Listening to Fu Yunting\'s soothing voice, Xia Ling almost indulged in it again.

But in the end, she pushed him away.

"Leave it to you? Fu Yunting, don\'t tease me. You know how grandma was in a coma? If it was your mother who poisoned grandma, what would you do? Kill relatives for righteousness?"

He forced her to break the relationship between mother and son. She couldn\'t let him do so.

But the person who really poisoned grandma, she must tell him the suspect.

Grandma is such a good old man, but he was hurt like this. It\'s his family business. How would he deal with it?

Hearing this, a trace of pain flashed in Fu Yunting\'s eyes.

The slender hand reached into his pocket and felt out a spring knife.

The white blade was shining brightly under the light.

"Lingling, I said, I\'ll give you an explanation. She\'s my mother. I can\'t send her to prison, but I\'ll solve it in my way. And let me atone for the harm she caused you."

With that, Fu Yunting took the knife and stabbed himself.

Xia Ling was frightened when Fu Yunting took out the knife. Seeing that he wanted to stab himself with the knife, he hurriedly took his hand.

"No, Fu Yunting, stop."

Although the prevention was timely, it could not resist Fu Yunting\'s cruelty to himself. The knife still stabbed into his texture, and the blood slowly seeped out.

Xia Ling was frightened and her tears blurred her eyes.

"Fu Yunting, are you sick? Why did you stab yourself?"

How can this be?

Carrying a knife with you?

Did he make up his mind to rely on her today?

"Yes, I\'m sick. Only you can cure my illness. Lingling, promise me not to leave me. Trust me once and leave everything to me, okay?"

Fu Yunting held Xia Ling\'s hand tightly. Although his body was painful, his heart was especially steady.

His desperate and repentant behavior will get her forgiveness, right?

Because his little wife is soft hearted.

"Fu Yunting, do I owe you in my last life?"

Xia Ling wiped her tears, distressed and anxious, "let\'s go. I\'ll help you to the hospital."

"Lingling, did you promise me? As long as you promise me, I\'ll listen to you."

Fu Yunting didn\'t move and forced her with her soft heart.

Xia Ling\'s tears fell down again. She bit her lips, looked at the man\'s beautiful face in tears and choked: "Fu Yunting, I will bully me. I hate you, I really hate you."

How can there be such a man?

He just ate her right, didn\'t he?

"Lingling, sorry, I love you, I can\'t let you go."

Fu Yunting hugged Xia Ling and sniffed her hair. The corners of his mouth bent.

He knew that she had compromised with him.

His bitter meat scheme succeeded.

In the hospital, Fu Yunting\'s wound was not deep and soon wrapped up.

Xia Ling\'s mood has calmed down, and she only feels tired all over her body.

She couldn\'t refuse his request, but she was worried about her mother\'s safety.

At the moment, she really didn\'t know how to deal with it.

"Lingling, let\'s go."

Fu Yunting put on his coat and looked at Xia Ling with a smile.

Xia Ling pursed her lips, but said, "I want to see grandma."

After Mrs. Fu\'s accident, she hasn\'t seen her yet.

At the moment, she didn\'t want to think about anything. She just wanted to see her old man first.

"OK."

Fu Yunting nodded, held her hand tightly, and strongly circled her around him.