Wen Congyuan clenched his fists, suppressing his anger: "What's your attitude?"
Su Qiao stopped and said arrogantly, "Oh, with this attitude, what? Are you dissatisfied?"
"Come here if you don't agree!" Let's see who will suffer.
Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Old Mrs. Wen quickly ran out of the kitchen, grabbed her son's hand tightly, and winked at him anxiously.
"Xiao Yuan, Xiao Qiao hasn't been out shopping for a long time. It's getting hot, so it's normal for her to buy some summer clothes."
Looking at the arrogant and complacent Su Qiao, Wen Congyuan suddenly thought of what happened last night.
The dull pain in his body was also reminding him that the current Su Qiao was no longer the Su Qiao who allowed him to beat and scold her!
Moreover, there was one thing that he cared about very much.
He had quite a few bruises, especially on his back.
But the strange thing is that there are no scars at all on the face, neck, hands and feet which are exposed.
He felt that she did it on purpose.
If this is true, then her thoughts are not as simple as he thought before.
"Remember to tell me next time you go out, so I won't worry." Wen Congyuan decided to observe secretly for a while.
This was the decision he made after thinking about it for a day.
He loosened his clenched hands, adjusted his glasses on his nose, and walked towards the dining table.
When he passed by Su Qiao, his expression was unusually gentle: "Let's eat! You must be hungry after walking around for most of the day."
Host, something is wrong. After suffering such a great loss yesterday, it is impossible for him to be so nice to you today.
"He is such a moody pervert. In the past, he was very nice one moment and then acted like a grumpy executioner the next. "
Of course, Su Qiao couldn't really believe that he would do nothing to fight back.
It just so happened that Su Qiao was also hungry, so he went back to his room, put down his bag, washed his hands, and then sat down at the dining table like a big boss.
Old Mrs. Wen smiled and served her a bowl of chicken soup: "Come, have a bowl of chicken soup first. I stewed this chicken for two hours today."
"This woman, she should drink more soup, then her skin and complexion will be better."
Su Qiao was suspicious. She glanced at the man opposite her who was eating without even raising his head, and took the soup.
He scooped a spoonful into his mouth.
A cold light flashed in Su Qiao's eyes.
"Xiao Si, you were right. This guy actually drugged me."
This soup contains diphenhydramine-type drugs.
Diphenhydramine can pass through the blood-brain barrier and cause general weakness, drowsiness, headache, dizziness, etc.
After taking it, people will not faint, but will feel weak in the limbs.
Some cold medicines, such as the black tablets of Baijiahei, contain this ingredient.
As expected of a chemical analyst, he even knows this.
Su Qiao took a sip and stopped drinking. Wen Congyuan raised his head nonchalantly and asked naturally, "Not to your liking?"
"Not bad." Su Qiao glanced at him and drank the soup in the bowl.
Then, he pretended to know nothing, ate half a bowl of rice and a lot of dishes, then wiped his mouth and stood up.
Wen Congyuan frowned slightly and stood up: "Why did you only eat so little?"
"I'm full."
"I'm tired and want to sleep. Don't disturb me."
Su Qiao answered indifferently and slammed the door shut.
After entering the room, Su Qiao immediately gave himself an injection to induce vomiting.
Outside the door, Wen Congyuan was about to go back to his room to get the fly swatter, but the old lady stopped him anxiously: "Xiaoyuan, let's just forget it, okay?"
She didn't know what was going on, but her chest was beating faster and faster, and she felt anxious and like something was going to happen.
Wen Congyuan pushed her away with a sinister look on his face.