The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss

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Su Zi'an suddenly realized that he was busy looking to the cold pharmacist: "You can just feed it."

The cold pharmacist faintly said: "Well."

Since Su Luo took out the water of the gods, Mrs. Su did not say a word, she stood stiff next to her, and her face was very stiff.

Seeing Su Zian personally gave Tian Jingshui water to Su Jingyu, and her face flashed a bit of a dilemma.

Is it that their hard-working bureau is destroyed by a bottle of Tianling water? She is not reconciled, it is not reconciled!

Thinking of the black man yesterday, Mrs. Su was a little eager to clench her fists: What should she do?

Mrs. Su thought about it and couldn't help it. She could only watch Su Zi'an feeding the medicine.

After feeding, Su Jingyu's original ugly face gradually recovered.

"The ward should not be noisy, we all go out, only to stay with Mrs. Su." The cold pharmacist took the lead to take the door.

This statement is exactly what Mrs. Su’s heart is. She only saw her nod and was busy saying: “You are relieved to go out, there is me here.”

Su Luo took a small threshold from the threshold and turned to look back at Mrs. Su. At this time, Mrs. Su’s eyes were also facing the Soviet Union.

The fall does not evade, the faint eyes are not at the bottom, and the corner of the eye slightly evokes an inscrutable smile.

Mrs. Su was laughed at by her.

But I can't figure out what it means. I just thought that Su was in the wrong place.

Poor Mrs. Su, if she can think more about it at this time, perhaps the tragedy will not happen.

However, after the group of cold pharmacists went out, there were only two people in the room, Mrs. Su and Su Jingyu.

Mrs. Su sat on the edge of the bed and gently wiped the sweat on Su Jingyu's forehead. Her voice said softly: "Jing Yu, let you suffer, you don't blame the mother, the mother is also no other way."

Su Jingyu was lying still, his eyes closed, and he fell into a deep coma.

Mrs. Su still wants to say something, but there is a subtle voice outside the window.

Mrs. Su raised her eyes alertly, only to feel a sigh of relief in front of her eyes. When she fixed her eyes, she found a black man standing in front of her.

The whole body was covered in black robes, and even his face was covered with black scarves.

But from the exquisite curve, Mrs. Su judged that this was a woman, so Mrs. Su subconsciously regarded her as the black man last night.

"What do you want to do?" Seeing the black man step by step slowly, Su’s eyes flashed a frightening color.

Everyone in black has a sneer at the bottom of the eyes: "Mrs. Su, what are you afraid of now?"

"What do you want to do!" Mrs. Su was in front of Su Jingyu, revealing the color of horror.

At this time, Mrs. Su repented.

Su Jingyu is her only son, watching him tortured by poison again and again, her mother's heart is simply bleeding.

If she knew that her son would suffer so much, she would not agree to this plan anyway.

The black man smiled coldly and handed the poison to Mrs. Su: "Feed him to drink."

"What is this..." Mrs. Su hurriedly shook her head.

"Reassured, the poison does not kill him, but will drag the smoky head of the Soviet Union into the water!" The black man saw Mrs. Su shaking her head vigorously, she smiled coldly, took out another bottle of black syrup, and placed it on the nose of Mrs. Over.

The pungent smell made Mrs. Su’s face pale: “Is this a mouthful?”

A mouthful of throat, as the name suggests, is only a drink, it will return to the Western world of bliss.