"She loves to die, it's good to die!"

Si Jitian didn't care at all, anyway, he was used to doing his own thing, except for Ye Luo and Si Yutian, he wouldn't restrain anyone else.

"If she really dies, you will never want to be a royal brother."

Who is Ye Luo?

Does she seem like the kind of person who is forever immersed in negativity?

By no means!

An Ruxia, An Ruxia, let you win once before. Who let you have the big killer weapon of "Si Yitian". However, this time, she wants to get it back with interest!

She Ye Luo is a very resentful person, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and a woman will never take revenge overnight!

"I have a way, don't interfere."

"What's the solution?" Si Jitian looked puzzled, "Otherwise, this palace will ride a big bird and go to the City Lord's Mansion, find An Zhongjing, and let An Zhongjing carry his shameless daughter back." ”

"No." Ye Luo shook his head, "Although the City Lord's Mansion is not far from Ziyan Lake, but a trip back and forth, plus the effort of inviting people, will take at least half an hour." ”

An Ruxia pulled Yu's sleeve, and she didn't know how far she would get in the house.

More than half an hour? The daylilies are cold.

Si Jitian raised his eyebrows: "Do you have a better way?"

"Not before, but now-" Ye Luo's gaze fell on the little crying bag.

Si Jitian was surprised: "He?"

Ye Luo nodded: "It's him."

Doesn't An Ruxia have a big killing weapon "Si Yitian", and she also has a big killing weapon named "Si Chen".

Ye Luo stretched out his arms, picked up the crying bag, walked out of the hall, and walked in the direction of Si Yutian's room: "Chenchen, your mother is sick, will your aunt take you to see your mother?"

"Okay." Si Chen was very well-behaved, and his little paws grabbed Ye Luo's clothes.

"I heard that your mother is sick, why aren't you in a hurry at all?" Ye Luo asked in surprise.

Actually, she was very strange just now.

She discussed with Si Jitian about An Ruxia's illness, and the crying bag should have heard it, but the crying bag didn't seem to react at all, isn't it too strange.

"What's the hurry, my mother is often sick." Si Chen blinked his dreamy eyes like watery glass, tilted his head, looked at Ye Luo, and said, "Don't worry, every time my mother gets sick, she will get better soon." ”

Ye Luo's heart "chuckled".

She had a vague sense that something seemed to be wrong inside.

"Your mother has a heart disease, it's a chronic disease, how can it get better soon?"

"I don't know, anyway, every time my mother gets sick, Uncle Yu will come over. My mother is often sick, and Uncle Yu will come over often. Si Chen tilted his head slightly, and a trace of ignorance flashed on his cute little face, "Chen Chen thinks about Uncle Yu, and Uncle Yu will also come over." ”

Ye Luo's footsteps paused.

A chill struck from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and a layer of white sweat formed on her back.

The words of the crying bag made her smell of conspiracy.

For the first time, she knew that she was free to be sick, and she could give birth whenever she wanted to be sick. Is her insight too short-sighted, or is this world too mysterious?!

"Every time your mother gets sick, how long does it take to get better?"

She felt like she was close to the truth.

Si Chen thought for a while and said, "Sometimes it's three days, sometimes it's one day, sometimes it's six hours, sometimes it's two hours, and the fastest one is half an hour."