Chapter 272 Feeling so comfortable that I want to die

After Mrs. Zhang left, An Yi took Mrs. Chun's pulse.

Just now, the voodoo insect had risen to his neck. Although An Yi used a silver needle to immobilize it, An Yi couldn't tell how much of it was still around him. Now he was hoping that Mrs. Zhang could catch the woman who used the voodoo.

Zhang Xinyue looked at An Yi and seemed a little unhappy, but in the end she didn't say anything and just sat in front of the window bored.

"Mom, I'm hungry!" Suddenly, Xiaodouzi's voice sounded outside, banging on the door.

Anyi quickly stepped forward and opened the door.

Xiaodouzi didn't know where he was going crazy. He broke out in a sweat and pulled An Yi to leave.

An Yi was thinking about Mrs. Chun and whispered: "Xiaodouzi, be good, I have a patient here, how about you let Sister Ge cook for you today?"

Xiaodouzi shook his head: "Daddy wants to eat the food cooked by mother!"

Anyi sighed, turned around, said hello to Zhang Xinyue, and took Xiaodouzi to the kitchen.

Zhang Xinyue looked at the retreating figures of one big and one small, and suddenly felt that she seemed to be thinking too much. Liu Lanhua's child was already so old, how could Lie Yan like such a woman!

On the floor of the kitchen were some chicken, duck, and fish meat, as well as a large wooden plate with live crucian carp.

"Daddy sent someone to send it!" Xiaodouzi said with a smile, "But daddy has already paid the money, mother just needs to do it!"

An Yi was startled and raised his eyes to look at the big sun in the sky. Did the sun come out from the west today? Is this man no longer a freeloader?

An Yi was still thinking about Mrs. Chun's condition, so she put the fish in the pot first. Anyway, Feng Shisan wanted to eat this dish the most, so he asked Ge Lian'er to cook the rest slowly.

But more than half an hour later, the crispy fish was out of the pot, and Mrs. Zhang had not returned yet.

An Yi felt vaguely uneasy.

Anyi hesitated and went to the room.

Feng Qingchen was painting a painting. When he saw An Yi coming in, he blocked the painting with white paper, obviously not wanting An Yi to see it.

"Do you know Lord Sikong Chun in the city?" An Yi asked.

Feng Qingchen slowly raised his eyebrows: "A little sixth-grade Sikong can't stand my eyes!"

An Yi choked for a moment and said helplessly: "I know that the only one who can win the eyes of the Thirteenth Master is King Guangping, the God of War, but at least you should occasionally care about the suffering of the people!"

Feng Qingchen narrowed her eyes slightly, indicating that his patience was limited, "Just tell me if you have anything to say!"

"Today the sixth-grade Sikong's wife is here..." An Yi simply told what happened, and then said, "Mrs. Zhang hasn't returned for a long time. I'm worried that the poisoner has run away, and then Mrs. Chun's family will be in trouble. !”

Feng Qingchen raised his eyes and looked at her: "You want me to catch that woman named Chun Ya'er?"

An Yi nodded: "If she really escapes from the Chun Mansion, just catch her quietly! But you have to be careful about her poison. I just checked the poison on Mrs. Chun's body. It is very complicated and not a kind of poison." ! I don’t know how deep she is, but you are a rich and powerful person, so you won’t die that easily!”

Feng Qingchen felt very relieved after hearing the first few words of concern, but why was the last sentence so harsh?

"Fifty taels of silver!" Feng Qingchen narrowed his eyes.

"What? This trip costs fifty taels? Why don't you go grab it?" An Yi's eyes widened. It's hard to say whether he can make fifty taels from this transaction!

Feng Qingchen was not annoyed and slowly rubbed the ink.

An Yi bit her lip, stepped forward, blinked her eyes, and shouted in a disgusting voice: "Uncle Thirteen, how about I give you a massage at night? My technique is very comfortable, I guarantee you will feel comfortable." die!"

Off-topic: This man seems to have forgotten who killed a small seventh-grade guard before!