Chapter 1296 Mrs. Du Is Not Successful Enough

"Indeed."

Wen Qiao is a little preoccupied, but it seems that blood or not is not that important to her now. If this fake Lin Lang really kills someone, she hopes that the murderer can be brought to justice.

Just before Wen Qiao went to Lin Lang's residence to find her, Lin Lang welcomed a visitor.

It was her aunt. She opened the door, forced a smile, and called out.

Mrs. Du entered the house and looked around: "This seems to be my first time here in your new house. In the past two years, you have become more and more distant from us."

"I'm too busy with work. I rarely come back to live here."

Mrs. Du chuckled: "Won't you pour me something to drink?"

Lin Lang quickly asked: "What do you want to drink? Coffee or juice or..."

"Cafe."

Soon, Lin Lang came over with two cups of coffee and placed them in front of Mrs. Du. Mrs. Du smiled and said, "Cut some more fruit for me."

Just after Lin Lang entered the kitchen, Mrs. Du squeezed a small tube of potion into Lin Lang's cup with trembling fingers, then picked up the mixing spoon and stirred it gently.

Lin Lang brought a plate of cherries over: "Auntie, do you like this?"

The smile at the corner of Mrs. Du's mouth was a little stiff: "It doesn't matter what it is, I am here today for the same reason. Please have mercy on my poor aunt. You also know what kind of life Boyan has lived these years. You don't want him to live a healthy and ordinary life." Human life?"

Lin Lang stirred the coffee indifferently: "Auntie, don't force me, okay?"

Mrs. Du was a little hysterical: "I don't understand why you are not willing to help me with such a small favor. I have raised you in vain all those years. It has been in vain."

Lin Lang just stirred the coffee, his eyes a little cold.

Mrs. Du roared for a while, took a sip of coffee with trembling hands, and then looked at Lin Lang: "Drink it."

Just such a sentence made Lin Lang look suspicious in her eyes, she was very wary, and her aunt looked strange.

She said calmly: "Well, I'll drink it later."

The two of them looked at each other in silence. Lin Lang still didn't drink. Mrs. Du reminded her again: "Drink quickly. If you don't drink, it will get cold."

She came here today just to draw Lin Lang's blood. No matter what, if she helped Wen Qiao get Lin Lang's blood, her son would be saved.

She can't control that much.

Lin Lang pretended to accidentally touch the coffee cup, and the cup fell to the floor tiles, making a shattering sound.

Mrs. Du's eyes were sinister, could she tell?

It's obvious.

Lin Lang bent down to clean up the debris on the ground: "Forget it, it seems I'm not suitable for drinking coffee today."

Mrs. Du was so anxious that she picked up the fruit plate on the side and slammed it at the back of Lin Lang's head.

Lin Lang's eyes darkened and he fainted.

After all, Mrs. Du had no such criminal experience. When she saw Lin Lang fainted, she immediately panicked. After all, this was also her sister's daughter.

She was panicked and scared, and she had no experience in drawing blood. She hurriedly took out a syringe from her handbag.

She had studied a little on the video two days ago. She only dared to do this kind of thing herself. She pulled up Lin Lang's sleeves shivering, the veins on her arms were exposed, and her hand holding the needle trembled violently. With.

After half a day of psychological construction, she didn't even take the needle.

Just when he was hesitating, Lin Lang woke up.

After she woke up, she did not open her eyes immediately, but carefully discerned the movements around her.