Mama Fang is still Mama Fang, but she is not really Mama Fang.

The difference is known only to Don Chacha.

The old lady and Mama Fang left one after another, and Tang Chacha regained its cold silence here, and this silence lasted until the evening.

Dinner is naturally the meal purchased by Aman, a few dishes of home-cooked stir-fry by Aunt Ai, the feeding woman, and the taste is much better than that made in the back kitchen of the Hou Mansion.

After Tang just ate two large bowls of rice, he didn't plan to stop chopsticks.

"Miss, it's late at night, and it's hard to digest so much."

It was rare for Aman to see Tang Cha so comfortable, but for the sake of her body, she couldn't help but persuade her.

"Isn't it because it's delicious?"

"But eating it with this combination is too irritating to the stomach."

"Oops, I know, take a small bite again......" Tang Chacha took the chopsticks and quickly peeled off the layers of chili rolls, found a piece of burnt rabbit meat and stuffed it in his mouth to chew, and when it was spicy, he picked up the cold year tea next to him and poured it.

This kind of combination is like eating spicy strips and can't stand it, and you have a bite of chilled watermelon.

It's beautiful, and it's hard to put down your chopsticks.

He said, 'Eat another small bite', and another half an hour passed, and the rabbit meat on the plate was picked clean, and Tang just wiped his mouth and stopped.

The feeding woman hung down stiffly beside her, so many days had passed, and she still hadn't adapted to Aman's presence.

Don just regained his composure.

"Have all the seeds been planted?" Slowly took a sip of the cold year tea, and the cold tea instantly soothed the numb tongue, and Tang just squinted comfortably.

"It's planted." The nurse replied.

"Hmm."

Tang just hummed in satisfaction, and didn't speak.

Aman helplessly cleaned up the table next to him, and the sound of the dishes was subtle in the quiet room, mixed with the sound of cooing......

Well?

This doesn't sound right.

It was like the sound of someone smearing soap on their body and rubbing their skin with their fingers, Tang just put down the cup and walked to the side of the bed to look out.

Outside, I don't know when it was already foggy.

The gray, the darkness of the flower beds in the courtyard and the welcoming pines standing at the door were in the mist, and they became fangs and claws.

"Twitter"

The sound was closer, as if it was under the window outside!

Tang Cha leaned on the edge of the window, leaned out of the window, and when he looked down, he saw a blood-colored shadow,

The blood child is stained with a strong smell of blood,

Look closely,

It seems to have flowed out of their brains, slimy and mushy,...... One on top of the other, as if trying to climb into the house.

A full-term blood child can still see things, like the kind of shaped, and the eyes that are not formed can only be touched by feeling......

The skin rubs against each other, making a cooing sound......

There are still a lot of scratches on the wall......

This scene.

If others see it, I'm afraid they will faint directly.

Tang Chacha smiled slightly, and his body shrank back, without the slightest intention of pulling.

"You fold the arhats slowly, and I'll let the little leash play with you later......"

There was a sound of "ahhh

I walked back to the house and sat down, the door of the house was slammed, Yun Ying bounced into the house, and the woman with the peony followed behind her.

After entering the house, the first thing Yun Ying did was to open his belly,

then

Tang Xiaopi slid to the ground like a koala holding Yun Ying's body.

"Miss."

Yunying and the peony woman saluted one after another.