"I don't understand." Sanzi suddenly said.

"What don't you understand?"

"Why let him go?" Being kind and soft-hearted is not Shen Huan's style.

Er Zi cast his gaze into the distance: "Because the 'catching' of a cat catching a mouse is not the 'catching' of 'catching', but the 'catching' of 'teasing'."

The third son's eyes suddenly dawned, as if he had some realization.

...

"Xiao Jing, you're back!"

Pan Xiaojing had just put on her slippers when she heard Zhong Yuhong's voice.

She raised her eyes and smiled: "Mom, I'm back."

Suddenly, his eyes froze and fell on the face of Shen Han, who was also sitting on the sofa, with only a little girl between him and the old lady, and his smile suddenly froze.

"...Xiao Jing? Xiao Jing?!"

"Mom," she suddenly came to her senses, "What's wrong?" She smiled again and walked over.

"Are you okay? Your face looks so bad."

Pan Xiaojing sat down next to Zhong Yuhong. Hearing this, he stroked his cheek: "Is that so?"

"Huh?" The old lady seemed to have discovered something and couldn't help but frowned, "Look closer, why is it swollen?"

"Inflammation of the gums." I had thought of the words for a long time, so I could speak so calmly and calmly the moment I spoke them.

Some people are born to lie.

"Both sides are inflamed?"

Pan Xiaojing nodded.

"The gums are inflamed, and the teeth are also hurting. This is not a trivial matter. Do you want Lao Xu to drive you to the hospital?"

"I bought medicine."

Zhong Yuhong nodded: "That's good. If the medicine doesn't work, you still have to go to the hospital quickly, you know?"

"Well. Then I will go back to the east courtyard to rest. You can take your time."

"Go ahead."

When leaving, Pan Xiaojing couldn't help but turn around and saw Zhong Yuhong and Shen Huan talking and laughing, with the soft and soft voices of children from time to time, and a domestic animation was playing on the TV.

The atmosphere is harmonious, like a family.

At this moment, Shen Huan suddenly turned his head and looked towards her, with a careless smile in his dark pupils, which was a bit deep but also concealed a hint of amusement.

Pan Xiaojing's breathing was stagnant. It was clear that the wind in May had gone away from the dry cold, but she felt like she was in a severe winter, with frost and wind cutting her face.

With a shiver, she withdrew her gaze first, her steps away becoming hurried, and she almost ran away.

inside the room.

With a clang, Pan Xiaojing pressed her back against the door panel and slowly slid to the ground.

The look in Shen Huan's eyes at her kept replaying in her mind. Chills shot up from the soles of her feet and soon enveloped her.

No...she is not that woman...that woman is obviously dead...

Knock knock knock!

"Young Madam? Are you there?" The servant stood at the door and asked softly.

After a long while, there was a response from inside: "...what's the matter?"

"My wife said you are not feeling well and asked me to bring you a glass of warm water."

After waiting for another ten seconds, the door opened from the inside. Because the light was too dim, the servant couldn't see clearly the expression on Pan Xiaojing's face. He planned to send the water, the tray, and the tray in, but was stopped by the other party.

Pan Xiaojing: "Give it to me."

The servant responded in a low voice and lowered his head habitually while holding the tray high.

Pan Xiaojing picked up the water glass, turned around and closed the door.

She put the quilt on the bedside table and went to take a shower first.

After taking a bath, her mood became much calmer. Her mouth was a little dry, so she picked up the water glass on the cabinet and brought it to her mouth. When she touched some of it on her lips, a light almond smell spread.

Pan Xiaojing's expression changed dramatically, and with a clang, the glass fell from his hand and hit the floor. The liquid splashed along with the glass fragments.

The woman backed away suddenly, as if she had seen some wild beast.

The next second, he ran towards the bathroom, lay on the edge of the toilet, and scratched his throat frantically with his fingers, making constant vomiting sounds.

After his stomach became overly acidic and he vomited up all the water and food residues, Pan Xiaojing rushed to the washstand again, not even bothering to use the cup, but opened the faucet and poured water into his mouth.

She kept vomiting while feeding, and kept repeating until she felt that her throat was about to be scratched and there was nothing left in her stomach to vomit, so she stopped and lay on the sink like a dead dog, shaking all over and gasping for breath.

Bang bang bang!

There was a knock on the door again.

Pan Xiaojing did not move, walking around on the edge of death, still feeling lingering fear.

But the knocking on the door continued, and she had to tidy herself up and walk out of the bathroom calmly.

The door opened. This time it was not a servant, but Shen Huan.

"Ms. Pan, how does that glass of water taste? Does it taste good?"

Pan Xiaojing's pupils tightened, and he shot out a stern look like a needle: "It's you?!"

She rushed forward, wanting to tear Shen Huan's smiling face to pieces, regardless of the occasion, nor did she care about any self-cultivation or magnanimity.

"Bitch!"

Shen Huan stepped aside and kicked her into the room. He followed her in and closed the door and locked it.

Pan Xiaojing got up from the ground, retreated to the corner, pressed his back against the wall, and was on full alert: "What do you want to do?! This is the Song family, do you think you can still fight as you like before?"

"Why should I hit you? As you said, this is the Song family, and I don't want to get my hands dirty." Shen Huan smiled and said, "You haven't told me yet whether that glass of water tastes good or not."

"Crazy! You actually poisoned me!"

"Poison?" Shen Huan pretended to be surprised, "What are you talking about?"

"Potassium cyanide is added to the water! You want to poison me!" Pan Xiaojing looked terrified.
Chapter completed!