Song Wu worry came to the hospital, Huang Ling was sitting in a hospital bed.

The bed was raised by Mobson, and she was more comfortable sitting like this.

Mobson sat in front of the bed, holding a book and reading her romantic and beautiful love story in the book.

Huang Ling is not bandaged like a mummy, but she is still wearing thick, and the wound is still covered with large pieces of white gauze.

The gauze on the face was removed, and the wound on the face and forehead was scratched by the glass fragments, and it seemed to leave scars.

Without the layer of gauze covering her expression, Mobson could clearly see her muffled expression.

Mobson thought that she was listening to the beautiful love story he read, which made her fall into sorrow.

So... he read more vigorously.

Until Song Wu has come in, Huang Ling has returned to God and her eyes are bright: "No worries, you are here!"

Mobson raised his eyebrows and looked at Huang Ling. Why did he have the illusion that he was in Huang Ling’s heart and couldn’t compare with Song’s worry?

Mobson stopped reading the story, sat there silently, and looked at them.

Song Wuyou brought in the breakfast made by Song Jie for Huang Ling and Mo Bosen. She handed the breakfast to Mobson: "Your breakfast, you should eat first."

Mobson took it, "Thank you."

Mobson got up and walked into the restaurant to take the breakfast out.

Huang Ling looked at Song without worry.

Song Wushou sat down and smiled at Huang Ling’s face: “Leave a scar, don’t know if you can eliminate it later.”

Huang Ling does not care about the scars on her face.

She has sent a divorce certificate to her, and she is now free.

Mobson did not deny her, she did not care about the injury on her face.

She looked at Song Wuyou faintly: "I have watched the news on the Internet, and the reports on TV, I also read."

Song Wuxi smiled and looked at Huang Ling. She knew that Huang Ling would continue to speak, so she did not interrupt and listened quietly.

"No worries, those photos, the previous stupid things, have been turned out, and also a big pass." Huang Ling looked at Song Wuxi: "I am, I let you like this."

"Stupid girl, what are you blaming yourself?" Song Wuxi smiled and then looked at Huang Ling seriously: "Huang Ling, you don't want to think back to the past life, huh? You are not the Song of your past life, you Now it is Huang Ling. Now, what is Song Worry, what is the public opinion, is nothing to worry about, let her bear, don’t blame, don’t be jealous, you will only be worse Happy."

"The photos, the previous stupid things, the arrogance and arbitrariness of Song, and the arrogance, are all in my eyes. But if you want to bear these, how can I not? If I started, I am not so arrogant, so stupid. Things will be fine." Huang Ling grinned.

"You are not good now? Huang Ling is very cute, and there is a man he likes and likes himself."

"What do you do in the future?" Huang Ling asked worriedly.

"It will live well, manage Song, earn some money, wait for the aunt to come back, can give him a little money to make a comeback."

"But when does the scorpion come back?"

In Song Wu’s eyes, he passed a touch of loss and sorrow. When did he come back... How did she know?

Immediately, she looked at Huang Ling resolutely: "I don't know when I come back, but I believe he will definitely be back!"

"It’s been so long, where is he?" Huang Ling was worried.