"I don't understand." The third son said suddenly.
"Why don't you understand?"
"Why let people go?" Being soft-hearted is not Shen Hou's style.
The second son cast his gaze into the distance: "Because the "catching" of the cat and the mouse is not the "catching" of the "catching", but the "catching" of the "trick"."
The third son appeared in a daze, seeming to realize something.
"Xiaojing, you are back!"
As soon as Pan Xiaojing put on his slippers, he heard Zhong Yuhong's voice.
She raised her eyes and smiled, "Mom, I'm back."
Suddenly, his gaze was stagnant, and he fell on the face of Shen Hun who was also sitting on the sofa and separated from the old lady by a little girl, and his smile stiffened.
"... Xiaojing? Xiaojing?!"
"Mom," she suddenly regained consciousness, "what's the matter?" She smiled again and walked over.
"Are you okay? Your face looks terrible."
Pan Xiaojing sat down next to Zhong Yuhong. Hearing the words, he stroked her upper cheek: "So?"
"Huh?" The old lady frowned as if she had discovered something, "Looking closer, why is it swollen?"
"Inflammation of the gums." It's a phrase that has been thought out a long time ago, so that at the moment of exit, he can be so calm and calm.
Some people are born to lie.
"Inflammation on both sides?"
Pan Xiaojing nodded.
"The gums are inflamed and the teeth hurt. This is not a trivial matter. Let Old Xu drive you to the hospital?"
"I bought medicine."
Zhong Yuhong nodded: "That's good. If the medicine doesn't help, you still have to go to the hospital, you know?"
"Yeah. Then I'll go back to the East Yard to rest first. Take your time."
"Go ahead."
When he was leaving, Pan Xiaojing couldn't help turning his head, and saw Zhong Yuhong and Shen Hun talking and laughing. From time to time, they were mixed with the soft voice of children, and a domestic anime was playing on TV.
The atmosphere is harmonious, like a family.
At this moment, Shen Hun suddenly turned his head to look at her, and the dark pupils were filled with careless smiles, with a bit of deepness, and a trace of joking was hidden.
Pan Xiaojing's breathing is stagnant, and the wind in May has clearly faded away from the dry and cold, but she feels like she is in a severe winter, with frosty wind cutting her face.
With a shiver, she took the lead to withdraw her gaze, and her hurried footsteps were the first to flee.
Inside the room.
With a bang, Pan Xiaojing pressed her back against the door panel and slowly sat on the ground.
I kept replaying the look in Shen Hou's eyes when she was looking at her, and the chill rose from the soles of her feet and soon enveloped her.
No... She is not that woman... That woman is obviously dead...
Knocking! Knocking!
"Madam? Are you there?" The servant stood at the door and asked softly.
After a long while, there was a response inside: "...what's the matter?"
"The wife said you were uncomfortable. Let me bring a glass of warm water."
After waiting ten more seconds, the door opened from the inside. Because the light was too dim, the servant couldn't see the expression on Pan Xiaojing's face. He planned to send it in with the water tray, but was stopped by the other party.
Pan Xiaojing: "Give it to me."
The servant said in a low voice, while holding a high tray, he habitually bowed his head.
Pan Xiaojing picked up the water glass and turned to close the door.
She put the quilt on the bedside table and went to take a shower first.
After taking a shower, her emotions also calmed down a lot. She had a dry mouth. She picked up the cup of water on the cabinet and just brought it to her mouth. Her lips were stained, and a faint smell of almonds spread.
Pan Xiaojing's complexion changed drastically, and with a bang, the glass fell off from his hand and hit the floor, spattering with glass shards.
The woman backed away suddenly, as if seeing a scourge.
In the next second, he dashed towards the toilet, leaned on the edge of the toilet, squeezed his throat frantically with his fingers, and vomited constantly.
After pantothenic acid in his stomach and vomiting of water and food residues, Pan Xiaojing rushed to the washstand again, not even using the cup, and turned on the faucet to pour water into his mouth.
She vomited while pouring, and kept repeating until she felt that her throat was about to be pierced and there was nothing left to vomit in her stomach, and then she stopped, lying on the washstand like a dead dog, trembling and gasping.
Klang Klang!
There was a knock on the door again.
Pan Xiaojing didn't move, wandering around the edge of death, still lingering in his heart.
But the knocking on the door continued, and she had to tidy herself up and walked out of the bathroom calmly.
The door opened, this time it was not a servant, it was Shen Hou.
"Miss Pan, how does that glass of water taste? Does it taste good?"
Pan Xiaojing's pupils shrank, and the tip of the needle shot out awe-inspiringly: "It's you?!"
She rushed forward, trying to tear up Shen Hun's smiling face, regardless of the occasion, and she didn't care about the restraint and tolerance.
"Bitch!"
Shen Wei drew sideways, kicked her into the room with his foot, followed by himself, closed the door and unlocked it.
Pan Xiaojing got up from the ground, stepped back to the corner, put his back against the wall, fully guarded: "What do you want to do?! This is the Song family. Do you think you can fight as you like before?"
"What did I beat you for? You said, this is the Song family, I don't want to get my hands dirty." Shen Hou smiled, "You haven't told me whether the glass of water is good or not."
"Crazy man! You actually poisoned me!"
"Poisoned?" Shen Hou pretended to be surprised, "What are you talking about?"
"Potassium cyanide is added to the water! You want to poison me!" Pan Xiaojing showed fear.
"Really?" Shen Hou sneered, "Who told you that there is potassium cyanide in the water?"