A magnetic and deep male voice rang out. Yang Zimei looked back, her breathing slightly stagnant and her heart beating fast.
The man in front of her, with a tall and tall figure, wearing a well-fitting blue suit, slightly short hair, a handsome and gentle face, deep eyes, a high nose, and lips that are not smiling, is exactly the replica of the Ming Gang she knew in her previous life.
.
"dad--"[
Min Gang's eyes were filled with tears. He rushed forward with grievance, threw himself into the man's arms, hugged his waist and cried, "Mom is crazy, what should I do? I want my mother, wuwu."
It turned out to be Min Gang's father, Min Qinghua, when he was young. No wonder he looks so similar.
Min Qinghua picked up Min Gang, took out a blue and white checkered handkerchief from his trouser pocket, wiped the tears and snot on his face with a father's tenderness, and comforted: "Little Gangzi, don't cry, mom will be here soon."
Will be fine."
He held Ming Gang in his arms and looked at his wife who was sleeping inside through the glass, her originally delicate face twisted in pain, and his heart ached.
He couldn't understand that his wife Huang Qiuxian, who had always been quiet and quiet, suddenly went crazy last night, as if possessed by a demon, with disheveled hair, yelling, and even violently beating people.
"Woo woo, I want mom, dad, I want mom to get well soon, woo woo." Min Gang continued to cry.
"I have a way to make her better."
Yang Zzi on the side said with an eyebrow.
Only then did Min Qinghua notice that there were people next to him. One was a young man wearing black clothes and black trousers with an extremely handsome face, but his temperament was as cold as a sword that had just been drawn out of its sheath. The other was a little girl of the same age as his son.
The one who spoke was the little girl.
Looking at him with his deep gaze, Yang Zimei seemed to have seen Min Gang in the previous life. Her mind was a little confused, and she became nervous inexplicably. Her tongue was tied unconsciously, and she stuttered: "She...she...is...
...the...yin...evil...evil...qi, so...only..."
Min Qinghua's brows frowned slightly.
He has always been a materialist and does not believe in the existence of ghosts and gods in this world.
What's more, such words actually came from the mouth of a five-year-old girl.
Yang Zimei saw that he didn't care about her words and didn't know what to say.
He was too much like Min Gang, whom she had a crush on in her previous life. In front of him, she was really nervous and confused, and her usual eloquence could not be relaxed.
At this time, Min Qinghua's phone rang. He answered it, then frowned and said, "Dad, you don't believe in evil spirits, do you? With our family's status, what Taoist priest did you find to do this?
It’s just a joke, please forgive me.”
The other person on the phone was still talking about something.
Min Qinghua didn't want to be disobedient, so he had to respond casually, "It's up to you" and hung up the phone.[
Huang Jingxian's hypnotic medicine in the ward had taken effect. She suddenly opened her eyes, her pale face was extremely distorted, and her legs and hands were tied helplessly. She could only twist her body and scream, looking extremely terrifying.
Min Gang was so frightened that he cried again.
Seeing his wife like this, Min Qinghua banged his head against the wall in pain.
Huang Jingxian struggled for a while, and all the strength in her body was exhausted. She gradually lay weakly, with a pair of big, empty, dark eyes open without any focus, like a rag doll without a soul.
