalled the promise he had made to her, and everything he had experienced with her.

Tears overflowed from my eyes inadvertently, and my eyes were filled with tears——

Her bangs, her long eyelashes, covered her eyes.

Maupassant only saw her wet eyelashes, but could not see the tears in her eyes that were holding back to prevent them from falling.

But he knew she was crying.

She is so kind and loves him so much. Why is she not sad when his father dies? Why don't you cry?

He said warmly: "Huang Ling, prosecution is just a formality. You will be scared if you are detained here. Mommy and grandpa will visit you every day."

Huang Ling recalled what happened to them and was in a trance.

She didn't listen to what he said.

The more I think about every moment I spent with him, the more I feel wronged.

Tears fell down, hitting the table and splashing water.

When Brenda and Ross saw the tears on the table, they couldn't help but look surprised, and then felt distressed.

Maupassant was also distressed, she cried——

He closed his big palm and held her little hand tightly!

Huang Ling, who was lost in thought and crying, felt a tightness in her hand. She was stunned and came back to her senses.

With tearful eyes and blurred vision, she stared blankly at the big palm holding her hand with mixed emotions.

"Don't cry, I will come to see you when I have time." So, she is locked up here, and she feels aggrieved, but she won't be bored.

He would visit her when he had time, and his mother and grandpa would visit her every day.

Huang Ling withdrew her hand, but Maupassant refused to let go, but held it tighter.

Huang Ling raised her head and looked at Maupassant with tears in her eyes, "My hands hurt when you do this."

"Does this hurt?" Maupassant relaxed a little.

Huang Ling took advantage of him to relax and pulled back hard.

Maupassant raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her with deep eyes.

She seemed... to be repelled by him.

"You don't have to visit me often if you don't have time. This place is better than I imagined, much better than the cell in the TV series." Huang Ling blinked, and finally raised her eyes calmly and looked at Maupassant and said.

"My child, you look very bad. Just treat this period of time as resting here, don't think about anything, sleep when you are full, and eat when you wake up," Brenda said.

Her expression was gentle and elegant, her tone was unhurried and gentle, and her eyes looking at Huang Ling were full of concern.

Huang Ling looked at Brenda. She had lost her husband, but now she had to comfort and care about herself.

Huang Ling was angry just now because she lied to her, but now that she heard her words and saw her expression, Huang Ling was not angry, but felt sorry for her.

"Brenda, my condolences."

Brenda was sad, but she didn't show it in front of Huang Ling.

She pursed her lips and smiled softly, "This is not the first time Jingkai has encountered assassination. He was too lucky to escape in the past... He told me before he was alive that he wanted me to do it. Be mentally prepared.”

Huang Ling heard this and looked at Maupassant. Was he like his father, who would be secretly watched at any time and wanted to take his life?