Everyone is puzzled, looking at muyue, how to involve the things in fan Rumeng's pocket?

"What's the matter? What's in fan Rumeng's pocket? "

"Cut, I think Mu Yue must be afraid of fan Rumeng to find other excuses!"

"Fart, what are you afraid of, fan Rumeng? Don't add gold to your face! Muyue is not afraid of you at all! "

"I'm not afraid. What is it? Otherwise, why do we have to compete? What else do we have in our pockets? Do you think you can avoid the competition in this way? "

"I think it's fan Rumeng. What's in his pocket? It looks like a drum! "

The students are talking to each other and don't understand what's going on.

In particular, the leaders of the school looked at each other one after another and did not understand what was going on.

Fan Ru's dream to destroy the child in muyue's belly depends on whether Xiao Junyan allows it or not.

Xiao Junyan orders to Ye Tianming behind him, "Ye Tianming!"

Ye Tianming has already been ready for a long time. He stepped forward and controlled fan Rumeng.

Fan Rumeng's hands were taken by Ye Tianming behind him. The pain from his arm made him scream bitterly.

As the dean and leaders of the College of Western medicine, seeing ye Tianming's behavior and fan Rumeng's appearance, they immediately called out.

"Let go of fan Rumeng!"

"Who are you? You dare to do it in public!"

"Security! Security

All of a sudden, the stage became chaotic, and the leaders came out from behind the table and yelled at Ye Tianming.

For their shouting, ye Tianming ignores them. He takes out fan Rumeng's pocket with his other hand and escapes from several cloth bags.

Ye Tianming took these bags, put them under his nose and smelled them. A pungent smell made him frown together.

"See for yourself what's in it!" Ye Tianming throws these bags to the school leaders who want to surround him and fan Rumeng.

The school leaders who had originally surrounded Ye Tianming and fan Rumeng suddenly lost several cloth bags at their feet, showing some doubts and Puzzlement on their faces.

Only the president of the College of traditional Chinese medicine and the respected old professor of traditional Chinese medicine could smell the smell. They all frowned and ran to the cloth bags one after another.

Several old Chinese medicine doctors opened the cloth bag and saw what was in it. Their faces suddenly changed.

"Musk!"

"Lilies!"

"Saffron!"

The names of these old TCM doctors have changed their faces.

The leaders of the school bowed their heads one by one and looked at the things in the cloth bag. When they saw that it was those things, their faces changed again.

Without waiting for the school leaders to respond, there was a cry.

"My stomach hurts!" Mu Yue covers his stomach and leans on Xiao Junyan's arms and cries.

Xiao Junyan holds Mu Yue in his arms and worries, "wife, what's the matter with you?"

"My stomach hurts so much!" Mu Yue holds Xiao Junyan's chest skirt with one hand, holds his bulging stomach with the other hand, and his face is full of pain, "child... My child!"

Looking at Mu Yue's appearance, the leaders of the school were all dark with a thump in their faces. There was a cool air running from the bottom of their feet to the top of their heads, and their whole body was cold.

"It's over!"

These two words only flash in everyone's mind.