A few days later.

Yueyue sat on the bed, gnawing at the chicken leg with a big mouth: "Mom, this chicken leg is good to eat."

"Slow down!" Looking at the son who has recovered his ruddy face, Mu Xiaoqi laughed and wiped his mouth, the poison in the little boy's body has been relieved, he has restored his old liveliness and jumping, and is no longer drowsy!

She looked at him and couldn't help apologizing: "I'm sorry, my mother didn't find anything wrong with you. Fortunately, she found it in time, otherwise she really regretted her death." ... "

After bathing Little Seven, she became scared and her eyes...