Originally I didn't want to ask, but you saw it all with your eyes. It's all on the bright side. If you don't ask, it doesn't seem to be good.

"This..."

Liang Cuiyu saw his daughter, saw that he was hurt, and when he saw himself, he asked worriedly.

I cried unconsciously.

Weeping and weeping, but also smoked.

Looking at Liang Cuiyu's appearance, Yin Moring was also very embarrassed. They were in a very quiet cafe now, and Liang Cuiyu's crying sounded very loud at this time.

"Are you OK?"

Yin Moling pulled out two tissues from the paper box on one 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 own daughter is my own daughter.

It's so good, like Shen Qingming, he is simply an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf.

"You called me out, what's the matter!?\'

Yin Moling waited patiently, waited until she had finished crying, and then asked again.

"Lingling... what do you think of Aunt Liang?"

Liang Cuiyu asked, and at the same time, there was some hope in his eyes.

"what?"

Her sudden question made Yin Mo Ling very surprised.

What is good about gambling ghosts? In her heart, she despised her very much, but when she thought of it, she was going to tell herself a secret now.

So I endured it, looked at her with a smile and said, "Aunt Liang is a nice person, and my mother is always in my ears, complimenting Aunt Liang, saying that if it weren't for Aunt Liang, I wouldn't be alive!"

Looking at the smile on Yin Moling's face, Liang Cuiyu's heart was filled with warmth.

"I have a secret to tell you!"

Liang Cuiyu looked at Yin Moling, and in his heart, she only felt that if she had told her the truth, she would be very happy.

"What's the secret?"

Yin Moring looked at her with a solemn look, and knew about this. It must be no small matter.

"Aunt Liang is the Qingming thing, you tell me, I will definitely help."

While saying this, Yin Moling picked up the cup, brought it to his lips, and took a sip.

When Liang Cuiyu heard her talking about Shen Qingming, she felt a moment of depression in her heart. After being beaten by Shen Qingming, it is still very painful.

Really, if it is possible, she really doesn't want to hear Shen Qingming's name.

After comparing Shen Qingming and Yin Moring, Liang Cuiyu came to a conclusion very quickly.

My own daughter is my own daughter, although she didn't pull it up by herself, but the kind of affection in the blood still exists.

Therefore, Liang Cuiyu decided to tell her quickly.

Yin Moling sipped his coffee and looked at Liang Cuiyu with a pair of wonderful eyes.

Liang Cuiyu looked at her intently. At this moment, he said softly, "You are actually my child!"

After saying this, Liang Cuiyu looked at her very nervously.

Yin Moling was still very elegant. She was just preparing to put the coffee cup in her hand in the saucer, but when she heard this, she was still shocked.

Her hand trembled slightly.

Some coffee was spilled.

"Aunt Liang, don't be kidding!"

Yin Moling straightened his expression, and then finished everything at his hand.