Chapter 1007: She is you

Oriental ink eyes immediately lit up: "Mummy."
He put down the tableware and immediately slid down from the chair, and he rushed to the priest, but Jiang Gui’s eye grabbed his arm.
"Ink, don't go, you don't have a scar, you forgot the pain, she gave you a slap last night." Jiang Guiru squatted with the priest.
The priest lives.
When did she hit the ink?
Oriental ink pushes Jiang Guiru's hand: "Grandma, let go, Mommy won't hurt me."
Jiang Guiru refused to let go.
Oriental ink machine spirit, directly take off the school uniform outside, happy to pounce on the priest: "Mummy."
"Ink!" Jiang Guiru grabbed the school uniform and was angry.
The child, who was still very resistant to this woman yesterday, woke up, how he all forgot, and what is intimate at the moment.
"Ink." The sergeant lived with him, looking down at the small face of the oriental ink white, although the swelling was swollen, but his skin was too white, but he could still see the mark.
Secretary Emei, she hit the ink?
How could she beat her? It’s too late for her love.
But what is the faint mark on Mo's face?
Dongfang knows that she is suspicious and pats her shoulder: "First eat, I will explain it to you later."
"Good." The priest nodded.
She touched the head of Oriental ink: "Ink, go to breakfast, can't be late for class."
"Yeah." Oriental ink nodded skillfully.
He returned to his seat.
Jiang Guiru is a priest.
The priest looked inexplicably.
When she first met Jiang Guiru, her attitude towards her was indeed very bad.
However, since she knew that she was Miss Sister II, and that she saw that she was so sticky to her, Jiang Guiru’s attitude was improved.
Why do you seem to have a worse attitude now?
The priest has a lot of doubts.
Oriental ink went to school after breakfast, and Jiang Guiru went to take care of Dongfangrou.
"Auntie, tell me, what the is going on?" asked the priest urgently.
Dongfang slammed her away from the restaurant, turning her head to Cheng Zi’s meditation:
Zi Ming, let people send the surveillance video from the hall last night into the study.

Cheng Ziming compared an "ok" gesture.
Dongfang slammed the priest to the study room, picked her up and let her sit on the soft sofa. The priest kept looking at him, and he had to know the answer urgently.
"Small," the Oriental 珏 long finger holds her little face. "Don't worry, I will tell you anything."
"Yeah."
In the heart, it is anxious.
What exactly is going on? She feels that her brain is just like a paste, she can't think at all.
Her feet, the imprint on Mo's face, and Jiang Guiru's attitude changed her little.
The Oriental 珏 people gave her a cup of honey citron tea, and he and Cheng Ziming were the original coffee.
Soon, Cheng Ziming took the video up.
He threw the iPad to the East: "Auntie, should I avoid it?"
"No need to."
Dongfang picked up the ipad, opened the video, and looked at the priest: "Small, look at this video."
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The priest took it over and put it on his lap. Suddenly, her face changed dramatically and looked up at the east. "Auntie, that is not me! How can I become so terrible?"
"Xunzi, don't be excited, it is not you, she is Mizi!" Cheng Ziming saw her face white, and quickly appeased.
"Mi Zizhen? She really exists? Auntie? Where is she?" asked the stunned stunned.
At first, she thought that Mizi had a person. She just looked like Mizi, so she was brought back by Dongfang.
However, the Eastern cockroach insisted that she was a child, she used to lie to her.
The priest still does not believe.
It was not until later that Oriental ink was indeed her son. She did have a child, and she believed that she was a child of Mizi.
But now, Yonago is there!
She is terrible! It hurts the ink.
The priest's fingers tightened slightly.
unacceptable!
Why did Mizi hit her son?
The Oriental 珏 watched the priest excited like this, he immediately stood up, sat down beside her, palms pressed her shoulders, let her lean on her chest:
"Calm? How do I calm down? She plays ink! The ink is so small, how can she be so bad?!" The priest was going crazy.
"Small, calm, listen to me to finish the words." Oriental 珏 gently patted her back.
The priest's reaction is what a mother should have.
Xiao Yan is a broken person. She only sees him in her eyes, and even her own son can start.
This is the most unbearable thing in the East.
"Scorpion, you calm down." Cheng Ziming couldn't do anything, and he had to calm down on the side. "You listen to Auntie and explain it to you slowly."
The priest took a deep breath and pressed all the emotions down. She looked up at the East and waited for him to finish the conversation.
"Small, you are the rice, the rice is the priest. There is no other person." The East was straightforward.
"I don't understand." The priest was shocked, his eyes widened and his eyes narrowed.
What the East is saying, she can't understand it.
Dongfang Yu patiently asked: "Small sputum, has schizophrenia been heard?"
The priest heard the words, his eyes tightened even more, and he looked at the oriental horror with horror: "Auntie, do you mean that I have schizophrenia? Is it a rice pupa for a while, and a priest for a while?"
Dongfang’s words are so white, and the priest is very smart and easy to understand.
Can schizophrenia be a neurological disease? She got a neuropathy?
"Small, don't be nervous, schizophrenia is a mental illness, very common, it can be cured, nothing." Dongfang looked at her incomprehensible, my heart hurt slightly.
He glared at her shoulder and patted her gently.
The priest was in a mess, and she leaned against the oriental cymbal and involuntarily reached out to his waist, as if to seek solace.
Cheng Ziming pumped his lower lip. How did he feel that the two men were sprinkling the dog food?
Is he better to go out now?
"Small, nothing, I am." Oriental 珏 caress her.
"Auntie" sly eyes are red. "Is everything true? I am schizophrenic"
The priest raised his hand and shook his head in disbelief: "I am playing with ink, how can I fight ink?"
The East embraced her hand and tightened it: "Small, you are sick, you can't control yourself, understand? It's not your fault, the ink doesn't blame you. You don't have the heart to bear."
The priest kept shaking his head: "I have neuropathy, I actually got a neuropathy."
"小苒"
"Auntie, hey," Cheng Ziming said a gesture of snoring. "You give the donkey a little time and let her accept the fact."
It is difficult for normal people to accept that they actually have schizophrenia.