Reborn Hot Wife

Mary Kinson said in a slow voice:

“Generally, people who are not proficient in Chinese medicine don’t understand pharmacology, and they don’t add epiphytes indiscriminately, so the medicine must be added by Li TCM. However, Li TCM is an outsider. Without your instruction and help, he can’t change successfully.”

After some analysis, Mo Han’s heart was completely furious, and her eyes widened out of control: “So what! William, Grandma has been taken away by you. If you really cure aunt, I have to leave, then there will be nothing!”

Mary Kinson clearly saw the red color at the bottom of her eyes, disdained, and answered indifferently: “So, you do not care your aunt’s blindness, but also to tamper with the medicine.”

Mohan suspected that she was tricking her to tell the truth, but she was wearing only thin white pajamas, and the recording equipment had nowhere to hide, so she also pulled together her courage.

“So what? Our agreement is that you will cure my aunt’s eyes, but we made no agreement that I will not be allowed to do anything. You are not skilled, you must admit defeat.”

Mary Kinson hugged her arms with both hands and smiled shallowly: “It’s a pity that you didn’t expect Mrs. Qiao’s eyes will recover.”

Mohan’s eyebrows twisted: “What did you say?”

Mary Kinson’s eyes are clear and she said in a clear voice: “The epiphyte is strong, and the traditional Chinese medicine ingredients I use are gentle, Therefore, after you adding it, Mrs. Qiao’s body can’t stand it and begins to react.”

Mary Kinson took a step forward, and the whole body emitted an aura, showing a trend of crushing: “It’s just that there is a saying in Chinese medicine, which is called fighting poison with poison. Originally, I was only 70% to 80% sure to cure aunt’s eyes. From today’s state, your aunt’s eyes can be cured 100%.”

“Are you lying to me?!”

“You don’t believe it?” Mary Kinson smiled more brightly.

Mohan slowly shook her head and guessed that she was cheating herself: “Impossible, you are deliberately cracking down on me, hum, a trick.”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Mary Kinson ignored her, but turned and went straight to the cupboard behind the bed.

Mo Han had a foreboding and breathe nervously.

The wardrobe door opened, and then someone came out of the wardrobe.

Mohan widened her eyes to the extreme, her vibrating pupil saw Mrs. Qiao.

“Aunt… aunt, why are you here?!”

Mrs. Qia ostill stared straight at Mohan, black pupils, reflecting the light in the room, there are bright spots.

Those are normal eyes.

It’s just that her eyes are cold, like soaking in frost.

As early as half an hour ago, Mary Kinson quietly found her, cured her eyes when she was half awake, and asked her to cooperate and hide in the cabinet.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be Mohan.

Mohan looked at her aunt coming face to face, stepped back, her back leaned against the cold wall, and her voice trembled slightly: “Aunt… aunt, it’s not what you heard,…”

Pa!

A clap sounded out in the room.

Mohan felt a burning pain on her face, and her eardrums were full of buzzing sounds.

She is the only girl in Mo’s grandchildren, and she is loved by all, let alone being beaten. No one usually hurts her by saying anything.

She was beaten hard, her eyes did not blink, she kept the position of being slapped, and her brain was blank.

Mrs. Qiao is still not relieved. She stared at Mohan mercilessly: “Your uncle-in-law is not at home at ordinary times, and I am alone for a long time. I am in poor health and have no children, so I have long regarded you as my own daughter. When you were born, I went to find Grandma Mo and said that she recognized you as a surrogate daughter, but she said that there was no need since we are relatives. ”

She deeply felt that she was wrong, and her tone became more painful: “So you have come to live here for a long time since you were a child. Ask yourself if I am not good to you?”

After being questioned, Mohan was in tears.

She knew she was wrong. She felt guilty, but she couldn’t find a word to justify it.

She deserves this slap, too.

Mohan covered her red face with one hand, and when the tears slipped over, she felt a stinging pain, but it was still not as painful as her heartache: “I’m sorry, aunt, I was blinded by hatred, I…”

She hated Mary Kinson, glared at her like a bloodthirsty beast out of control.

Mary Kinson also looked back coldly. Her eyes didn’t blink, they were dark and terrible, and faintly revealed a little cold light.

In previous lives, she also came into contact with Mohan. Although there were few intersections,. She had already knew Mohan’s temper thoroughly, and expected Mohan to come to her nine times out of ten.

Even if she doesn’t come, she has plenty of ways to make her confess.

Mrs. Qiao’s eyes were still full of tears, and when she spoke, she was no longer so energetic or even weak: “Go away, I don’t want to see you again.”

When she heard all this in the wardrobe, it seemed that there were a thousand needles stuck into her heart, and the terrible pain was stronger than the pain in her eyes in the daytime.

She could no longer forgive Mohan.

Mohan was more panicked, stretched out her hand to catch Mrs. Qiao, thinking as long as she was coquetry and admit mistakes, she can be forgiven.

“Auntie, don’t drive me away. I was wrong. You can beat me and scold me. Don’t drive me away!”

She just fell out with her grandmother, and she didn’t dare to go back. Now, if her aunt lets her go, she really has no place to go in this huge capital.

Mrs. Qiao still broke off her hand and looked at her. “The moment you decided to add something to my medicine, you didn’t have me in your heart. Everyone has only one heart. Once it is really hurt, it won’t heal again.”

She became more and more powerless: “I thought I could have a daughter understand me and take care of me, so I gave her all my love, thinking that there would always be a daughter for the rest of my life, but I never thought that you were going to repay me. But you should not hurt me.”

Mo Han never spoke again, and tears fell like broken pearls.

At this time, Mary Kinson came slowly, and the beautiful eyes glowed with a gleam: “Don’t forget what you promised me, give you a night to pack your things, and leave tomorrow.”

Mo Han fiercely raised her head: “Mary Kinson! What did I do wrong? Why you treat me like this!”

Mary Kinson hugged her arms and smiled sarcastically: “You deserve it! If you don’t leave as promised, then I can only let William drive you away.”

She deliberately mentioned William Black, nothing more than sprinkling salt on Mohan’s wound and killing her heart again.