Chapter 1175

It is impossible to say that there is no emotion at all.

But, at such a young age, he could see the fact that it was so bloody.

Mu Yichen is also very painful and hard to accept.

He couldn't believe that he was one of the behind the scenes culprits of this incident.

What's more, she can poison grandpa!

How much does grandpa hurt her?

She was regarded as the most precious treasure in my heart. I was afraid of falling in my hands and melting in my mouth.

She poisoned his medicine bowl?

How cruel is this!?

In his pure world, never thought that a person's heart could be so vicious!?

What made him more regretful was that over the years, he had recognized the thief as his mother.

For a while, I can't forgive myself!

In my heart, I also have a lot of guilt for cloud poems.

Scar man brought a bowl of clear porridge and went to the iron prison.

"Feed him!"

There was no expression on his face, he said.

Yunshishi gave him a wary look. At last, his eyes fell on the bowl of porridge again. His eyes were full of suspicion.

Scar man seemed to know the suspicion in her heart and said coldly: "don't worry! No poison. "

"Why?"

Cloud poetry wring eyebrows, but also doubt.

This scar man shows her friendliness, but she has to be alert.

Scar man snorted coldly, but didn't speak.

This bowl of porridge is cooked under his hand. Give it to him. He didn't drink it himself and gave it to Yun Shishi.

He sat down again in the chair, lit a cigarette and smoked.

After a while, he said, "feed him, or it will be cold!"

Yun Shishi sips her lips, takes the bowl in one hand, and eats it first.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't realize that there was an uncomfortable reaction, so I took a sip of it and helped Mu Yichen to feed him.

Mu Yichen is half faint and half awake, but he doesn't have the strength to open his mouth.

Yunshishi swallows a mouthful, slowly covers his lips, and ferry the porridge in his mouth.

"Gudu --"

a mouthful of warm porridge covered his throat, which made him feel a little warm.

"Mommy..."

Mu Yichen's throat moved and gave an obscure call.

"Well! Mommy is here, xiaoyichen. Mommy feeds you porridge, OK? "

Mu Yichen laboriously opens his eyes wider: "Mommy, do you still hurt from the injury?"

He asked, a little anxious and eager.

Yunshishi shakes her head and says: "Yichen is good, Mommy doesn't hurt, Mommy doesn't hurt..."

"Mommy, I'm a little cold..."

The passage of blood made his temperature drop gradually.

Yunshishi immediately hugged him more tightly.

"Is it still cold?"

"Well It's a little cold... "

Little Yi Chen shivers in her arms.

Basement, cold and humid.

Plus he had a lot of blood, so his hands and feet began to cool.

Cloud poetry is too anxious to know what to do.

Scar man pursed his lips and suddenly threw the smoke on the ground. He stepped forward and threw his coat in.

Yunshishi immediately took it and covered him.

The coat is thick. It's a long windbreaker.

Cloud poetry wrapped the windbreaker for him, and Mu Yichen's face was relieved.

So, cloud poetry continued again and again, feeding him a bowl of porridge.

Mu Yichen finished a bowl of porridge, and his temperature recovered.

Yun Shishi hugged him so tightly and snuggled up with him.