Who knew that Zhou Yuncheng would run outside, squat on the ground, and constantly vomit, almost throwing up the food he had eaten for twenty-six years.
"Cheng, he ... It's indeed a heavy taste. " Wang Jinhao felt a little embarrassed.
Zhou Yuncheng was sprawled outside. Mo Yancheng walked out and handed him a tissue.
"Brother Yi, I don't want to live anymore." Zhou Yuncheng stood up and hugged mo Yancheng with a pained expression!
Mo Yancheng lowered his head and passed him a tissue.""We'll pretend that we don't know. "
"..." This God added salt to the wound. Was he sure it was mo Yancheng? Zhou Yun Cheng's heart was stuffed.
When they returned, they saw the little thing lying on the side, drinking soup and gnawing on bones! He was enjoying treatment that no one else had!
"It ate the soup that we can't drink?" Zhou Yuncheng pointed at the little thing. From now on, he and the little thing were sworn enemies.
