"What's there?"

"Mrs. Xu, what do you mean by that?"

Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, but then reacted and understood the meaning of Zhuang Momo's words, and suddenly his face became extremely ugly.

Zhuang Momo was not annoyed by his angry staring.

The faint voice echoed in the hallway, like a wall clock on the wall, firm and rhythmic.

Chrysanthemum, alias: hibiscus, Latin name: Chrysanthemum, grows in the Tanganyika Mountains of Tanzania, an African country, and is also distributed in Yunnan, China. Chrysanthemum is a wild plant that is also suitable for domestication, and its petals have a sweet taste, whether it is an animal or a person, as soon as they smell it, they will immediately become groggy. If you pick a slice and taste it, it won't take long before you faint and fall to the ground. Therefore, it is also known as the "drunken flower". ”

"If you don't have an outer room outside and need to give way to the main room, why do you want to get so many of these comatose drugs for your wife? I think the so-called depression is also fake, and it is true to seek money and kill people! ”

"You talk nonsense!"

"Am I crazy!"

Murong Fu's face turned green with anger.

Although he loves money, he is not without a heart, the relationship between him and his wife has been very stable over the years, but it is a pity that he has no son, but that is also the idea of being young, and now he is in his 50s, and the genes of his son will not be much better.

"Mrs. Xu, I treat you as a guest, but you insult me like this!" He scolded sharply, staring directly at Zhuang Momo.

He couldn't beat her and scold her, but Zhuang Momo had to give him an explanation for this matter, either apologize or leave Murong's house.

"What are you doing so loudly?" Receiving the encouraging eyes of her friends, Zhuang Momo's expression became more and more indifferent.

"First of all, it's a fact that there is a problem with the air here."

"Second, even if you don't, have you ever seen a hospital that doesn't open windows and doesn't have any air circulation, so I'll ask you, do you feel depressed by normal people?"

Zhuang Momo said, casually threw the flower inserted next to Murong Fu, and when he exhaled and breathed, Murong Fu felt that his head seemed to become heavier, and his walking was not so smooth.

Qian Lingyou also followed.

Seeing this, he directly asked someone to take the flowers away, and the window was opened.

He is still the future uncle of the Murong family, and the subordinates work extremely fast, but in just a few minutes, the air in this corridor is refreshing.

Murong Fu smashed his mouth and didn't speak.

Seeing that someone was about to open the window again, he hesitated.

"Forget about this window, Neiko is emotionally unstable, I'm afraid what if she jumps off when she opens the window? Although it is said that it is the third floor, it ......"

"Mr. Murong is right, when he has a depressive attack, he does have suicidal thoughts, and he wants to jump down when he stands at a window or a high place."

"Yes, yes, yes." He's also reading a book, okay?

He is still very attentive to his daughter-in-law.

However, before he could breathe, Zhuang Momo's troubles followed: "But I just heard that Mrs. Zun doesn't have any suicidal tendencies, she just doesn't like to talk, or...... Don't want to ignore you? ”

Murong Fu: "......"

It's a good job for him to be a receptionist.

"Open the window first, if not, add an anti-theft net outside." The light on the third floor was not very good, and with so many hibiscus before, she was not very comfortable at this time.

Really.

When the breeze poured in from outside, everyone felt a lot better, and Murong Fu didn't dare to speak anymore.

Push open the door.

A thin back appeared in front of them.

As if hearing the movement, the man turned slowly, his cold gaze swept over their faces, and then he quickly lowered his head, as if the old monk had settled down, motionless.

Afraid that they would misunderstand, Murong Fu hurriedly explained on the side: "My wife didn't mean not to talk to you, she was just sick, and she didn't even pay attention to me." ”

Murong Fu said, walked over and called his wife's nickname, but the latter was indifferent.

"Look...... It's ......"

"We're not blind."

Tang Xiaoxiao was so angry with his stupid father that he didn't wait for Zhuang Momo to open his mouth directly.

Murong Fu is really angry.

One by two, he recruited whoever provoked whom.

That Xu Liancheng's wife said that she was a psychiatrist and scolded him, so why did this woman who didn't know whose family she started to scold him.

"You ......"

"Uncle, let's go, let's go out to talk, I have something to ask you." Qian Lingyou took the initiative to step forward and pull him away.

As soon as they left, Tang Xiaoxiao wanted to step forward.

But seeing Zhuang Momo's hint, she suppressed her emotions.

The room is full of cameras at 365 degrees.

This is probably because Murong Fu is afraid that his wife will let him pretend, but as everyone knows, the camera can also be faked, and the picture it wants you to see can be adjusted through the program.

Zhuang Momo glanced at Tony.

The latter smiled slightly, took out his mobile phone and clicked it a few times.

Then he put the flowers they had brought on the table.

"Five minutes."

Then, he and Zhuang Momo sat on another empty hospital bed.

The movements of the three of them didn't attract much attention from Madam Murong, she still hung her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Mom! Look at my mom! ”

"I'm Tiny!"

