Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

309 Mr. Zhang, where are you

"Real trouble!" To the people a big guy came over and kicked the child lying on the ground painting, picture shrink child's body turned over, his face flushing, but a lifeless, his face full of sweat.

He is having a fever!

And is a very unusual high fever!

Han looked in disgust, took the phone, while playing while walking out, "I beg you, what you have to, I will give!"

Shen Trees anxious red eyes, she knew that this time the tears that are not useful, but could not help the tears welling.

Child painting!

My child painting!

You can not have something!

Sir, where are you?

Time, minute by minute later, out of the man, but did not come back, then calmly sink Arcadia also panicked, "Help ah ......"

She shouted sharply, hoped that the person passing by, who might be, could hear her call.

Shouting, the voice is dumb, and responding to her, only silence.

Child painting since a few years ago was dying, there have been no cases of cardiac rejection, doctors repeatedly warned her, children draw as little contact with germs, if there is high fever case, you must immediately taken to hospital, no one would ensure that his heart can fully adapt New body.

Over the years, children's paintings can run and the heart is normal. Although some are weak, they are no different from normal children. The knife hanging in the heart of Shen Qianshu is gradually ignored by her. At this moment, it is a knife, almost she sliced.

The child painting suddenly became ill!

Shen Arcadia was handcuffed with hands, she earned out of the blood, she knows does not help, such as hedge but still struggling, she suddenly crashed into the chair, crashing to the ground, even with her also fall dizzy, a hit On the ground, his hands were shackled, and when people were tied to the chair, there was a very weird posture.

She used all her strength to climb in the direction of the children's painting and dragged a trace on the ground.

Shen Trees burst into tears, helplessness swept almost defeated her, she can not let the children draw so lay there alone, a person to endure the torture of death, she had thought, if one day, children painting really inevitable trend Death is also dead in her arms.

"Children's paintings..."

Arms and legs on the ground, until it has a trail of blood, Shen Tong Arcadia finally crawled to the painting side, forehead touching the forehead child painting, hot scary, Shen Trees scared out of their wits.

"Children draw ......" She was tortured himself, anxious to put his heart Doutaochulai to him, "You do not have something, Mommy will not stand."

Is at the moment, a few tall figure into the warehouse, Shen Arcadia misty eyes to look at the past, is an acquaintance.

Mr. Jonah!

She understood everything in an instant.

The auction is really a trap.

The failure of the transfer of flowers failed and became angry.

"What do you want, I will give it to you, please send my son to the hospital!"

Behind him was a few tall black men, one of whom was a little coughing, coming in for a minute and coughing several times. Mr. Jonah is a Frenchman, young gentleman, very gentle.

He watched Shen Trees, "Your son worth?"

Shen Qianshu bit his lip, a big man came over and moved the chair back. Shen Qianshu screamed, but forced to press it down. "Human life can't be measured by money. If you just want money, I will give you, how much do you want? money, I can give you. "

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