Chapter 325

At six o'clock in the morning, lying on the sofa outside, I heard the door of the bedroom open and the sound of soft footsteps, walking on tiptoe like a cat, carefully.

He knew that Chen Wanyue got up, but he ignored him.

When the fragrant wind with the smell of Chinese herbal medicine blew, a blanket covered the square body.

He still didn't open his eyes and went on sleeping.

Chen Wanyue's heart was caught five blood holes by King Jiuyou. It looked very scary, and if Fang Yuan didn't bandage her wound in time that night, she would die.

However, it was a flesh wound after all, and it didn't hurt her heart. After Mr. Fang's quiet care and her own physical quality, it's normal to be able to walk alone in just a few days.

Of course, if Chen Wanyue didn't carry the disgusting corpse poison and had immunity to the claws of the nine Youwang, she would surely die at the moment.

Forty minutes later, Fang Yuan smelled the aroma of millet porridge.

When I opened my eyes, I was wearing a white shirt, men's casual pants, barefoot, pulling a cotton mop, and tied my hair behind my head with a white ribbon. It looked like my future mother-in-law in her early thirties. She hugged her chest with her hands and leaned against the door frame. Her eyes whispered, "you have to go to work today. It's time to get up."

Fang Yuan raised his feet and sat up, opened his mouth and bowed his head to look like retching.

The sweet smile on Chen Wanyue's face immediately turned into angry embarrassment. With a cold hum, she turned around and swayed her waist to the kitchen.

She could see that Fang deliberately pretended to be retching, which was satirizing her. Don't paint the old cucumber green and pretend to be tender. It's an old woman in her 40s. Is it necessary to talk like this?

What's more, the object of whining is her future son-in-law.

Alas, the heart is not ancient. This woman covets brother yuan's lust and will not die.

Although before going to bed last night, she had a straight face and said that she colluded with Xiaofang for Xiaoxia and to neutralize her own corpse poison -- a fool can see that this woman really wants an old cow to eat tender grass.

No, I have to find a chance to let her go. I always stay with my friends. Sooner or later, I will wipe the gun and go off. In that way, Chu Ci will never forgive me.

After sitting on the sofa for a few minutes, Fang Yuan lazily pulled his shoes and walked out of the door.

Chen Wanyue outside is sweeping the floor with a broom. There is breakfast on the stone table.

Can't you sweep the floor after breakfast and fly into the bowl without fear of the dust?

Just sweep the floor. As for twisting that little body like a snake?

Looking at Chen Wanyue with her back to herself, Fang Yuan frowned, opened her mouth and took a deep breath. When she was about to spit out as usual, she coughed violently.

In the past few days, he coughed violently for a few minutes every morning. He wanted to break his lungs and cough them out before he could stop.

When coughing later, I had to squat on the ground and rub my throat with my hands.

With a mouthful of thick phlegm spitting out, Fang Yuan finally stopped coughing, but was stunned: there was obviously black blood stasis in the thick phlegm on the ground.

This is only after being seriously poisoned.

Just yesterday, he was not so serious. Only one night later, the autopsy began to invade his internal organs from the epidermis.

"Alas."

A faint sigh sounded from behind.

Before he raised his head, a soft body hugged him from behind, exhaled like a blue voice, and gently sounded in his ear: "if you delay further, your condition will become more and more serious. Even if you have a serious cough, you can't cure it all your life. "

"What sequelae?"

Fang Yuan still stared at the ground, raised his hand and wiped his mouth, and asked in a low voice.

"In 15 years at most, you will cough all day like an old man over 80 years old -- her fist will hurt your hand Taiyin meridians, resulting in fullness of your lungs, swelling, asthma, cough, lack of basin in the supraclavicular fossa, pain and blurred vision. What's terrible is the corpse poison, which will make your qi and blood blocked, numb and painful. "

Chen Wanyue whispered, stretched out the tip of her tongue, gently rubbed it on the square earlobe, and murmured, "don't be stubborn for those secular ethics, okay? Anyway, you haven't married Chu Ci yet. I have the right to pursue you... The most important thing is, as long as you don't say, I don't say, who will know? "

"Heaven knows, and the earth knows."

When Fang Yuan slowly stood up, his face had returned to calm. He raised his hand and pushed Chen Wanyue away on both sides. When he walked forward, he stepped on the bloody thick phlegm, ran it down a little, and the ground was clean.

Looking at Fang Yuan's back, Chen Wanyue said with complex eyes: "since you decide to marry Chu Ci as your wife, you should do whatever you can to make yourself strong like all men who care for and love their wife. I know that you may not be afraid of death, or even death, and you don't want to frame your pain on others. "

Fang Yuan didn't say a word or look at her and went into the washroom.

