"Your man drank a lot of wine, and you added some ingredients to your lemon juice..."
"Despicable, shameless --" the seventh day of the summer cursed him, opened his mouth and bit his finger while he didn't pay attention.
"Hiss - let go!" Andrew didn't expect that he could still bite his finger when he lost his strength on the seventh day of the summer. He took a breath of cold air and yelled at her.
On the seventh day of the summer, he did not let go. Instead, he bit his fingers. Even though his mouth was full of blood, he did not let go. His eyes were cold.
"Let it go - Andrew struggled for several times, but he couldn't help it. At this moment, Fred quietly came over and said impatiently," Andrew, have you done anything good to keep me waiting so long? "
As he spoke, Fred saw that Andrew's finger had been bitten by the seventh day of the summer. He sighed and said with a smile, "Andrew, you are so brave that you don't take her to the room and play here?"
"What are you playing with? She won't let go of my finger. Help quickly!" Andrew glared at Fred and muttered, "Damn it, help!"
When Fred saw this, he tried to help him pull out his finger. It turned out that this method was useless. Andrew's pain was even worse, and his face was almost black.
Fred is ready to force her to loosen her jaw on the seventh day of summer.
However, before Fred's hand touched his chin, on the seventh day of the summer, he loosened his teeth and vomited all the blood out of his mouth.
Andrew shook his fingers one after another, looked at the blood from his fingers, and cried out: "come on, Fred, please call the doctor for me, my fingers may be useless... Damn, it's killing me..."
Fred found that his finger was badly bitten. If he came late, maybe Andrew's finger would be bitten off on the seventh day of the summer.
He couldn't help looking at the seventh day of the summer on the sofa, shaking his head and sighing, "you woman are crazy!"
At the beginning of the summer, seven cold hums, wipes the blood on his mouth, and shoots his sharp eyes at them coldly: "I'm not afraid of big drug lords. Just you two, do you want to attack me?"
"You --" Fred was annoyed by what she said. He shook his head, took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, asked the doctor to come quickly, and asked people to find the medicine box quickly.
"Fred, don't let this woman run away!" Andrew gritted his teeth as he took Fred's towel to stop the bleeding.
"Andrew, do you still want to play with women after all this?" Fred frowned and began to think that the seventh day of summer was a tough woman.
"How dare she bite me and let her run away! I'm not a woman!" Andrew cursed fiercely, and then growled at Fred, "help her to the room first, so that there won't be any more trouble. When you get into the room, you can see what else she can do."
When Fred saw that everything was like this, he didn't want the party to be destroyed, and he didn't want the duck to fly away. He was ready to help Xia Qiqi leave here and take him to the room upstairs.
But just then, a scream came from the dance floor, and Fred and Andrew looked up in the direction of the sound.
"What's the matter?" Andrew asked nervously. The blood in his fingers had not stopped. Now it was like a bird in shock.
The band that used to perform on the stage also heard the screams coming from below. Although they had doubts, they didn't stop singing. They just slowed down the rhythm.
"I'll see --" Fred frowned slightly, got up and walked towards the crowd.
Andrew's intuition was not good. Ignoring his bleeding fingers, he followed Fred to the crowd, shouting, "get out of here, let's see what's going on!"
On the seventh day of the summer, my brain was still a little dizzy, but I heard the scream of the dancing crowd clearly. I couldn't help but straighten up to have a look.
However, just as she stood up with the back of the sofa, a tall figure stopped in front of her.
"Feng Xun --" on the seventh day of the early summer, he saw the comer, gave a surprise call, and rushed towards him. As a result, he was not stable. At the moment when he almost fell to the ground, he was firmly picked up by Feng Xun.
"Little girl, how do you feel now?" Feng Xun held her tightly. Seeing the bloodstain on her hand, his face became gloomy immediately: "someone hurt you?"
"Didn't hurt me, that blood is not mine..." the seventh day of the summer looked along his eyes, and then found that his hand back was still stained with blood, which must have been left by wiping his lips before.
"I'll get you out of here first!" Feng Xun in the end is not at ease, a pick up her, will go towards the direction of the exit.
"Wait, Feng Xun, you take me to the crowd to see what happened, how can there be a sudden scream?" The seventh day of the summer is now in Feng Xun's arms. His heart is much more stable. He pats his arm and says curiously.
"Someone's sick..." Feng Xun said in a light tone. Seeing that she was in high spirits, he took her to the outside of the crowd.
On the seventh day of the summer, I stretched out my neck to see a woman lying on the ground, foaming in her mouth, and her body was still in constant prohibition. She looked very terrible.
"What about the doctor? Why hasn't the doctor come yet?" It was Fred who roared.
Other people at the party whispered. Obviously, they were also shocked by this scene. They shook their heads and sighed, "I'm afraid it's too much marijuana..."
"Even if it's overdose, it won't make her mouth foam. I think she has epilepsy at all."
"It's hard to say. She drank a lot of wine just now. If she took pills and drank wine, it would be strange that she didn't foam at the mouth."
On the seventh day of the summer, the group of onlookers could not help but look at the foaming woman on the ground. Seeing that she was wearing tight suspenders, jeans and hot pants, as well as her beautiful blonde hair, she suddenly glared.
"Isn't that Vivian?" In the seventh day of the summer, he thought he was wrong. He rubbed his eyes and asked Feng Xun to put down himself: "come on, let me have a look, is she?"
Feng Xun didn't let go, but said coldly: "don't look, it's her..."
"Isn't she still dancing just now? How could she suddenly..." she asked suspiciously.
Although just through Andrew's mouth, she already knew that Vivian was conspiring with several of them, but now Vivian is foaming and lying on the ground with cramps, which is clearly life-threatening.