By the time Wimmer rushed in, the little boy had already begun to roll his eyes, and he was out of breath. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"What are you doing?" said Wimmer, exasperated. He pushed the woman away and saved the little boy.

Although there is not much spiritual power recovered, it is still easy to save people from a sick woman who does not have much strength.

She injected the little spiritual power recovered from her body into the little boy's body, and her heart was even more angry.

If she hadn't noticed that the voice was wrong and rushed in, this kid would have died here today!

"Are you or not!, trying to strangle him!" Winmer glared fiercely at the woman who had collapsed on the bed.

Surprise flashed in her eyes.

This woman is even more beautiful than a vixen!

Her hair was jet black and fell over her shoulders and back. On a face the size of a palm, his eyes are like stars in the night, and he is dazzlingly beautiful.

The rosy lips were pale due to illness, but they had a thrilling beauty called fragile.

She only wore a middle coat, and her skin was a little sickly white against the backdrop of the white middle coat.

Her expression was full of hatred, and her face was hideous, but it did not hinder her beauty.

Wen Mo covered his eyes, no matter how beautiful it was, even if he wanted to kill his parents and sons, it was really vicious!

"What do you know! what do you know!" the woman glared at Win Mo with hatred.

Those eyes, more beautiful than obsidian, were filled with hatred that could destroy people.

The hatred burned Warmer's skin and made her feel palpitations.

She crawled over on the bed with her hair scattered, "Do you think this kid is a good thing? Ha! He's a wild seed that can't be raised better than a wolf! The blood flowing in his body is the dirtiest, the lowest, and the dirtiest!"

She laughed maniacally, accompanied by a coughing sound that made blood run down the corners of her mouth.

She didn't wipe it, but let the blood flow down her fair cheeks and into her neck, dyeing her white midcoat a beautiful red.

This man is crazy!

She took the little boy in her arms and hid away.

She had no doubt that in the next second, the woman would rush up and strangle the boy to death.

"Cheap seed! Wild seed! Ha! You disgusting child! Why didn't you die! Why didn't you survive after I took medicine! Oh! No, child, don't! You have to live well, you are his only bloodline! That man killed him! You are the only thing he left me!"

The woman's face suddenly became gentle, with a weak and ethereal smile on the corner of her mouth, and the love in her eyes was so gentle that people couldn't help but sink.

"Son, my child, you have to live well! You have to avenge him! You have to avenge your father! It is the man who killed your father! You have to live well, you have to watch the top man in the city die! You have to watch the ...... in place of your father."

Wen Mo took a few steps back, this man has schizophrenia?

One moment to hate and one moment to love.

However, this child was indeed born to her, and it is not easy for this child to live!

The woman whispered to herself, smiled sweetly, and told her love for a person.

Finally, after half an hour, she must have been tired, and finally stopped, leaning against the wall tiredly.

Wen Mo tentatively spoke, "Hello?"

The woman, as if frightened by her voice, looked up sharply, like a frightened rabbit, and shrank herself in the corner.

"Who are you? Why are you in my house?" the woman's voice was weak.

When she saw the child in Wen Mo's arms, her body instantly gained a sense of strength, "What are you doing! Give me back my child! Don't hurt him! Don't hurt him! I'll give you whatever you want! Don't hurt him!"

She spoke incoherently, her body trembling and crawling over, trying to get closer to Wimmer and rescue the boy.

Wen silently.

This man is really sick!

"Don't you remember what just happened?" Wen Mo asked tentatively, his eyes kept on her face.

"What happened? Did I offend you when I went crazy?" the woman said in horror, "I apologize to you, I apologize to you! Don't hurt my child, okay! Don't hurt him!"

Her voice sharpened, and her eyes stared straight at the boy's exposed neck.

There was a ring of bruises, marks that the woman had just pinched out.

But now, it was clear that the woman thought it was Wen Mo who did it.

Warmer was innocent and helpless.

"It's your own ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the little boy suddenly woke up.

"Mother, I'm fine! There's a bad guy coming, this sister saved me!"

Immer looked at the little boy with confusion in his eyes.

The little boy jumped out of Wen Mo's embrace, his body deviated, he barely stood firm, and walked to the bed, "Mother, you have to thank this sister, thanks to her, otherwise I will never see my mother again today." ”

He leaned leaning leaning leaning into the woman's arms, looking into the eyes of Wen Mo with pleading.

He begged Winsmer not to tell the truth.

Wimmer was sure that the boy knew his mother was sick.

Looking at the appearance of the boy, it is estimated that the woman's illness is not the first time, and in that state, there should be very few chances of appearing. Maybe it's when you're overly emotional.

The boy leaned on the woman's arms, and his somewhat weak body made him unable to support it, so he quickly pinched the woman's fingers and fell asleep, "Mother, you have to thank this sister......"

The woman looked at the boy's tired face and said softly, "You sleep, my mother will help you thank this sister for her ......"

She hooked her hair behind her ear with her right hand and looked at the child in her arms tenderly, her eyes full of love.

She loves her children so much!

The child sleeps peacefully in the arms of a beautiful woman who smiles softly and hums a soft song.

It's a beautiful scene, if you ignore the scary bruises on the child's neck.

……

"Thank you for saving the creek. If it weren't for you, the creek would have been captured by the bad guys. The woman took the boy Creek in her arms and did not let go.

Wen Mo smiled and nodded, "It's just a gesture, not enough to worry about." ”

The woman shook her head gratefully, "No, it may be a gesture for you, but for me, it's my life! This child is my life! I can't afford to lose him! He's the only blood my husband has left." ”

Speaking of the word husband, her expression became softer, and the blood at the corners of her mouth was like a special mark, making her look more beautiful.

Wen silently.

If it was her life, why did she have such a heavy hand, if she hadn't come, the children would have died.

It seems that this is also a man with a story!

The woman seemed to be caught in a memory, with a sweet smile on her face when she was in love, her eyes looked at Xiaoxi, the crystallization of love, and her long eyelashes hung shadows on her face.