The little tea essence in Sister Yan’s arms is extremely sweet

Su Ling found that there was a pain in his heart, his mind was in a mess, and there were white flowers in front of him.

Soon, he couldn't hold it anymore and fainted.

Les couldn't get through Si Yan's phone, so he called Wenfeng.

Hearing the wind, he hurried over, followed by a person, an old man.

"What about people?"

the curiosity in the old man's eyes was mixed with a little excitement, and his hands rubbed together, looking gloomy.

"Follow me.

A hint of surprise crossed Les' eyes when he saw the old man, he didn't expect him to appear here.

When he arrived at Su Ling's room, he found that he had fallen into a coma.

The old man walked up to him, his face unusually red. Then he opened his eyelids with both hands, looked at him, and ripped off his collar.

The old man looked at it and found that there were still thin red dots around the petals, and there were not many of them.

With a serious face, he lifted the quilt under Su Ling's feet, raised his feet and saw that there was a cyan butterfly birthmark on the soles of his feet.

Puzzled, he asked, "Old man, is there anything strange about this birthmark?"

If it were placed on someone else's body, he might think it was normal. But in Su Ling's body, it's not normal.

Tulip flowers are not accessible to ordinary people, and Su Ling's peach blossom eyes are very similar to his old people in a hurry.

When he saw the birthmark on his foot, the old man understood that it was not uncommon for Su Ling to be a flower.

"Go get a towel and put it on him, cool him down. Seeing

that they were still stunned, the old man shouted, "Don't go yet!"

and "Oh, oh, come at once." Wen

Feng ran into the bathroom, took the towel hanging on the hook, took a basin of water, wet the towel, and put it on Su Ling's forehead.

"Bring a few more!" Les

pulled out a pack of new towels from the cabinet, wet them one by one, and put them on Su Ling's body.

......

Warehouse.

Ming Songqing got out of the truck and instructed the warehouse personnel to transport the arms into the warehouse.

Half an hour later, all the munitions were unloaded.

Ming Songqing did not leave, but let the warehouse personnel leave, went in by himself, and closed the door.

Si Yan had been hiding in the warehouse for a long time, just waiting for him to show his feet.

After a while, Ou Li appeared in front of Ming Songqing.

"I've done what you asked me to do, and now it's time to fulfill your promise. "

Heh

!" Ou Li looked at him coldly, "In China, smuggling arms is illegal, I wonder if President Ming wants to be imprisoned?"

"You!"

Ou Li held his hand and said, "Don't be angry, I didn't say I wouldn't give it to you." It's just to scare you. Besides, what good will it do me if you go in?"

Ou Li took out a palm-sized box from his bag, opened it, and saw that it was a bottle of red liquid.

Si Yan was a little surprised, the red witch seemed to have a nice name, but it was actually a kind of magic medicine. Those who drink it will have a great thirst for the opposite sex for a short time, and after a night, they will have no memory of anything.

This is what Si Yan knows, but whether it has other uses, she doesn't know.

After Ou left, Si Yan came out of the shadows. I don't know why, she always feels flustered, the last time she panicked, it was when Su Ling had an accident, so she wanted to solve Ming Songqing as soon as possible.

As soon as Ming Songqing turned around, he saw Si Yan standing behind him, and he was so frightened that he took a few steps back.

"Ah Yan, why are you here?" Si

Yan's mouth hooked slightly, "Should I say it, you pretend to be true."

Ming Songqing put his hand on his chin and coughed lightly, "Ah Yan, I don't know what you're talking about? When did you come?"

The closed eyelids blocked the chill in his eyes, and he looked at Si Yan gently in a blink of an eye.

Pretending to be very affectionate to yourself and pretending that nothing has happened is really disgusting.

"Do you remember, what day is today?"

looked at him for a while, and Si Yan got the expected answer, "I think you have never remembered it."

Si Yan stood in front of him, stared into his eyes and said, "Today is the 800th day of Liu Wan's death, and two years have passed. At

the beginning, she owed Liu Wan a favor and promised her that she would not move Ming Songqing within two years.

Hearing her words, Ming Songqing's eyes widened, as if he remembered something, and the gentle aura on his body disappeared.

"Why? Why? You're never going to give me a chance?" he

sat down on the ground, his hands clutching his hair hard, "I've climbed up so hard, so hard to get closer to you. If it weren't for Liu Wan, would it be possible between us?"

he tried to see a glimmer of hope in Si Yan's eyes, but no.

"That's why you killed her. Ming Songqing, from the moment you played with her feelings and made her live for you wholeheartedly, there was no possibility of being friends between us.

"Then why are you still letting me near you? Give me hope.

"Because, it makes people go from hope to despair, and it's more fun. Ming

Songqing's heart was completely dead, his body lost its support point, and he lay on the ground, and the light in his eyes was wiped out little by little.

Perhaps, the girl who brought him light at the beginning was unattainable in itself, and it was he who wanted to occupy her.

"Bring me people and goods. "

......

Back at his residence, Si Yan felt a strange atmosphere in the air.

Pushing open the door, the old man, Wen Feng and Les sat on the sofa in the living room.

Hearing the sound at the door, the three of them turned their heads to look at Si Yan in unison.

Wen Feng immediately stood up, with a little excitement in his tone, "Sister Yan

, you're back!" "Master, you're finally back."

Les walked up to her and explained to her what had just happened.

Hearing the news that Su Lingtu had another attack, Si Yan's heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked, "How is he now?"

The old man looked at her nervous expression, and said in a light tone: "It's okay anymore, lying on the bed." "

Hmm.

Les nodded in agreement.

"I'm going to see him. When

he came to Su Ling's room, he was lying on the bed, and when he fell asleep, his brows were still tightly locked, as if he had a lot of sorrow.

Si Yan stretched out his hand and stroked his brow, "Ah Zero."

Glancing at the medicine bottle on his bedside table, he picked it up and looked at it. Didn't Han Wende say that taking the medicine on time could prevent the seizure of the Tulip Flower? Why, not long after, Ah Ling had another seizure?

Si Yan wondered, could it be that Han Wende was tricking her, that the medicine had no effect on the Tulip Flower at all.

Thinking of this, Si Yan's eyes darkened, and he subconsciously pinched the silver needle in his hand. If Han Wende was here, there was no doubt that this silver needle had pierced him.

Closing the door, Si Yan looked at a few people in the living room, his brows furrowed.

When the old man saw her come out, he immediately preached: "Yan girl, you said that you have a bad crush on someone, but you have a crush on someone from that family." "