Wei Zhenzhen hurried back home.
When I encountered a few acquaintances teasing me on the road, I didn't bow my head and say nothing like usual. Instead, I had the courage to curse a few times.
Seeing the expression of enjoyment on the other person's face, Wei Zhenzhen felt a little uncomfortable.
That kind of look makes you want to see yourself naked and wipe yourself clean.
There is unspeakable greed and evil.
Just like Lao Feng at home.
Thinking of Lao Feng.
Wei Zhenzhen felt pain all over her body again, it was the feeling of being hit by a whip dipped in water.
'Perhaps, only Uncle Yang would not look at people like this, nor would he hit people for no reason. '
Thinking of Yang Lin, she accelerated her steps a little faster.
Before going out, she remembered that the other party had told her to go and get back quickly when buying medicine, and not to cause any complications.
After taking the tonic and the injury improved, I had nothing to fear.
Wei Zhenzhen believed this.
He believed that Uncle Yang was a man of great ability. He was currently injured, so he stayed in Feng's bun shop.
Otherwise, how could such a small place accommodate a true Buddha like the other party?
It's impossible for the other party to like my arrogant appearance.
"I have to be a useful person."
Thinking of this, Wei Zhenzhen's face flushed a little, and she felt a little worried.
From childhood to adulthood, her survival wisdom told herself that no matter what the circumstances, striving to be a useful person to others is the only way to protect yourself.
This has been the case at Fengjia Baozi Shop these years.
The reason why she was not beaten to death, or had her legs broken, was just because she was very useful when steaming steamed buns. She could make money for the family and attract business better.
As long as this ability is preserved, there is no need to worry about not being able to survive.
So, what does Uncle Yang need to do by himself?
Wei Zhenzhen frowned.
She found that the other person didn't need anything. He looked at her with clear and peaceful eyes, and there was also an inexplicable light intimacy. This feeling was very intoxicating.
Thinking of this, Wei Zhenzhen's feet became lighter and lighter.
She believed that the other party would not abandon her.
This man, no matter how humble he is, still has all kinds of dreams.
…
"Uncle Yang, I'm back."
Wei Zhenzhen stepped into the bun shop, not caring about wiping the glistening sweat on her forehead and the tip of her nose, and excitedly shook the bamboo basket in her hand, which was full of medicine packets.
"This time, Qingcaotang did not skimp and even bought a ginseng stick."
"Thank you for your hard work." Yang Lin said with a smile, "I'll just ask Miss Zhenzhen to cook the medicinal soup. Don't worry that I can't take it. The stronger the medicine, the better."
"now?"
Wei Zhenzhen was a little stunned when she thought that Yang Lin had just eaten more than ten meat buns.
What a pot-bellied man.
She secretly took a look at Yang Lin's belly and found that it was not bulging at all, and she felt relieved again.
I heard that people who practice martial arts eat a lot, but Uncle Yang is stronger and eats more.
Thinking of this, I fetched water, washed the medicinal materials, lit the stove, and prepared to boil the medicine.
Yang Lin looked at Wei Zhenzhen busy and felt slightly anxious, but he did not rush her.
He just lay down by the door curtain, quietly circulating his Qi while observing what was going on outside the house.
Observing objects with the celestial eye, one can reflect the surrounding environment and feel malicious hostility, murderous intent.
At this time, he felt a malicious intention.
A man as tall and thin as a bamboo pole walked in quietly, looking around with a look of surprise in his eyes.
He seemed to hear something.
He was hesitating whether to go back and report to his helmsman, or to come in and catch the man who looked like an uncle lying on the bamboo chair.
Before he could think about it, he heard a sharp roar in his ears, and the Tanzhong point on his chest shook, and he fell down like a log with a clang.
"Bang..."
It fell in front of the house, splashing dust all over the ground.
"What happened?"
Wei Zhenzhen heard the noise and stuck her head out to ask.
Because she was too hasty to light the fire, her face was covered with dark firewood ash, which made her pretty face look even more gorgeous.
Especially the watery light in the eyes (smoked) makes people unable to take their eyes away.
Yang Lin smiled and said, "It's okay, it's just a little mouse."
"oh."
Wei Zhenzhen pursed her lips and smiled, then stopped caring and focused on lighting the fire.
Although she didn't know why Uncle Yang asked to simmer the medicine in a pot and put in so many medicinal materials just to make a potion of medicine, but since he was sure that nothing would happen if he took it, she would listen to him. .
Wei Zhenzhen has always been an obedient person.
I won't ask any more questions.
Time passed quietly, and the steamed stuffed bun shop no longer had the usual aroma of noodles and meat, but the aroma of medicine, with a hint of bitterness, lingered on the nose.
The water in the pot was almost dry. Wei Zhenzhen kept staring at it to see that it was almost done, then she raised her head to ask if the medicine was ready.
Before she could say anything, she saw three people coming out of the street through the door. The leader was tall and held a broad-backed sword with a ghost head in his hand.
"It's Feng He."
Wei Zhenzhen's heart skipped a beat and immediately jumped into her throat.
There were so many things that happened on this day, and Uncle Yang's magnanimity was so astonishing that it made people feel at ease, making Wei Zhenzhen completely unable to think of any dangers outside.
She didn't even remember that Old Feng actually had a powerful brother who had some status in the Zhuhua Gang.
This man who kept calling his sister-in-law looked into his eyes and found it very unbearable.
The greed and fire coming from the depths of his eyes made people feel a little uncomfortable.
Wei Zhenzhen never wanted to think about it.
However, if you don’t think about it, it doesn’t necessarily exist.
If he were to know that his eldest brother had died violently, he would definitely kill him with a knife.
Seeing Feng He, Wei Zhenzhen was so panicked that she ran to the door without thinking, looking nervously, trying to find some excuse to fool him into leaving.
At this moment, she completely forgot about Yang Lin's strength.
"you know?"
Yang Lin looked in surprise as Wei Zhenzhen stood in front of him like a hen guarding her chicks.
It was a bit dumbfounding.
You haven't learned martial arts yet, but you are so aggressive and holding a knife, your feet are steady, you have big arms and a round waist, you are obviously a martial arts master, how can you fight with someone?
"It's Feng He, that is... he is Lao Feng's brother."
Wei Zhenzhen looked pale and whispered.
"It turns out it's him. He only brought two people with him... It's okay. The medicine should be gone soon. You can go pack it up. You don't have to worry about it here."
Yang Lin said softly.
He could see that Wei Zhenzhen was a little frightened, and she had obviously made up some terrible plot in her mind.
After all, she is an ordinary woman who has not experienced any storms.
I can't bear to see the exciting scene of holding a knife and a gun.
"You are such an unruly woman, you actually stole a wild man at home. Where is my brother? Was he harmed by you?"
Feng He walked closer, his leopard eyes rolled slightly, and he saw Wei Zhenzhen and Yang Lin. At the same time, he felt the unspeakable emotions between the two.
Thinking of his brother, his eyes turned red.
With the knife in hand, he will kill immediately when asked.
