The Slag Gong wants to Kill me - Chapter 7

Preparations for the movie were quick, and when I ended my non-existent visa meeting, B said that he had found someone to get the job done. His tone sounded like an invitation to favor.

I thank him very sincerely and sincerely.

When I dragged my suitcase home, my husband waited for me with a cigarette outside the door. He took my things and took them up. I squinted and looked at his back. All he did was like a model husband. Who would have thought that he was still tumbling with his bamboo horse in my bed a few days ago, comforting his bamboo horse and saying that if I die Then they will be together forever.

I laughed.

It doesn’t matter, you will be together forever when you hang the southeast branch.

I have checked the medicine and bought it. It is a medicine about myocardial infarction. The color is similar to the medicine my husband was taking because of stress recently. He would not find it if he mixed it in.

cAlthough it is pharmacologically used to treat myocardial infarction, its own research is not perfect. To my trivial chemical understanding, its ingredients can react with the vitamins in certain fruits.

I think this is my first drug trial. In order to study whether this is fatal, I bought ten mice during the week of my holiday and experimented. I gave them overdose of drugs c and dang at the same time. After seasoning fruit, seven mice died of overexcitation within three days.

Ah, I think this is some kind of perfect boosting ingredient, and some kind of beneficial weapon for my husband to obediently die on his bamboo horse bed.

Recently, I used an excuse to say that I was a little sick, so I changed to another room to sleep, after all, I didn’t want to sleep on a bed full of their body fluids.

Then, after the news of that movie came out, as expected, Zhu Ma and my husband had an argument.