v2 Chapter 1833： Lin Yan Chapter 17

"What medicine did you give him?"

Ye Ziyan rolled her nimble black eyes and looked at him curiously.

"laxative."

Ye Zimo smiled darkly: "The laxative prepared by the young master himself, inhaling a nail-sized dose is enough for him to lax for three days."

"Three days?"

Ye Ziyan was a little surprised: "Then you must be exhausted. Is there something wrong with you, and you won't go directly to the underworld to report?"

"Won't."

Ye Zimo laughed jokingly: "Master, I'm not willing to waste it, I just pop a little out from between the nails, pull it three or four times, it's about the same.

"This person is really hateful for bullying children. He should be taught a lesson."

Ye Ziyan was a little dissatisfied again, and added fire without losing the opportunity: "It's only three or four times, it's too little, at least one night, let him have a longer memory, so that he won't come to make trouble again."

"It's not easy to teach him a lesson."

Ye Zimo grinned, revealing a mouthful of neat teeth and snow-white gums, flashing a cold light.

"Look for an opportunity to add some condiments to him during the meal, so as to make him ecstasy."

"Don't get too close to him."

Ye Ziyan reminded with a smile: "Let him see the clues and cause trouble."

"cut."

Ye Zimo sneered disdainfully: "If he can really see that it was the young master who drugged him, the young master will admire him."

"Boy, it's not safe to stand on the grain pile, come down quickly."

The two brothers and sisters were chatting cheerfully through voice transmission, when an **** cast a worried glance at the car and sternly reprimanded them.

"Good."

Ye Zimo giggled, climbed down from the grain pile, and sat down next to his sister.

Ye Zilin had a keen mind, and when he heard the sound of horseshoes, he immediately guessed what Ye Zimo was thinking.

Seeing him slipping down from the grain stack, he sat obediently, pretending to be innocent, with slightly curved lips, leaning against the grain bag, and taking a nap with his eyes closed.

*

During the lunch break, Ye Zimo quietly approached the head of the bodyguard by begging for water, and sure enough gave him some laxatives.

The escort's face was ugly, he contorted a few times like a convulsion, and farted a lot with his rice bowl, which made the nearby escorts frown and squeezed their noses to avoid it.

Ye Zimo covered her mouth and laughed secretly, her shoulders trembled, and it was very hard to hold back her laughter.

The afternoon trip was delayed due to the bodyguard's stomach discomfort. The convoy moved slowly and had to stop from time to time to wait on the road.

The bodyguards whispered to each other in private, and kept looking at the three of Ye Zilin's brothers and sisters with inquiring eyes.

The head of the bodyguard is greedy for money, they were all there at the time and they could hear it clearly.

Someone thought of Ye Zimo's strange behavior standing on the grain pile, and subconsciously decided that he was playing tricks to get revenge on the escort.

The escorts looked at the three brothers and sisters in a different way.

Examining, doubting, probing, vigilant, full of it.

Ye Zimo was clever, pretending not to understand what the bodyguards were talking about, and took out a small wooden sword from his back basket.

Pretending to be riding a horse, he yelled and swung his wooden sword, happily circling the carriage.

He acted very realistically, with a stupid look who didn't understand anything, and all the bodyguards who watched were speechless, and all looked away.

Such a stupid boy, how could he have the brains to poison others.

Sure enough, they were overthinking it. The escort's diarrhea was due to his own physical discomfort, and had nothing to do with the three children.

"Pfft."

Ye Zilin saw all the sudden changes in the expressions of the bodyguards, couldn't hold back for a moment, burst out laughing.

"whee."

Ye Ziyan saw her brother smile, so she also laughed.

The eldest daughter of the group favorite, she is full of luck https://