Mr. Lu, the World’s Sweetest Man

Ming Ye's face was distorted with cold pain: "Mother, will you give me medicine?"

Mrs. Ming's face suddenly turned gloomy, and she said, "It's cold tomorrow. I don't blame me for this matter. If you want to blame, you blame your father Mingyu and your biological mother Yun Lan!"

"Do you know that my mother is Yun Lan?" Ming Ye Leng was taken aback, and did not expect that Mrs. Ming was not only innocent, but even so evil.

Mrs. Ming coldly snorted: "I didn't know that at first, Dr. Qin Yesheng Qin, who died before, said that you are just a child he experimented with in a test tube in the laboratory, so I can safely raise you by my side. Treated like my own son. Who knows, you turned out to be Yun Lan's son! Mingyu and Yun Lan gave birth to a child after all, carrying me on their backs!"

There is a twisted and crazy light in her eyes: "I have worked so hard to become the Ming wife. I have worked so hard to raise you to consolidate my position in the Ming family. Who knows? Who knows all this It’s to make wedding dresses for others! Now Yunlan and Mingyu are hooking up again. If you let them know and let them know that you are their son, everything I worked so hard will be ruined! So, tomorrow night is cold, You must die!"

Tomorrow night Leng put his hands on the table, and the medicine would make his whole body ache severely, and cold sweat came out on his forehead.

He shook his head: "I really didn't expect that you would do something like this regardless of the affection between mother and child... I originally thought... I originally thought, what difficulties you have... After all, you are the mother who raised me... Who Knowing that I was just a **** of yours...When it was useful before, you treated me with all your heart and every effort...but now once it threatens your status and interests...you do so... So frantic..."

Originally, Ming Ye Leng was unbearable for Mrs. Ming. He thought that she was the mother who raised him. Now that he heard her crazy words, he knew what he was like in her mind.

The kindness she has done, the affection she has shown, are all fake, everything is completely fake!

Ming Ye Leng endured the severe pain, while holding Mrs. Ming's attention with words, while reaching out his hand under the table for his mobile phone.

His skill is good, but now he doesn't have the strength to resist at all. Every time he moves, every additional word he says consumes too much energy and physical strength.

He could only play with Mrs. Ming first, first get the phone and talk.

This time he was really careless. He actually drank the wine given by Mrs. Ming, but as Ming Ye was cold, how could he possibly think that Mrs. Ming, who has been with him for eighteen years, would turn his face so quickly, and When he turned his face, he was murderous?

He touched the cell phone and was about to try to make a call. Mrs. Ming had already strode to him and snatched the cell phone from him.

She sneered and said, "Do you want to ask for help? It's impossible! It's cold tomorrow, and you will soon die by poison. No one will doubt me at that time."

Ming Ye Leng held his body, not letting himself fall, gritted his teeth fiercely.

No, no, how could he just die like this? He can't die, can't die!

Must survive!