He looked at the herbicide in his hand.

During his junior high school years, his mother was always indifferent, and although she paid for him to study, she did not give him meat.

made his face stiff and thin, the thinnest in the class.

At the dinner table, he could never find the meat left for him, it was all vegetable soup.

Mother is used to being a rich wife, and she will always say impatiently, I can't cook, you will do it.

So, he was considerate of her again and again.

is also obedient again and again, and never asks his mother more.

Until, he was sick once, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he dragged his body and returned home......

Seeing my mother putting medicine in the food can make people die slowly......

"The Buddha in the capital is unattainable! Privately kneeling for her! Chapter 178 Mom, I Hurt I'm hitting my hand, please wait a moment,

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