You Are My Gravity

Zhou Ping wiped her hands, her face a bit solemn.

"Mom, what's wrong? Isn't something really going on?"

Zhou Ping didn't say a word. This time Qin Zheng's fever was 80% related to this thing, not a cold, but... someone else's sorcery.

No wonder she saw Qin Zheng today and always felt that his face was not good.

The original vigorous face had already been decayed, but no matter how she looked at it at the time, she couldn't see the difference.

I thought it was what affected Qin Zheng's fate.

But it turned out that the thing was on the soles of the feet, covered by the quilt, and could not be found at all.

And the other party didn't want his life, so the hands weren't heavy, unlike some evil things that were so brutal, you could detect it at a glance.

If it weren't for Qin Se's accidental discovery, it would be really hard to detect.

"Mom..." Qin Se gently pushed Zhou Ping's arm.

"Mom, what's the matter?"

Zhou Ping asked Qin Zheng: "Do you know when the sole of your left foot started to hurt?"

Qin Zheng shook his head: "I don't know... this doesn't feel like..."

Zhou Ping looked at him disgustingly: "I don't know after being calculated. You still have the face to say that you are my son. You are ashamed to say that you can tell the fortune?"

Qin Zheng was surprised: "Am I being calculated?"

"Otherwise, why do you think you start to have a low-grade fever in such a good way? After so many days of continuous fever, the high fever does not go away. After the fever-reducing injection, it will repeat? What about the talisman I gave you?"

Qin Se couldn't help shivering when he heard it. Qin Zheng went to participate in a talent show, and he could be calculated by others. Isn't this too scary?

Qin Zheng shrank his neck and said in a low voice, "One time he accidentally got wet while taking a bath..."

"You..." Zhou Ping walked over and patted Qin Zheng's forehead: "My old lady really wants to slap you back in her belly."

Qin Zheng grabbed Zhou Ping's arm and said aggrieved: "Mom, then I won't die, what's wrong with me?"

Zhou Ping: "I don't know..."

She had never seen such a method.

It can only be said that the human heart is sinister, and the methods to harm others are endless. Even in this metaphysical society, if you want to harm people, you can always find a way.

The person who framed Qin Zheng probably wanted him not to participate in the final performance, and did not want him to make his debut.

And the person doing this can only be one of the remaining players.

Interests, it will really smoke the hearts of black people.

Those players are actually still children, and the oldest is only twenty-three or four. They are still very young, but they can do this for their own benefit. It is really terrible!

Just thinking about it, I feel cold in my back.

Qin Zheng is about to cry: "Mom, even you don't know what to do then, will I really die?"

Zhou Ping patted Qin Zheng's forehead again: "What nonsense, or not a man, why cry?"

Qin Zheng sobbed: "I'm not talking nonsense, you don't even know, who told me before, I'm not an adult, I'm not a real man, I'm still a child, I cry. What's wrong with crying?"

Qin Se asked Zhou Ping: "Mom, is there any way to do this?"

"Let the doctor do a color Doppler ultrasound for him, or take a film to see if there is anything in it."

When Qin Zheng heard that there might be something in the palm of his left foot, he was so scared that he wanted to cry again.

"I don't remember who I offended, why did I harm me."