I Became the Villain’s Own Daughter

Three minutes later—

Song Qingwan lay down weakly on the hospital bed with a pale face and despair. Before she could lay down, she stretched out her hand and pulled the white quilt to the top of her head. Her whole body was like a corpse that had just died. I'm dead, don't worry about anything".

And he didn't write his homework at all, instead he was angry all the time, the four little guys who fought for Hughes.

He even brought a schoolbag and was thrown out of the ward one by one by Hughes mercilessly.

His face was extremely cold, and his movements were crisp and neat, not at all sloppy.

He directly pushed the four children who were still confused and didn't know what was going on into the arms of the assistants.

Hughes was wearing a white coat, with a slender and tall body standing at the door of the ward, with one hand in his pocket, raised his calm blue eyes, and looked straight at them.

Seeing this, the Hughes team members were shocked and straightened their backs quickly.

In the next second, Hussell's thin lips were lightly opened, and he said coldly:

"Teach them homework."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the response from the Hussell team, with a "bang", Hussell turned around and closed the door mercilessly.

After two seconds, there was a "click" sound inside, and the lock was directly locked.

This strong desire to survive can be clearly seen even through a door.

People from Hughell's team: "…………"

ruthless.

Too harsh.

Boss, you are not human! ! ! !

The assistants could no longer maintain the cold and ruthless appearance they used to be, and their faces were crying without tears.

They just listened to the corner for a while, well, just a little gloating.

Good boss.

Actually sent four bombs directly!

Moreover, these four small bombs with huge lethality are still innocent and pure at the moment, looking at them with big black eyes, their eyes are shining, they look excited and happy.

They are all small, holding their schoolbags in their hands, their beautiful faces are fair and tender, and their long, dark eyelashes are fluttering, like little angels. life to them.

Of course, it's really... just watching.

Two hours later—

Twelve people in the team, three of them took out tranquilizers and gave themselves half a shot.

The two held their chests, gasping for breath while taking the quick-acting Jiuxin Pills, and the other five took several deep breaths, looking in a trance, on the verge of collapse at any time.

The remaining two, who were a little older, fainted and were sent directly to the next ward for IV drips.

However, this is just the beginning...

Three hours later—

There were only ten people left in the team. The two of them were already on the phone and began to prepare for their funeral. The three of them injected the rest of the tranquilizer, took a few deep breaths, and continued their homework.

One person started to read the medical book, preparing to give himself a psychological consultation, so as not to be forced into a psychopath, the other person folded his hands, closed his eyes and begged God reverently, begging God to go back in time, wishing he had never been to country Z.

The remaining three were directly sent to the next ward for IV drip.

Four hours later—

Of the seven people in the team, four of them couldn't bear it anymore. When they got to the next door to hang a drip, the remaining three persisted tenaciously, but it was obvious that their souls had drifted away, and their expressions were dull and stiff.

Soon, five hours passed.

Three people in the team.

--completely annihilated.

Another ten minutes passed.

The little guys were overjoyed when they saw that all their homework was finished. When they looked up, they found that the uncles in the office were all gone.

Xiao Luli raised her little hand strangely, scratched her head, and turned to ask Qu Qianqian:

"Sister Qianqian, do you know where uncle and the others went?"

Qu Qianqian is packing up her composition text. Their last homework, and the only one that is not taught by uncles, is composition. Hearing this, she shook her head:

"I don't know either! I was just writing an essay, I didn't see it."

On the contrary, the composition was written casually, and Zhang Yiming, who was running around, came over and shouted:

"I know! I saw it! The three uncles who taught us homework just now fell asleep on the chair, and then three uncles came in outside, dragged them all away, and then they seemed to run to other rooms play!"

Qu Qianqian pulled her schoolbag, and when she heard this, she was a little unhappy: "Bad uncle, they didn't bring us to play!"

Jian Xiyan thought about it and wrote:

May be afraid of disturbing our homework.

After thinking about it, Qu Qianqian thought it was very reasonable, so she immediately stopped being angry, but put on her small schoolbag, and said crisply, "Anyway, we have finished our homework now, let's go to the next room to find uncles and the others to play with!"

The other little friends also finished their homework, thinking that they have nothing to do, so they nodded.

A minute later, the four little guys happily walked out of the office with their little schoolbags on their backs, and their happy little milk voices could be heard from far away:

"Uncle! We're here to play with you!"

As soon as these words fell, in the corridor, the ward next door, the ward next door next door, and the ward next door next door slammed the door closed one after another, and there were several urgent and panic voices:

"It's over, it's over, hurry up, close the door, don't let them in!!!"

They spoke M Mandarin, and the little guys couldn't understand it at all. When they ran to the door curiously, they found that the wards were locked and they couldn't get in at all.

The little girl had no choice but to tiptoe slightly, patted the door with her small hand, and said in a milky voice, "Uncle, are you in there? We're here to play with you!"

In the ward, it was dead silent, and there was no sound.

Xiao Luli tilted her head, raised her little hand, and knocked a few times, but there was still no sound, so she turned her head and muttered to her little friend:

"Uncle, they don't seem to be inside."

"Could it not be this room?"

Zhang Yiming said, and ran to the other ward where the door was locked, and his little hands clapped loudly:

"Uncle! Uncle, are you inside? Uncle, open the door, we finished our homework and came to play with you."

Seeing this, Qu Qianqian also ran to another room, knocking on it as well, but still no one responded, as if there was no one inside.

Xiao Luli opened her black and clear eyes, tilted her head, and said in a very sad voice, "What should I do, uncle, they seem to be gone."

Qu Qianqian frowned, and was also very puzzled: "How can so many uncles disappear! We just wrote an assignment."

"That's right," Zhang Yiming said sullenly, his shoulders slumped, "what about such a big uncle, how can he disappear if he doesn't see him."

Jian Xiyan pondered for a while, then raised the writing pad: Maybe he was taken away by the bad guys.

The other three little guys widened their eyes.

Jian Xiyan also wrote: We are going to the police uncle for help.

【Love you, good night】