Seeing Self On The Death Bed Chapter 146

The sky gradually darkened, and the downward trend was like the two pounds of flesh on the chest of a woman over 40 years old, equally unstoppable.

Chang Qin cleaned up the dishes and prepared to go to the study. He glanced at the balcony and there was no movement there for a while. Could the black bird be dead?

Chen on the balcony was drawing on the tiled floor again, drawing here and there. He was so bored that he had to find something to kill time, otherwise he would feel desperate.

"What are you doing?"

There was an unexpected roar above his head, and Chen was startled again. He looked up and saw the man standing at the door, staring at the bubble near his bird's claws. He blinked and said, "Honey, can you see my poop?"