The needle inserted into the intravenous drip, and Yan Qingsi pushed in the sleeping pill.
Yan Qingsi sneered: "Good sister, just sleep a little longer."
After leaving the house, Xiao Xu asked Yan Qingsi: "Sister, what if something happens? What if someone finds out?"
Yan Qingsi didn't care: "I know, I just know..."
Although Yan Qingsi wished that everyone in the Yan family would die, she would not actually do anything in this clear day. She just gave Yan Mingzhu some medicine that would make her sleep for a few days, and it would not kill anyone.
Moreover, if the sleeping pills flow into Yan Mingzhu's body through the drip, nothing will be found at all.
There is no monitor at the door of the ward, so nothing will happen.
This time, it was just to teach Yan Mingzhu a little lesson.
She was extremely merciful not to inject some AIDS, STD, or infectious disease viruses into her body.
…
Xiao Xu helped Yan Qingsi walk to the hospital parking lot. As a result, by coincidence, he met another person.
Yan Qingsi's eyes met, and both of them were stunned for a moment, and then they immediately saw displeasure in each other's eyes.
Yan Qingsi's thoughts changed and she said with a smile: "What a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet Mrs. Yue here."
Mrs. Yue held her bag and snorted with a straight face: "Why are you here?"
Mrs. Yue felt unhappy when she saw this little goblin.
Yan Qingsi sighed, lowered her head and touched her belly, and said quietly: "I have to ask your son, I am pregnant, and if he doesn't let me have your son's seed, then I will have to abort it!"
Xiao Xu was immediately dumbfounded
Sister, I was told that I had a stomachache, but why did it turn into a miscarriage
The indifferent and arrogant lady's face that Mrs. Yue had maintained so well was instantly broken. She stared at Yan Qingsi with her eyes wide open, wishing to see every strand of her hair clearly.
Yan Qingsi's face was pale, her body was shaking slightly, her lips were white, and she looked really weak.
This way, it really feels like after a miscarriage.
The more Mrs. Yue looked at it, the more similar she felt, and she pointed at Yan Qingsi: "You, you, you..."
Mrs. Yue felt that her current endurance had reached the limit. She had just met this woman a few days ago. She said at that time that maybe she would be able to give birth to a grandson in ten months. Now it has not even been a month. She... she... really...
Mrs. Yue felt a little dizzy and quickly held onto her car. She took a deep breath and said, "Don't talk nonsense. How do I know if you are pregnant with my son's seed?"
Yan Qingsi smiled bitterly, pretending to be miserable, and said: "What's the use of talking about this now? Anyway, the children are gone. There is really no good person in your Yue family. Yue Tingfeng is even willing to kill his own child. I think How good can he be in the future?"
Mrs. Yue's heart ached. She already believed it, but after all, it was her son. She wanted to say something to her son, so she didn't have the confidence to say: "Don't talk nonsense, my son is not that kind of person."
Yan Qingsi curled her lips with a look of disdain: "Mrs. Yue, who is your son? Do you really need me to say anything? Anyway, he has no son, and you have no grandson. I will raise him later. If you marry him, I have nothing to lose. .”
The next second, Yan Qingsi sighed: "Hey, it's just that my child is pitiful. He was killed by his own father. Your in-law family has lost a life in their hands."
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Meng Si'er: Qingming Festival is really a good day for killing people and setting fires!