Chapter 239 Believe it or not, I killed you?

Song Rui was overjoyed, "Doctor Liu! Please save my son! As long as you can save him, I will give you whatever you want!"

"Sneez—I see something about you?" Liu Yu rolled his eyes.

Had it not been for the husband, he would not come.

The door of the rescue room opened, Liu Yu looked serious and walked inside, and at the same time received Song Wenchuan's body report.

The more I see, the faster my eyelids jump.

However, Zhou Manli seemed to be crazy. She had never heard of Liu Yu. She only saw that he was disheveled and he was young and looked like a little bastard.

He stubbornly grabbed him to not let him go. "Who are you? Did Song Yaoyao send it? Don't want to harm my son!"

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

Song Yaoya's patience had reached the limit, she suddenly strode over, severely pinched Zhou Manli's neck and pushed her against the wall.

Suddenly, no one reacted.

Her eyes began to fill with blood, the blue veins on her little hand bulged, and the hostility filled all around.

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

"If you were the one who died today, I wouldn't even blink my eyes. If you want Song Wenchuan to survive, give me obediently, otherwise, I don't mind killing you here!"

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

"Liu Yu, don't you go in yet?" The man's voice was extremely indifferent, without the slightest fluctuation.

Everyone was stunned, but Old Man Huo soon became sober. He smiled and didn't mind Song Yaoya doing this.

To be honest, what if she really killed her nominal mother? It's not that his Huo family can't keep it.

This kind of brain flooding stuff just died.

but--

The little girl's hands are white, she shouldn't bear these.

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

He calmly walked to Song Yaoya's side, but he didn't actually stop it!

Song Rui was in a state of desperation, and she was about to step forward to pull Songyao.

There was something wrong with Song Yaoyao now, as if he was possessed by a ghost, without a trace of popularity.

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

Song Rui was controlled by Huo Qi with one hand, his mind was numb, and his hands trembled.

Zhou Manli's face has swollen into a pig liver color. As long as Song Yaoya tries harder, Song Rui has no doubt that his wife will die under his nose.

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

Song Yaoyao didn't move, and ignored him.

Song Rui went to call the bodyguards. Those bodyguards had been quarantined by the people brought by Huo Qi.

In the hospital corridor 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 desperate. She felt that the breathing in her body was getting less and less, and the hand that slapped Song Yaoya was weak.

Old man Huo twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Uncle! Hurry up and stop Song Yaoyao!" Huo Ningxi was anxious, "This is killing!"

Huo Yunque laughed dumbly, "I know."

So what?

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

Huo Yunque was too casual, he was playing with the Buddhist beads on his wrist, his low eyebrows actually showed compassion.

But everyone knows that everything is just an illusion.

(End of this chapter)