80s: Little Sweet Wife

Yan Mingshun and Meimei hurried to Zhou's house. The usually orderly mansion turned into a mess of porridge at this moment. <щww.suimeng.lā

Zhou Xing’er’s mother only knew how to cry, and Zhou Zihua’s other two sons and daughters-in-law were not at home and went to the inland to run a business. In the huge house, only Zhou Xing’er’s mother was the useless head of the family.

Zhou Xing'er was young and couldn't hold back the situation. Fortunately, Meimei and the others arrived, otherwise Zhou Zhai would not know what would happen!

"What are you panicking about, your master is only too sad, so he will be sick, and he will recover soon." Yan Mingshun's voice was quiet, but he was able to calm people's hearts. The panicked servants miraculously calmed down.

Yan Mingshun glanced at the group of people, noticed that several of them had flickering eyes, sneered, winked at Xiaoyun, and those people were taken down for interrogation.

With him around, no one would want to make trouble, and Zhou Zihua couldn't die!

If you want to die, you have to survive until the 1997!

Zhou Zihua lay down lifelessly, his lips were blue and purple, his face was blue, and there were black bloodstains on the corners of his mouth.

"Sister Mei..." Zhou Xing'er cried, her eyes were swollen like walnuts, and it seemed that her condition was not very good, and she could be blown away by the wind at any time.

"What did the doctor say?" Meimei asked.

"Say Grandpa is dead... Let me and Mommy prepare for the funeral... Uh... Will Grandpa die..." Zhou Xing'er threw herself into her brows and sobbed.

In less than half a month, she has gone through so much, and now the grandfather who was protecting her has also fallen. Zhou Xinger is like a grass in a storm, desolate and helpless, and she looks pitiful.

"It's alright, your grandfather will be all right, don't cry, you have to cheer up, your grandfather is still waiting for you to take care of it!"

Meimei patted Zhou Xinger's back lightly, not knowing what to say to comfort her.

"This old man is poisoned, don't worry, he won't die..." Qiuqiu got out of his bag, and his big tail swung, not to mention how embarrassing it was.

During this time, Qiuqiu was as quiet as a chicken, and even eating was done quietly.

Because it is guilty.

There is no way to cure the poison on Meimei's body, Qiuqiu feels shameless, a dignified beast, and even the little poison of the mortal world can't help it, what face does it have?

Now the poison on Zhou Zihua's body finally made Uncle Qiu proud.

Zhou Xinger was taken aback by the ball that suddenly appeared, and upon closer inspection, it was actually a cute white-haired squirrel, and she was immediately captured.

"Sister Mei, is it your pet?"

"It's my good friend, Qiuqiu~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and say hello to Myolie." Meimei took Qiuqiu into her arms and kissed it several times on the head. It was unusually quiet, she knew it.

I also know what the little guy is blaming himself for.

What a fool!

Qiuqiu helped her so much, how could she blame it?

Qiuqiu stretched out his fat claws, shook it at Zhou Xinger, and then quietly shrank in his brow arms. He was too obedient. He also felt the mind of the mistress just now... Suddenly he wanted to cry...

The little guy wiped his eyes with his fat paw, and shrank in embarrassment, but he couldn't let Brother Cha see it, it was a shame!

"Brother Qiu...Are you crying?" Cha Cha asked coldly.

"Fart...you're blind...I just have a cold..." Qiu Qiu was so embarrassed that if he hadn't been worried about the presence of outsiders, he would have slapped this winless bug with his paws.

Cha Cha secretly spit out the cute snake letter, hmph, they don't rely on their eyes to see, Brother Qiu lied to it again!