"What's there?"

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

Murong Fu was first stunned, reacted to understand the meaning of Zhuang Mo Mo's words, and immediately his face became extremely ugly.

Zhuang Moxian was not annoyed by his angry stare.

The clear and faint voice echoed in the corridor, like the wall clock, firm and rhythmic.

"Wood Chrysanthemum, alias:Hibiscus, Latin name:Chrysanthemum. grows in the Tanganyika mountainous area in the African country of Tanzania, and is also found in China's Yunnan Province. Wood hibiscus is a wild plant, also suitable for domestication, its petals taste sweet, whether it is an animal or a person, as long as the smell of its flavor, immediately become drowsy. If you pick a piece to taste, it won't take long, you will faint on the ground. Therefore, it is also known as "Drunken Flower"."

"If you are not keeping a concubine outside and need the first wife to step aside, why did you get your wife so many of these medicines with the nature of stupor for a good reason? I think the so-called depression is also a fake, and scheming for money is the real thing!"

"You're bullshitting me!"

"I'm crazy!"

Murong Fu was so angry that his face turned green.

Although he loves money, but not without heart, so many years he and his wife's relationship has been very stable, just regret that there is no son, but that is also the idea of the young, now he is more than 50 years, the genes of the regeneration of the son will not be good to where.

"Mrs. Xu, I treat you as a guest, yet you insult me like this!" He scolded sternly, staring straight at Zhuang Mo Mo.

He couldn't beat her and scold her, but this was something that Zhuang Mo Mo must give him an account of, either apologize or leave the Murong family.

"What are you doing so loudly?" Receiving an encouraging look from her best friend, Zhuang Mo Mo's expression became more and more bland.

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

"Secondly, even if it didn't, have you ever seen any hospital that doesn't open the windows, there's no air circulation at all, and let me just ask you, do you find it depressing for a normal person?"

Zhuang Mo Mo said, casually threw the flower inserted next to it to Murong Fu, with a breath, Murong Fu felt as if his head had become a little heavier, and his walk was not so smooth.

Chiling Yui is following it too.

Seeing this, he directly called for the flowers to be taken away and the window to be opened.

He was still the future aunt of the Murong family, the subordinates worked extremely fast, but in a few minutes, the air in this corridor was refreshed.

Murong Fu smashed his mouth and didn't open his mouth.

He hesitated a little when he saw the man trying to open the window again.

"Let's forget about this window, Neko is emotionally unstable and I'm afraid to open the window what if she jumps? Even though it says this is the third floor, ..."

"Mr. Mullen is right in saying that, depression does produce light thoughts when it strikes, and standing at a window or a high place makes you want to jump down."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He read the book too okay!

He was still very attached to his daughter-in-law.

However, not yet waiting for him to take a long breath, Zhuang MoMo's difficulties will ensue, "But I just heard that your wife doesn't have any suicidal tendencies, she just doesn't like to talk, or ... doesn't want to pay attention to you?"

MU, "..."

It's a good thing his mom gave him this receptionist job.

"Open the window first can it, if not add a security net outside." The light on the third floor wasn't very good to begin with, and with all the hibiscus that had been put in before, she wasn't even very comfortable at the moment.

Sure enough.

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

Push the door open.

A slimmed down back then appeared in front of their eyes.

Seemingly hearing the commotion, the man slowly turned around, his cool gaze sweeping over their faces before quickly lowering his head again, as if an old monk had entered a state of tranquility, not moving at all.

Afraid of their misunderstanding, Murong Fu was again on the side and hurriedly explained, "My wife didn't mean to not talk to you guys, she just got sick and ignored even me."

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

"You see ... It's ..."

"We're not blind."

Tang Xiao Xiao was so angry with her stupid father that she didn't even wait for Zhuang Mo Mo to open her mouth to directly dislike her.

Murong Fu was really coming on fire.

One by two, who's he inviting.

That Xu Liancheng's wife who said she was a psychiatrist disliked him even if she did, how come this woman who didn't know who's family she was from started disliking him as well.

"You ..."

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

As soon as they left, Tang Xiao Xiao wanted to go forward.

But seeing the hints from Chuang Mo Mo, she suppressed her emotions.

The room is covered in cameras three hundred and sixty-five degrees.

This is presumably Murong Fu is afraid of his wife to let people installed, but do not know the camera can also be faked, through the program can be adjusted to the picture it wants you to see.

Jomo gave Tony a look.

The latter smiled slightly and fished out his own cell phone and tapped it a few times.

Then the flowers they had brought were placed on the table.

"Five minutes."

He then sat down with Chuang Mo Mo on another empty hospital bed.

The movements of the three of them did not attract much attention from Mrs. Murong, who still had her head hanging down, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Mom! Look at my mom!"