Chen Wanyue followed up, leaned against the door and said across the door: "if Chu Ci was not my daughter, I would certainly give you a thumbs up and praise you a real man. It's a real man. Even if he looks down on me, he doesn't want to transfer the virus to me for himself -- but Chu Ci is the continuation of my life. I must be responsible for her life. I don't want her to marry a tuberculosis ghost who will fall at the sight of the wind in the future. "

Put water in it, wash your face and brush your teeth as if she didn't exist.

Chen Wanyue is still chattering, and her voice is very bewitching. It seems that if Mr. Fang doesn't give her, he will be sorry for the heaven, the earth and the people of the whole country.

Fang Yuan, like a deaf, wiped her shoulder when she opened the door, walked quickly to the stone table and sat down for breakfast.

Chen Wanyue sat next to him and continued to chirp.

Just as she said that her mouth was dry, she picked up a small green porcelain bowl, drank a warm porridge and was ready to moisten her throat to continue talking, Fang Yuan suddenly asked, "if I really put you on, you would actually die, not neutralize the corpse poison you said, right?"

"Yes -- No."

After Chen Wanyue blurted out the word, she immediately realized that she had missed something and quickly denied it.

Sighed. While she was talking, she had eaten three steamed buns and drank four bowls of porridge. She looked up at her, but didn't speak again.

Chen Wanyue was angry when he saw it. Subconsciously, she lowered her eyes and asked angrily, "what are you looking at? You don't know me?"

"You are a good mother and a good woman. A woman like you should live a long life. "

Fang Yuan stood up and walked quickly to the house.

Chen Wanyue jumped several times from the corners of her eyes, and then bit her lips hard.

Of course she understood what Fang Yuan meant.

To say that she is a good mother naturally refers to her wholehearted consideration for her daughter.

She is a better woman because she knows very well that if Fangyuan really falls in love with her and passes the corpse poison to her, there is no possibility of neutralization and dissolution at all. She can only be worse and suffer more pain than death -- but even so, she doesn't confuse Fangyuan and go to find a woman at will.

That's because she thinks it's unfair to other women.

Perhaps, she was already unwilling to live: if she really had that kind of relationship with Fangyuan, she would commit suicide.

Her life, live too tired, more terrible.

Perhaps only death is complete liberation.

She wants to do something most valuable for her daughter (including other women) before she dies.

If Fang Yuan really fell in love with her and she died later, what if others knew?

Chen Wanyue thought that no one could understand her.

But I didn't expect that at this time, she should be very upset and even afraid, but one eye penetrated her idea.

Thinking of Fang Yuan's last sentence, Chen Wanyue smiled bitterly at the corners of her mouth and murmured, "should I live a long life? Silly son-in-law, do you know that a woman like me is actually suffering when she lives? "

"What I said just now is from the bottom of my heart. Don't think about it. The sky hasn't fallen yet. No matter how much suffering you have suffered before, you have a beauty that makes women jealous and men greedy. You are still innocent, which is enough for you to forget the past and live well. "

The well-dressed Fang Yuan came over, raised his hand and rubbed her head hard. He rubbed her hair disorderly, as if his elders told her: "good, take good care of your injury at home and take care of the door. As long as I don't come back, don't pay attention to anyone who calls the door, okay?"

Chen Wanyue wanted to cry, but she smiled. On her little face, with clean innocence, she nodded and said, "OK."

"When a woman is alive, she should think about how to dress up more beautiful all day. If she has nothing to do, she can watch TV, dance and worry about those things. Let's leave them to us smelly men to do well -- oh, no, she's late for your mother-in-law."

Fang Yuan scolded, rubbed the future mother-in-law's head again, and ran out of the house like a burning ass.

These days, Fang Yuan locked the door for her every time she went out.

Fangjia, located in the innermost part of the alley, is a paradise in the city. Once the gate is closed, it can be isolated from the world.

As usual, there was a lot of traffic on the street. Many Kubi office workers looked at Fang Yuan with envious eyes, waved and stopped a taxi and jumped up.

After saying where he was going, Fang Yuan took it with him when he saw a morning paper on the dashboard in front of him.

Big murder!

These five bold and cracked black words, like five mad cows, moo into the sight of the surrounding area. They look so shocking.

The taxi driver said, "man, do you believe that there are still crazy murderers in our age? At more than nine o'clock last night, on the small barren mountain in Shentan Town, Nanshan, three young men were forcibly removed from their hearts... "

"Grass, why is it so cruel?"

Fang Yuan looked down at the newspaper and replied casually.

The taxi brother doesn't know who the murderer is, but Fang Yuan can guess.

Besides the nine Youwang who can't be killed by bullets and cut by knives, who else can do such a crazy thing?

The newspaper said that the three dead were unemployed young people in their twenties with little background.

The murderer began to kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Fang Yuan didn't hear what the taxi brother said next. He closed the newspaper and looked out of the window, as if he could see the murderer standing on the street as soon as he opened his eyes.

Of course, there is no king Jiuyou on the roadside in broad daylight.

But there was a girl dressed simply, clean, with an anxious look on her face, looking in the direction of the bus.