Chapter 1038 You Are No Longer the Song Wuyou in Your Previous Life

Song Wuyou came to the hospital, and Huang Ling sat on the hospital bed depressedly.

The hospital bed was raised by Maupassant, making it more comfortable for her to sit like this.

Maupassant sat in front of the bed, holding a book and reading to her the romantic and poignant love story in the book.

Huang Ling was not bandaged like a mummy like before, but she was still dressed thickly, and the wound was still covered with large pieces of white gauze.

The gauze on his face was removed, and the wounds scratched by glass fragments on his face and forehead were scabbed, and it looked like they would leave scars.

Without the layer of gauze covering her expression, Maupassant could clearly see her depressed expression.

Maupassant thought that it was the poignant love stories he read that made her fall into sadness.

So...he read even more enthusiastically.

It wasn't until Song Wuyou came in that Huang Ling came back to her senses and her eyes lit up: "Wouyou, you're here!"

Maupassant raised his eyebrows and looked at Huang Ling. Why did he have the illusion that he was not as good as Song Wuyou in Huang Ling's heart?

Maupassant stopped reading the story and sat there in silence, looking at them.

Song Wuyou came in carrying the breakfast that Sister Song had prepared for Huang Ling and Maupassant. She handed the breakfast to Maupassant: "You eat your breakfast first."

Maupassant took it and said, "Thank you."

Maupassant got up, walked into the dining room, and took out breakfast.

Huang Ling looked at Song Wuyou faintly.

Song Wuyou sat down and looked at Huang Ling's face with a smile: "It left a scar. I don't know if it can be healed in the future."

Huang Ling doesn't care about the scars on her face now.

Mugu sent the divorce certificate, and she is now free.

Maupassant did not dislike her, and she ignored the injury on her face for the moment.

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

Song Wuyou looked at Huang Ling with a smile. She knew Huang Ling would continue talking, so she didn't interrupt and listened quietly.

"Wuyou, those photos from the past and those bad things from the past were all dug out and written down in capital letters." Huang Ling looked at Song Wuyou in shame: "It's me, I made you do this."

"Silly girl, what are you blaming yourself for?" Song Wuyou smiled, and then looked at Huang Ling seriously: "Huang Ling, don't think about your past life anymore, eh? You are no longer the Song Wuyou in your previous life. Now it's Huang Ling. Now, what Song Wuyou has become and how much public opinion he has received from the society are all Song Wuyou's business. Let her bear it. Don't blame yourself or feel guilty. If you do this, I will only become more unhappy. happy."

"Those photos, the bad things in the past, Song Wuyou's arrogance and willfulness, and his arrogance are all mine. But if you have to bear these, how can I not feel guilty? If at the beginning, I wasn't so arrogant and willful, and did so many stupid things, Things will be fine." Huang Ling curled her lips.

"Aren't you fine now? Huang Ling is quite cute, and she has a man she likes and who likes her."

"What will you do next?" Huang Ling asked worriedly.

"I will live a good life, manage the Song family, make some money, and when Ah Hao comes back, I can have some funds for him to make a comeback."

"But, when will Haozi come back?"

There was a hint of loss and sadness in Song Wuyou's eyes. When will he come back...how will she know?

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

"It's been so long, where is he?" Huang Ling asked worriedly.