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Fang Jiaming's face was already pale in pain, but he still glared at her fiercely with murderous eyes. If eyes could kill, Jian Minghui would have died no less than ten times.

"Dad, Dad, what's wrong with you? What's wrong?" A person suddenly rushed into the room, it was their son Fang Jinqi.

When he saw the bed of red blood, as well as Fang Jiaming who was twisted into a ball, as well as the scissors and that thing that Jian Minghui held in his hand, the sixteen-year-old Fang Jinqi was stunned.

"Nishiki ...... Qi, hit ...... Telephone!"

When Fang Jiaming saw his son, it was as if he had seen a savior, and said to Fang Jinqi in great pain.

Finally, Fang Jinqi came over, although he was still frightened by this scene, but he also knew that the most important thing at this moment was to call the emergency number.

Quickly took out his mobile phone, dialed 120 as fast as possible, and after saying the address, when he saw Jian Minghui's next move, the whole person was frightened again.

"Fang Jiaming, you have died of this heart! Even if you go to the hospital, I won't let you take this thing back!" while saying, in front of Fang Jiaming and Fang Jinqi's father and son, he cut that thing into countless pieces with a pair of scissors.

To be precise, it should be meat foam.

Jian Ming Hui Fly is completely crazy, she is a person who is extremely distorted.

Originally, there was a glimmer of hope that at least I could pick it up when I went to the hospital. However, after seeing Jian Minghui cut it into foam in front of him like this, Fang Jiaming finally couldn't withstand the double blow of pain and stimulation, his eyes were white, and he didn't wake up.

Fang Jinqi was also frightened, at the age of sixteen, he saw the ugliest side of his mother with his own eyes.

He wanted to faint too, but he couldn't.

When he saw the blood on Jian Minghui's hand and the little bit of foam on the ground, he let out a "vomit" and spit it out.

All the sediment in the stomach was vomited at this moment, and finally even the yellow bile water was vomited out, and the whole stomach was almost vomited out.

The ambulance came quickly, and Fang Jiaming was quickly pushed into the car and headed towards the nearest hospital.

"Hahahaha......" Jian Minghui laughed very maniacally, and the voice sounded so weird and eerie in the entire empty villa, it made people's hairs stand on end.

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May 16

The seventh day of the first month is full.

At six o'clock, Jian Yiyang habitually woke up with his eyes open, and reached out to fish for the little woman sleeping beside him, but he was empty.

Where is there still the figure of Chu Qi around, if he is the only one left on the big bed, even Jian Luan and Jian Jie's little pot friend in the crib are gone.

Jian Yiyang frowned slightly, early in the morning, where did the mother and son go?

During this time, the seventh day of junior high school has become accustomed to being lazy, and he doesn't get up at eight or nine o'clock every day.

Of course, the first month, that's the exception. In the second month, I didn't lie down as much as I did in the first month, but I still had more in bed.

The seventh day of the first month, the seventh day of the first month, you said that you look like this, it would be strange if the meat could fall! It only rose by six catties in a month, which is already very good.

So, isn't that relative?

However, President Jian Da doesn't mind wow, what can be done? The people also said that the seventh day of the first month is more fleshy and more comfortable to touch.

Well, this is definitely the best way to comfort fat people, and obviously the seventh day of the first month is very useful.

Pulled the nightgown that was placed aside, tied the strap around his waist very casually, and walked out of the room with his slippers.

"Seven, seven. "Infinitely gentle calling the name of the seventh month.

"Hey, what's going on in the kitchen, you're up?" Chu Qi leaned out half of his body from the kitchen.