Chapter 239 Believe It or Not I'll Kill You?

Song Rui was instantly overjoyed, "Doctor Liu! Please save my son! As long as he can be saved, I will give you anything you want!"

"Hey—I see something like you?" Liu Yu rolled his eyes.

He wouldn't come if it wasn't for Mr.

The door of the rescue room opened, Liu Yu walked in with a serious expression, and got Song Wenchuan's physical report at the same time.

The more you see the eyelids jumping faster.

However, Zhou Manli seemed to be crazy. She hadn't heard who Liu Yu was, but only saw that he was disheveled and young, like a little bastard.

He grabbed him tightly and wouldn't let him go. "Who are you? Did Song Yaoyao send it? You don't want to harm my son!"

"Zhou Manli!" Song Rui's temple jumped.

Song Yaoyao's patience had reached the limit, she suddenly strode over, grabbed Zhou Manli by the neck and pushed her against the wall.

Suddenly, no one reacted.

Her eyes began to fill with blood, and the blue veins on her little hands bulged, and the anger permeated all around.

"Uh—" Zhou Manli began to roll her eyes, her hand slapped Song Yaoyao violently, but Song Yaoyao held it up with one hand, and both feet left the ground.

"If it was you who died today, I wouldn't even blink an eye. If you want Song Wenchuan to survive, just be nice to me, otherwise, I don't mind killing you here!"

Tang Xinrou and the others stood in the distance with their mouths open.

"Liu Yu, are you still going in?" The man's voice was extremely indifferent, without the slightest fluctuation.

Everyone was stunned in place, but Mr. Huo quickly woke up. He smiled and didn't mind Song Yaoyao doing it.

To be honest, what if she actually killed her titular mother? His Huo family couldn't keep it.

This kind of brain water thing, it's just right to die.

But--

The little girl's hands are pure and white, and she shouldn't be carrying these.

Mr. Huo looked at his son, who had already moved.

He calmly walked to Song Yaoyao's side, but he didn't stop him!

Song Rui was in a hurry and was about to step forward to pull Song Yaoyao.

The current Song Yaoyao is very wrong, like being possessed by a ghost, there is no trace of popularity in her body.

"Huo Qi." Huo Yunque raised his jaw slightly.

Song Rui was controlled by Huo Qi with one hand, his mind was a mess, and his hands were shaking.

Zhou Manli's face was already swollen like a pig's liver. As long as Song Yaoyao tried harder, Song Rui had no doubt that his wife would die right under his nose.

"Song Yaoyao! She is your mother! Are you crazy?!"

Song Yaoyao stood still, ignoring him.

Song Rui went to call the bodyguards. Those bodyguards had been isolated by the people brought by Huo Qi, and they couldn't get through at all at this time.

In the hospital corridors filled with the smell of disinfectant, the rescue room raced against time, and the rescue room was gradually covered by the breath of death.

Zhou Manli really felt hopeless. She felt that the breathing in her body was getting less and less, and the hand that slapped Song Yaoyao was unable to droop down.

The corner of Mr. Huo's mouth twitched.

"Uncle! Stop Song Yaoyao!" Huoningxi became anxious, "This is murder!"

Huo Yunque laughed dumbly, "I know."

So what?

He stood calmly beside Song Yaoyao in the posture of a guardian, with dark eyes and an aloof aura. Combined into a sharp knife, the kind that has seen blood.

Huo Yunque was too casual, he played with the Buddha beads on his wrist, and his drooping eyebrows showed compassion.

But everyone knows that everything is just an illusion.