Rebirth Group Favorite: The Movie Emperor's Wife Is Poor and Fierce

Throwing the obstructive son to other bullies.

Sheng Wenyin held up her skirt and ran slowly towards the top floor.

When Sheng Wenyin rushed to the top floor, he saw Ming with his hands in the pockets on both sides of his trousers, standing calmly inside the rooftop door.

And in front of him, Little Trash was hugging the iron railing, as if he would jump off if they came over again!

Sheng Wen put his fork on his waist and said, "Get down first!"

The little trash refused, his cheeks bulging like a hamster, squatting there pitifully.

At this moment, Ming stepped forward and walked forward.

Little Trash immediately became vigilant: "Don't come here! I really jumped! I really jumped...Ahhhhhhh!"

Ming grabbed him by the back of the collar, slipped him back from the railing, threw him on the ground, patted the non-existent dust on his hands, and said with a face that had seen through his expression, "You didn't bring a downhill rope."

Jian Wenke usually wears a downhill rope with him to ensure that when an enemy seeks revenge, he can slip away as soon as possible.

But today, it was Sheng Xingyan's first birthday party. He specially wore a suit and tie, dressed like a monkey in a circus, because the clothes were close-fitting and there was nowhere to hide the downhill rope, so he put it in the car instead of taking it with him.

The little trash was very angry: "Where the hell are you from! I am your real master!"

Ming said coolly: "Then I quit the division?"

The little trash wanted to cry. He kicked his legs and thumped non-stop on the ground: "I don't care, I don't give injections! I don't take medicine! I'm not sick! I'm not sick! I don't want to see a doctor!"

Sheng Wenyin suggested: "He's so noisy, why don't you knock him out?"

Little Trash: "..."

Ming said: "Yes."

Little Trash: "..."

Qi Si was notified by the staff when he was playing chess with Sheng Cangyao.

Sheng Cangyao saw that he was absent-minded, and said coolly: "Why, do you want to leave? Make excuses if you lose? Qi Yanbo, your son is dishonest."

Qi Yanbo was peeling oranges to eat next to him, and patted Qi Si casually: "Don't leave, we have to lose with integrity, don't let the surname Sheng look down on you!"

Qi Si moved a piece on the chessboard, and said softly, "There is something wrong with Wenyin."

Sheng Cangyao immediately followed suit: "Using your wife as a shield is not a man's style!"

Qi Yanbo said in displeasure: "Just finish playing, don't give him a chance to mutter!"

Qi Si couldn't help it: "Let's make it quick, General."

Sheng Cangyao: "..."

Qi Yanbo: "..."

Qi Si stood up and said, "Excuse me."

After finishing speaking, he quickly walked out of the lounge, leaving only the two fathers in the room looking at each other.

Sheng Cangyao looked at the chessboard for a long time, and finally sighed and started to put away the chess pieces: "Oh, I'm so confused, I didn't even realize that he let me."

Qi Yanbo said: "I can see it."

Sheng Cangyao glanced at him: "You see what a fart. Why are you pretending?"

Qi Yanbo: "..."

When Qi Si rushed to the guest room, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Jian Wenke was tied to the bed. His hands and feet were handcuffed to the four pillars at the four corners of the bed.

There were two other people in the room, and Sheng Wenyin was wearing surgical gloves.

Ming handed her the knife, and the two cooperated tacitly.

Jian Wenke barks louder than a pig in a slaughterhouse.

Qi Si: "..."

"Hey, why are you here?" Sheng Wenyin was a little surprised to see Qi Si coming.

Qi Si closed the door with his backhand, and said in a low voice, "The security guard informed me that you killed people in the guest room."

Sheng Wenyin stood up straight and said, "Who killed and dismembered his body, he is dishonest, he is not tied up, and we can't see his old troubles!"

When Qi Si heard the words, his eyes lowered: "Oh."

Sheng Wenyin: "..."

deep:"……"

Sheng Wenyin asked, "Why do you seem a little disappointed?"

Qi Si was stunned: "Obviously?"

Sheng Wenyin: "..."

deep:"……"

Sheng Wenyin beckoned again: "Since you are here, let's help. Take off his mask first, but be careful. When taking it off for meditation just now, he just took a sip and almost touched his finger. Bitten off!"

Qi Si: "..."

Little Trash was crying very loudly at this time, he yelled: "I don't like Bao anymore! I hate Bao! I hate Bao the most! Bao is a big idiot! Bao is... um..."

Sheng Wenyin: "..."

deep:"……"

Sheng Wenyin and Ming looked up at the same time, and saw that Qi Si took out a piece of tape from nowhere and sealed Jian Wenke's mouth directly.

Sheng Wenyin asked in a daze, "Why did you bring tape up here?"

Qi Si put the remaining tape aside, and said calmly: "I'm worried that after you dismember the body, the bag for throwing the body is not strict."

So very considerate, brought tape up to be an accomplice.

Sheng Wenyin didn't know what to say, touched the blade of the scalpel, and said, "Do it!"

So in the next 5 minutes, Dr. Sheng took two male nurses to complete the partial makeup removal of the patient's facial skin.

Using the phone's flashlight as a mirror, Sheng Wenyin gradually frowned amidst the whimpering of the little trash.

Seeing this, he asked seriously, "Can't it be cured?"

Sheng Wenyin smacked his lips: "Take off a little more."

Little Trash began to struggle crazily, as if removing makeup would kill him!

But Sheng Wenyin didn't care.

Wait until the entire left half of the face, including the neck, is removed.

Little trash is dead.

He was paralyzed on the bed, motionless like a salted fish that had lost his dream.

The real skin that was exposed was in a very serious condition. It was red, white and white, like fat and flesh that had been torn apart, and there were scarlet bloodshot spots in the gaps. It was hard to imagine how a living person could have such skin.

wait, no...

Sheng Wenyin gently wiped a certain piece of skin with a cotton swab.

Then she fell silent.

Ming waited anxiously, and asked, "Can it be cured?"

Sheng Wenyin quietly looked into Jian Wenke's eyes.

The young man's eyes were very aggrieved, and the corners of his eyes were wet, as if he was really crying.

Sheng Wenyin said in a deep tone, "A good news or a bad news, which one should I hear first?"

Ming said: "Okay."

Sheng Wenyin let out a sigh of relief: "The nerves and blood vessels are still responding."

Ming immediately stood up.

Even Qi Si, who never waited to see Jian Wenke, breathed a sigh of relief.

Ming asked again: "What about the bad ones?"

With a complicated expression, Sheng Wenyin tore off the tape on the small garbage mouth, and said slowly: "The bad news is that the nerves are still affected by the physique, and pathological reactions continue to occur."

Ming did not understand: "Speak human language."

Sheng Wenyin tore off the tape, and then went to untie the little garbage's hand: "It means that his poison is continuous, and he has never felt better at all. In other words, he has been suffering from childhood, until now, and even today. The pain that often burns on the face never stops..."