The fake daughter quit and got married to the boss

Chapter 137 Qi Jiaojiao was angry, Qi Jiaojiao frowned, Qi Jiaojiao took a big sip of milk tea

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, three pretty girls were holding bombs in their hands and throwing them at the rockery without hesitation.

One after another, the rumbling sound continued.

Qi Yue: “…”

Fu Zhiyuan: "..."

It’s really something that can be made.

Qi Yue asked: "Brother Fu, where will the wedding be held?"

Fu Zhiyuan kept looking at the figure and said, "In the Nian Family Manor, it is where her mother lived. The two old people are very happy."

As he spoke, Fu Zhiyuan squinted his eyes and said, "You are an old married couple, why don't you hold a wedding?"

"I want to, too..." Qi Yue smiled softly and curled his lips, "Wait a little longer."

At least Hitomi's issue is over first.

The next day

Song Sichen came with a box in his hand.

Tong was also very well behaved. She did whatever she was told to do and drank several kinds of medicine obediently.

Song Sichen was a little nervous, "How do you feel?"

Tong also shook his head, "It feels... uh..."

He groaned in pain, formed his five fingers into claws, and grabbed his face with all his strength. His body trembled violently, as if every pore was being drilled and bitten.

Song Sichen quickly walked over and restrained his arms, soothing him, "Don't grab! Calm down, calm down."

Tong was completely unable to control herself at this moment. Her eyes were bloodshot from the torture and her emotions were completely out of control. There was murderous intent in her eyes as she looked at Song Sichen.

Song Sichen thought to himself that something was not good, and the next moment he was kicked away by a powerful force.

Tong was also rolling in pain on the bed, scratching his cheeks with both hands until they were bleeding. He avoided the flesh and felt as if he had taken stimulants when he touched the blood. His body twisted and screamed strangely.

Song Sichen yelled at the door, "Come in, come in quickly!"

Qi Yue and Fu Zhiyuan, who were guarding the door, came in immediately and restrained Tong Ye. The person on the bed was no longer human.

Song Sichen gave him two sedatives.

Fu Zhiyuan frowned and stared at him, "You are so useless. It was not easy for those people in the Demon Realm to cure you back then."

Song Sichen scratched his head in annoyance. "This kid has a different constitution. He hasn't taken any inhibitors in many years. He has been holding on for twenty years. How can this family be so cruel?"

Qi Yue glanced sideways, "What do you mean?"

Song Sichen glanced at Tongye and said silently, "Please put it another way."

The three of them came to the study.

Song Sichen flipped through his phone. "He is the prince of the Isaiah tribe, right? His blue eyes are real, but he was not born with a centipede scar. Someone put a curse on him when he was born."

Qi Yue frowned, "Gu? Rumor has it that anyone with pure Isaiah blood is born with blue eyes and scars."

Song Sichen pushed the evidence he had found over, "This kind of Gu can develop human abilities, including strength and intelligence. A three-year-old can have the intelligence of a twenty-year-old, and his strength will increase dramatically. I heard that the Shen family was the only one in power back then, and they wanted to select a guardian for the younger generation of the family. If my intelligence network is correct, he is the first choice."

In other words, the reason why Tong Ye was an extraordinary genius in his childhood was because of this Gu.

Song Sichen continued, "His mother's family has an inhibitor. As long as they take it on time, their life span can reach 60 years old. Isaiah can live for many years because every time a person is born, he is fed with a poison. The price is his appearance."

At the end, Song Sichen sneered, "How cruel, letting a child fight for the family honor and eating human blood steamed buns, and not giving him a single inhibitor."

Fu Zhiyuan suddenly asked, "One inhibitor every twenty years?"

Song Sichen shook his head, "It should be ten years, but this kid made it through."

Qi Yue stood up, his eyes revealing his emotions, "Doctor Song, can you develop an inhibitor?"

Once every ten years, Tong Ye is exactly twenty years old this year.

Song Sichen strode out, "Let me take him away, I will root out this poison in him."

As soon as they went out, they saw Tong Yu standing behind the door.

Her lips were almost pressed into a straight line, and she spoke to Song Sichen with difficulty, "Doctor Song, I asked you to take him away, please save him."

"rest assured."

In the bedroom.

Tong Yu nestled in Qi Yue's body, tears falling uncontrollably, "I, I just saw it, Qi Yue, I feel so bad, he's covered in blood, he's trembling even when he's asleep, he's in pain, he's shaking in pain..."

Qi Yue wiped her tears, "Song Sichen is the descendant of a century-old medical family. When he was young, he studied all over the country. Believe him. He said he would uproot it. Don't cry."

When Tong Yu cried, she didn't sob loudly, she just pursed her lips and shed tears. The life in her eyes was gone, and she looked like a sculptured doll.

Qi Yue felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he made up his mind and said, "Baby, I'll eat snail noodles with you."

These words...

Tong Yu paused for a moment, then laughed and cried, "Really?"

"Don't lie to Tong Yu."

In the end, he was not allowed to eat snail noodles. Tongyu asked Nianmian and the others to go out to the night market.

"Fu Zhiyuan, that, that,——"

However, after a while, the two pairs separated, which was just as well.

Qi Yue held a cup of milk tea and said, "I don't like this."

He was handsome, with cold eyes and a frown on his face, which inexplicably reminded Tong Yu of Miss Jiaojiao.

The girl's peach blossom eyes sparkled under the colorful lights. She took a sip of milk tea and raised her tail high. "I know, you're just a tool to get the tea for me. I want two flavors."

Qi Jiaojiao was angry, Qi Jiaojiao frowned, Qi Jiaojiao leaned closer and took a big sip of Tongyu's milk tea.

His perfectly contoured cheeks puffed up, looking serious.

Tong Yu burst out laughing and poked his cheek, "Qi Yue, you are so delicate."

Qi Yue didn't say anything and stuffed all the milk tea into her hands.

Even though his earlobes were bleeding, he still said coldly, "I'll buy you some sugar-roasted chestnuts."

Without waiting for Tong Yu's response, the man strode away with a resolute look on his back.

Tong Yu stood there laughing until her stomach hurt. There were so many people passing by that she couldn't help but step back.

But he didn't know what he stepped on, and he staggered and almost fell.

Tong Yu turned back hurriedly and was startled.

Next to it was a place where an old lady was selling bracelets. The surroundings were exceptionally quiet. There was a tattered...homeless man curled up on the side of the road.

Calling him a homeless person is a compliment. He looks like a beggar. His long hair is messy and full of flies. His clothes are tattered. One of his big feet is shoeless and covered with black dirt. In front of him is a cracked broken bowl.

He was startled by Tong Yu, and raised his head, looking back with a pair of fierce and turbid eyes.

Tong Yu was startled and almost shook all over. This man's eyes were so scary, like an abyss, it felt like they could suck away souls.

She forced herself to remain calm and said, "I'm sorry, uncle, is your leg okay?"

The person on the ground didn't say anything, just stared at the cup of milk tea in her hand.

Tong Yu picked it up and asked, "Do you want to drink it?"

After a while, he stretched his hand forward, and his dirty long hair covered his face.

Fortunately it was at the night market, otherwise I would have been scared to death.

Tong Yu thought that the cup was still sealed and she had stepped on someone first, so she squatted down and hesitantly pushed the milk tea over.

Woo woo woo, actually she is scared too.

It’s so strange that there are homeless people on such a busy street in the capital of country Z?