Chapter 39

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"xiaogangzi -"

a low magnetic male voice rings. Yang Zimei looks back, his breath slightly stagnates, and his heart beats.

In front of her eyes, this tall and straight man, wearing a suit of green suit, with short hair, a handsome and warm face, deep eyes, a high nose, and a crooked lip, is a replica of Min Gang she knew in the previous life.

"Dad --"

with tears in his eyes, min Gang rushed forward aggrieved and threw himself into the man's arms, holding his waist and crying, "mom is crazy, what should I do? I want my mother, boo Hoo. "

It turned out to be min Gang's father min Qinghua when he was young, no wonder it was so similar.

Min Qinghua picked up min Gang, took out a blue and white handkerchief from his trouser pocket, wiped away the tears and snots on his face with the tenderness of his father, and comforted him: "xiaogangzi, don't cry, my mother will be fine soon."

He holds min gang and looks through the glass at his wife who is sleeping, but his beautiful face is twisted painfully. His heart aches.

He didn't understand. Huang Qiuxian, his wife who had been quiet as LAN, suddenly went mad last night. She looked like she was possessed by evil. She dishevelled her hair, yelled and even beat people violently.

"Boo hoo, I want mom, Dad, I want mom to get better soon, woo woo." Min Gang continued to cry.

"I have a way to make her better."

Yang Zimei on one side opened a voice.

Min Qinghua noticed that there were other people beside him. One was a young man in black and black trousers. His face was very beautiful, but his temperament was cold. He was a little girl of the same age as his son.

And it was the little girl who spoke.

With his deep glance, Yang Zimei felt as if he had seen min gang of the last generation. He was confused and nervous. His tongue was tied unconsciously and he stammered: "she She In Now Yin Sha And Evil Qi, so With Just... "

Min's eyebrows frowned slightly.

He has always been a materialist, and he does not believe that there will be ghosts and gods in this world.

What's more, this kind of words is actually from a five-year-old girl's mouth.

Yang Zimei saw that he didn't care about what he said and didn't know what to say.

He was too much like min Gang, who had a crush on him in the last life. In front of him, she was nervous and confused, and her usual glib could not be extended.

At this time, min Qinghua's phone rang, he answered for a while, and then wrung his brow and said, "Dad, you don't believe Zhongxie, do you? What Taoist do you want to do with our family status? It's just a joke. Don't worry

The phone is still talking about something.

Min Qinghua is also not good disobedience, had to casually answer a "casual you", hang up the phone.

The hypnotic effect of Huang Jingxian in the ward was over. She suddenly opened her eyes, her pale face was extremely twisted, but her legs and hands were bound. Only by constantly twisting her body and shouting, she looked extremely terrible.

Min gang was scared to cry again.

Seeing his wife like this, min Qinghua bumps her head against the wall in pain.

Huang Jingxian struggled for a while, and her strength was exhausted. She gradually lay powerless. Her eyes were empty and dark, and her eyes were lax, without any focus, just like a puppet without soul.

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