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To be honest, it hurts.
Zhao Qingheng never imagined that a heart patient could have such great strength.
"What are you doing" Before Zhao Qingheng could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart and a bloody smell in his throat. His body went limp and he knelt down directly.
"Cough cough cough"
At this moment, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
This was the first time in Zhao Qingheng¡¯s life that he tasted blood in his mouth.
I feel like spitting out fragrance.
But he could only spit out a mouthful of blood.
Su Nanzhi also took the opportunity to move further to the side to avoid being splashed by the blood he spat out.
The disgust is obvious.
When Zhao Qingheng saw this, he spat out another mouthful of blood.
She was angry.
When he knelt on the ground and coughed until no blood came out, he tremblingly raised his head and asked Su Nanzhi, "Am I going to die?"
Su Nanzhi: "you want to die?"
Zhao Qingheng didn't know how to describe his current situation for a while. He remembered that he had just been slapped by Su Nanzhi, and then he had chest pain, then sore throat, and then he vomited blood. Now his mouth is full of blood. smell.
This is the first time in Mr. Zhao's life that he has encountered something like this - being slapped so hard that he vomited blood.
Probably because the young master looked too embarrassed right now, Su Nanzhi kindly said to him, "Look at what you just coughed up."
Hearing this, Zhao Qingheng subconsciously looked down at the ground. The blood he had just vomited had turned black and red, and there were black bugs squirming on it. They were round and fat, and were even bigger than the ones he saw last time. Creepy.
""
"My father vomited."
The young master just finished vomiting once, and now he feels like vomiting again.
What kind of fate is this for him? His body is still hurting terribly, but the visual impact in front of him is too strong. He has begun to feel that the food he ate for lunch is beginning to churn in his stomach.
Su Nanzhi saw him lying on the ground retching, and did not help him. She simply lit a paper talisman in her hand and put it directly on the ground. The paper talisman burned, and the black bugs were also burned. There was a crackling sound, and there was even a weird fragrance floating in the air.
""
¡°Obviously, it¡¯s impossible for Zhao Qingheng to find it fragrant. He felt even worse after smelling this weird fragrance.
Su Nanzhi¡¯s last act of kindness was probably to take out a tissue from the side and hand it to him.
Zhao Qingheng: ""
"Thank you." Mr. Zhao's rationality returned and he realized what a shameful thing he had just done. At this time, his expression was somewhat unnatural.
"I'll remove the poison from your body and vomit it away. As for the floor, if you don't want others to know, just clean it up yourself."
Su Nanzhi stopped looking at him. After walking around the Zhao family residence, she no longer had any interest in it.
After Mr. Zhao cleaned up the things on the floor, he changed into another set of clothes before coming out to see Su Nanzhi.
Young Master Zhao¡¯s baggage is estimated to weigh a ton.
It doesn¡¯t matter anyway. In Su Nanzhi¡¯s eyes, it makes no difference whether to change or not.
"Su Nanzhi, does my mother have to be like me?" Zhao Qingheng couldn't help but frown when he thought of what he felt just now.
"No." Su Nanzhi answered his question very simply.
Zhao Qingheng: "What should we do?"
Su Nanzhi took out a bottle from the black canvas bag she carried with her. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com