Chapter 310

"What trouble!" The person who came was a strong man. He came over and kicked the children's painting lying on the ground. The children's painting's curled body turned over, his face flushed, but it was lifeless, and his face was full of sweat.

He is having a high fever!

And it's a very unusual high fever!

The man glanced at it in disgust, took the phone, and walked out while making a call. "I beg you, I'll give you whatever you want!"

Shen Qianshu's eyes were red with anxiety. She knew it was useless to cry at this time, but she couldn't help bursting into tears.

Children's paintings!

My children's paintings!

You can't have anything.

Where are you, sir?

Time passed, and the people who went out didn't come back. Shen Qianshu lost his temper no matter how calm he was, "help..."

She screamed sharply, hoping that the passers-by, perhaps who, could hear her call.

Shouted hoarse, responded to her, only silence.

Since Tong Hua was critically ill a few years ago, there has been no cardiac rejection. The doctor has repeatedly warned her that Tong Hua should try to avoid contact with germs. Once there is a high fever, he must be sent to hospital immediately. No one will ensure that his heart can fully adapt to his new body.

Over the years, children's paintings can run and jump, and their hearts are normal. Although they are a little weak, they are no different from normal children. The knife hanging in Shen Qianshu's heart is gradually ignored by her. At this moment, it is a knife that falls and almost cuts her off.

Children's painting suddenly fell ill!

Shen Qianshu's handcuffed hands were bled by her. She knew it wouldn't help, but she was still struggling like a trapped animal. She suddenly crashed into the chair and fell to the ground. With her, she also fell dizzy and hit the ground. Her hands were handcuffed, and people were tied to the chair. There was a very strange and embarrassed posture.

She crawled in the direction of children's painting with all her strength and pulled a trace on the ground.

Shen Qianshu was in tears, helpless and almost defeated her. She couldn't let children's painting lie there alone and die alone. She once thought that if one day, children's painting really inevitably died, it would also die safely in her arms.

"Children's paintings..."

His arms and legs were on the ground, grinding out a bloodstain. Shen Qianshu finally crawled to the side of the children's painting, and his forehead touched the forehead of the children's painting. It was so hot that Shen Qianshu was scared out of his wits.

"Children's painting..." what she suffered was herself, and she wanted to take out her heart and give it to him, "don't worry, Mommy can't stand it."

At this moment, several tall figures entered the warehouse. Shen Qianshu looked at them with tears in his eyes. They were acquaintances.

Mr Jonah!

She understood everything in an instant.

The auction was indeed a trap.

The failure of transplanting flowers and trees turned into anger.

"I'll give you whatever you want. Please take my son to the hospital!"

Behind him were several tall men in black, one of whom coughed slightly. He came in for a minute and coughed several times. Mr. Jonah is a Frenchman, young and gentleman, very gentle.

He looked at Shen Qianshu coldly, "how much is your son worth?"

Shen Qianshu bit his lip. A big man came over and brought the chair back. Shen Qianshu felt nauseated for a while, but forced himself down. "Human life can't be measured by money. If you just want money, I'll give you as much as you want."

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