"I'm Tiny!"

"Your Tiny!"

"Stin Agalia Tou Pirea" - Giannis Kotsiras

Composer: Evanthia Reboutsika

Δες πώς μ' έβγαλε ο δρόμος μου

Κι έφτασα μια νύχτα μόνος μου

Μέσα απ' τα στενά του πειραιά.

Tang Xiao Xiao sang slowly and gently, as if the wind had brushed her cheeks and kissed the sleeping princess.

As she sang, Mrs. Murong slowly raised her head, her cloudy eyes flooded with scrutiny.

"Who are you? Why are you singing this song? Did he send you? Want the Jade Jade? I'll die before I give it to you, dream on."

After saying this, Mrs. Murong smiled and then lowered her head again.

Tang Xiao Xiao froze.

Mother didn't recognize her?

No way, this ballad was taught to her mother by her grandma, it's a folk song from her grandma's hometown, and very few people know about it.

"Mom, what are you talking about."

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

"What give me something, didn't I hide the Jade Jade myself?"

If Qian Lingyue happened to hear these words at this moment, then he would definitely rush straight out to fight the person off, and then he wouldn't have to suffer his mother-in-law's disgusting eyes and all sorts of extra tests later on.

"You hid it yourself?"

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

"Since you're hiding it, keep it hidden, it's worth a lot of money and can be exchanged for a lot of things."

"Heh heh heh ..."

Mrs. Murong suddenly grinned like a child and giggled, making Tang Xiao Xiao all confused, looking to Zhuang Mo Mo for help: my mom she is not really ...

Chomo shook her head.

She is a micro-expression major.

Although Mrs. Murong looked in a bad state of mind, and her eyes were all bloodshot from lack of sleep, her pupils were in focus and did not diverge, and her fingers had been beating very rhythmically when she spoke to Tang Xiao Xiao.

She ...

It should be a deliberate disguise.

"Tiny, don't be in a hurry."

"I think Auntie's place might not be particularly safe, and I have to find a way to give her a change of scenery." Zhuang Mo Mo said.

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

As if responding to Zhuang Mo Mo's words, Mrs. Murong spoke again.

Too many eyes? Tang Xiao Xiao's chest tightened, subconsciously looking towards the window outside, shadows, the opposite building seems to have surveillance.

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

Words.

Tang Xiao Xiao let go of her mother's hand and stood with Zhuang Mo Mo.

She was here to save people, she couldn't have them killed before her mother was saved.

"So we're ... now."

"Go away and let your father come."

Obviously, Mrs. Murong is also aware of the fact that this place is being monitored at all times, and still has the same lazy and dazed look, but her tone of voice is already much more moderate than before.

Her daughter is alive!

That's so nice!

And pregnant!

I just don't know how the future son-in-law is, but no matter what, it's a bit better than Qian Lingyue, who almost married an impostor, this kind of idiot, don't want it.

(Chiling Yu, who keeps sneezing outside: blue, thin, shiitake mushrooms)

***

Knock knock.

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

Although it was said that there was surveillance in the room and Murong Fu was not worried that his wife would be victimized in this way, but for some reason, he felt a little inexplicably weak at the sight of Tang Xiao Xiao and Zhuang Mo Mo, and this feeling was very bad, making him want to end this useless intercourse as soon as possible.

Yes, he didn't believe that Chuang Muoi could heal at all.

Nor do I believe her daughter-in-law is still well.

In his opinion, Mrs. Murong has been bewitched, to say a superstitious word, his wife like this is to invite those goddesses to practice, what is the use of light medicine ah, but those flowers ...

It seems that he has to strictly investigate his home, even if someone wants to harm his daughter-in-law, this can not be tolerated, also can not be understood, her daughter-in-law is not doing business, and the hands are all real estate, what is the use of harming her?

When she dies the first heir is still him as a husband.

"Mrs. Xu, my wife she ..."

"Doggie, you did it again."

With one sentence, Murong Fu's face turned into the color of a ketchup and stared incredulously.

"What did you call me?"

"Dog egg ah, have you forgotten your own little name?" Mrs. Murong suddenly raised her head and looked at him with a cold smile, looking at Murong Fu trembling up.

The look could not have been more familiar.

Every time he pissed her off, she had this look in her eyes that creeped him out and made him very embarrassed.

Because his nickname is indeed Doggie.

And this doggie still has a history.

He was born too weak.

"Daughter-in-law, give some face ah, so many people." Murong Fu was excited that his daughter-in-law was finally willing to pay attention to him again, but at the same time, he was a little uncomfortable, his little name was too unpleasant, it was a disgrace!

"Heh, you want more face?"

"How I ..."

"I don't want to live here anymore, dirty." Mrs. Murong's cold eyes pierced Murong Fu's heart wow.