"Your little!"

“StinAgaliaTouPirea-GiannisKotsiras

Composer：EvanthiaReboutsika

Δεςπώςμ'έβγαλεοδρόμοςμου

Κιέφτασαμιανύχταμόνοςμου

Μέσααπ'ταστενάτουπειραιά.

Tang Xiaoxiao sang slowly and gently, like the wind blowing on her cheeks and kissing the sleeping princess.

With her singing, Madam Murong slowly raised her head, her cloudy eyes glowing with scrutiny.

"Who are you? Why is this song sung? Did he send you? Want Yujue? I won't die for you, dream. ”

After Mrs. Murong said this, she smiled and lowered her head again.

Tang Xiaoxiao was stunned.

Didn't the mother recognize her?

It's impossible, this ballad was taught to her mother by her grandmother, and it is a folk song from her grandmother's hometown, which few people know.

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

"It's me, I'm Tiny."

"What give me something, didn't I hide Yu Jue myself?"

If Qian Lingyou happened to hear these words at this moment, then he would definitely rush out directly to resist the people, and then he would not have to suffer from his mother-in-law's disgusting eyes and all kinds of extra tests.

"Did you hide it yourself?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Since you hide it, then hide it, that thing is worth a lot of money, and you can exchange it for a lot of things."

"Hey, hey, hey......"

Mrs. Murong suddenly grinned like a child, which made Tang Xiaoxiao stunned, and looked at Zhuang Momo for help: Is my mother real......

Zhuang Momo shook her head.

She is a micro-expression major.

Although Mrs. Murong looked in a bad mental state, and her eyes were bloodshot from not sleeping well, the person's pupils were in focus and did not diverge, and her fingers had been rhythmically playing very rhythmically when talking to Tang Xiaoxiao.

She......

It should be deliberately disguised.

"Xiaoxiao, don't worry."

"I think my aunt may not be particularly safe here, so I have to find a way to change the environment for her." Zhuang Momo said.

"It doesn't smell good here, there are too many eyes."

As if in response to Zhuang Momo's words, Mrs. Murong spoke again.

Too many eyes? Tang Xiaoxiao's chest tightened, and he subconsciously looked at the window outside, and there seemed to be surveillance on the upper floor opposite.

"They can't hear it, but they can see it, so they ......" Tony was also helpless, they didn't have a map here, and they were in a hurry, so they didn't know the location of the Murong family's infrared surveillance.

Hear the words.

Tang Xiaoxiao let go of her mother's hand and stood with Zhuang Momo.

She is here to save people, and she can't kill people before her mother can save them.

"Then we ...... now"

"Let's go, let your dad come."

Obviously, Mrs. Murong also knew that she was being monitored here all the time, and she still looked too lazy to move in a daze, but her tone was much more relaxed than before.

Her daughter is still alive!

That's nice!

And pregnant!

I just don't know how my future son-in-law will be, but no matter what, he is stronger than Qianling You, and he almost married an impostor, this kind of stupidity, don't do it.

(Qian Lingyu who keeps sneezing outside: blue thin, shiitake mushrooms)

***

Knock knock.

The two men who were talking outside knocked on the door and came in.

Although there is surveillance in the room, Murong Fu is not worried that his wife will be harmed like this, but he doesn't know why, he saw Tang Xiaoxiao and Zhuang Momo a little inexplicably weak-hearted, this feeling was very bad, and it made him want to end this useless communication as soon as possible.

Yes, he didn't believe that Zhuang Momo would cure the disease at all.

I don't believe that her daughter-in-law can be okay.

In his opinion, Mrs. Murong was already stunned, to put it mildly, his wife was going to invite those goddesses to do this, what was the use of just taking medicine, but those flowers ......

It seems that he has to strictly inspect his home, and there are people who want to harm his daughter-in-law, which is unbearable and incomprehensible, and her daughter-in-law does not do business, and her hands are all real estate, what is the use of harming her?

She died, and the first heir was still his husband.

"Mrs. Xu, my wife is ......"

"Dog, you're here again."

In a word, Murong Fu's face turned eggplant melon color, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"What do you call me?"

"Dog, have you forgotten your nickname?" Madam Murong suddenly raised her head and looked at him with a sneer, and Murong Fu trembled when she saw it.

This look couldn't be more familiar.

Every time he made her angry, she looked at him like this, and he was creepy and embarrassed.

Because his nickname is indeed Dogdan.

And this dog still has a history.

He was born too weak,

"Daughter-in-law, give me some face, there are so many people." Murong Fu was excited that his daughter-in-law finally ignored him again, but on the other hand, he was a little uncomfortable, his nickname was too ugly, it was simply a shame!

"Heh, do you still want to save face?"

"Why am I ......?"

"I don't want to live here, dirty." Mrs. Murong's cold eyes, and the stinging Murong Fuxin's heart was cool and cold.