Mian Shengao slumped in the chair, and his furious mood gradually calmed down.
Evil ghost?
Mian Shengao doesn't respect heaven and earth, doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and is still afraid of you, an evil ghost. Just wait and see.
The story of the Mian family became a topic of conversation in the community and circulated for a long time.
Whenever the Mian family members go out, except for the shameless Mian Yu and the indifferent Mian Ao, everyone else covers their faces and walks away quickly.
The neighbors were very surprised by the Mian family's attitude of not driving away or punishing Mianao.
If Xu Jingyi loved her daughter, she would not say such vicious words and would not make so many jokes.
But to say it doesn't hurt, even if it's their own naughty child who gets into trouble, they will still beat him up and scold him.
The Mian family's big talk and little action is really puzzling.
No matter what others say or think, Mian'ao has had a very good time during this period.
No one bothered her at home, and she was provided with delicious food and drink every day. She was very happy.
But why doesn’t Siming, the one who got the free meal ticket, come to play with her? He promised to take her to eat delicious food.
The man in cotton-padded jacket walked out of the house, holding a roast chicken in his hand.
There is no one at Siming's home.
There is no one from the cleaning company either.
Special ward of the hospital.
Sima Ming was covered in black air, and in just a few days, his body became as thin as a dying old man.
Even though his body was filled with various tubes, it was impossible to stop his life from slipping away.
After returning from the tomb, Sima Ming seemed to be fine.
But only he himself could feel it. No matter how he suppressed it, he could not stop the black air from sucking his life force.
I originally thought that I could suppress it for at least three days on my own and find a solution within three days.
But I would have thought that that very night after I returned home, I fainted in my sleep and could not be woken up no matter what we did.
If Jiang Zhouzhou hadn't been worried about him and ran to see him, Siming might have died in his dream.
But even if Zhou Zhou found him, he couldn't save him.
Neither the leader of the special department nor the special medical treatment could save Siming.
These cotton-padded jackets didn't know that she was sitting in a busy commercial street eating roast chicken.
Suddenly, a large shadow fell overhead.
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