"Little Gangzi—"
A deep and magnetic male voice sounded, Yang Zimei looked back, his breathing was slightly stagnant, and his heart was beating thumpingly.
The tall and tall man in front of her, wearing a well-fitting blue suit, with slightly short hair, a handsome and gentle face, deep eyes, a tall nose, and pouty lips, is exactly the replica of the Min Gang she knew in her previous life. .
"dad-"
With tears in his eyes, Min Gang rushed forward with grievances, threw himself into the man's arms, hugged his waist and cried, "Mom is crazy, what should I do? I want my mother, woo woo."
It turned out to be Min Gang's father, Min Qinghua, when he was young, no wonder he looks so similar.
Min Qinghua picked up Min Gang, took out a blue and white checked handkerchief from his trouser pocket, wiped away the tears and snot on his face with fatherly tenderness, and comforted him: "Little Gang, don't cry, mom will be here soon!" Will be fine."
He held Min Gang in his arms, and looked at his sleeping wife through the glass, whose originally pretty face was distorted in pain, and his heart ached like twists and turns.
He couldn't understand that his wife Huang Qiuxian, who had always been as quiet as Lan, suddenly went crazy last night, as if possessed by a demon, with disheveled hair, yelling, and even beating people violently.
"Woooo, I want mommy, daddy, I want mommy to get better soon, woowoo." Min Gang continued to cry.
"I have a way to make her better."
Yang Zimei on the side spoke.
It was only then that Min Qinghua noticed that there were people beside him. One was a young man in black clothes and black trousers with an extremely handsome face, but his temperament was as cold as a sword that had just been unsheathed, and the other was a little girl who was the same age as his son.
And it was the little girl who spoke.
Stared at by his deep eyes, Yang Zimei seemed to see Min Gang in the previous life, her mind was a little confused, she became tense for no reason, her tongue knotted unconsciously, and she stuttered: "She... she... fell into... ... yin... evil... the... evil... qi, so... that's why..."
Min Qinghua frowned slightly.
He has always been a materialist, and he doesn't believe in ghosts and gods in this world at all.
What's more, this kind of words came from a five-year-old girl.
Seeing that he didn't care about what she said, Yang Zimei didn't know what to say.
He was so much like Min Gang, whom she had a crush on in her previous life. In front of him, she was really nervous and confused, and she couldn't relax her usual eloquence.
At this time, Min Qinghua's phone rang, and he answered it, then frowned and said, "Dad, you don't believe what Zhongxie said, do you? With our family's status, what kind of Taoist priest are you looking for to do it? It’s just a joke, let’s avoid it.”
He was still talking on the phone.
Min Qinghua didn't want to be disobedient, so he just said "whatever you want" and hung up the phone.
In the ward, Huang Jingxian's hypnotic drug had expired, she opened her eyes suddenly, her pale face was extremely distorted, but her legs and hands were tied up, she could only twist her body continuously and shout, her appearance was extremely terrifying.
Min Gang was so frightened that he cried again.
Seeing his wife like this, Min Qinghua banged his head against the wall in pain.
Huang Jingxian struggled for a while, and all the strength in her body was exhausted, and she gradually lay down powerlessly, with a pair of big, empty and dark eyes, which were opened loosely, without any focus, like a puppet without a soul.