typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

Chapter 2 The sour girl

Pregnant.

When the old Chinese medicine doctor cupped his fists to congratulate the couple, Old Xu wanted to spit on his face, especially the funny smile on the old guy's face, as if he was laughing at himself.

But he did nothing. He turned around and left the drug store with his wife, taking three pairs of miscarriage pills with him.

"Then how did the old Chinese doctor know it was a boy?" Wen Wan and Xu Ruifeng asked while strolling on the street.

Xu Ruifeng replied thoughtfully: "I am a doctor."

But what I'm thinking about is, don't ask about guns, cyanide, and potassium now. If the question goes wrong, what will happen to the child in this woman's belly?

Xu Ruifeng did not lie about what was passed down to the fourth generation of the old Xu family. He asked Zhang Zuolin to send troops to exterminate his own hair. This is what his father told him before he died. The reason why Xu Ruifeng became the number one killer in Northern Manchuria was because he wanted to kill Zhang Zuolin to take revenge.

.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Nizi took action before him, and the emperor's aunt blew up Zhang Zuolin to death. From then on, Xu Ruifeng was soulless. He felt that there was no meaning in living in this world, so he never returned.

Accept any transaction.

This also resulted in a child...

"Lao Xu, let's go to Madiel. I want to eat popsicles."

For the poor, Madiel is synonymous with popsicles. They cannot afford to go to such an expensive hotel, and even eating a popsicle feels luxurious.

"become."

But for Xu Ruifeng, it was nothing to worry about. There were still six gold bars hidden in the chicken coop at home, not to mention that this woman was still pregnant with her own child.

"I want to eat red fruit, sour and spicy girl."

Wen Wan smiled happily. Not only did she go to Madier along the way, but she also visited all the clothing stores she passed.

However, she didn't buy a single piece of clothing. After she came back, she went to the tailor shop in front of her home and told the tailor exactly what styles of more than a dozen clothes she had chosen. Finally, she picked two or three that she could do.

If I didn't understand something, I also needed a fountain pen and paper, and I could draw it out in a few clicks.

Xu Ruifeng was dumbfounded. He didn't have this ability. This was a photographic memory.

Bored, Xu Ruifeng was waiting for his wife in front of the tailor shop. The moment he looked up, he saw a man in a suit holding a pen and writing down something on the corner of the street...

The sixth time.

Xu Ruifeng has seen this boy six times since he left home. He has been following him and Wen Wan, and sometimes he even trots when the distance is far away.

Who is this?

For yourself?

If someone really attacked me on the green forest road in Beiman, what they would pull out would be a gun, not a notebook and pen.

Stepping on a plate and taking notes is not the style of a person in the world.

Is it official?

Xu Ruifeng turned back and glanced at Wen Wan. If it was official, wouldn't the person being stared at be her instead of him?

"Let's go."

Wen Wan jumped out of the tailor shop, but Xu Ruifeng quickly stopped her: "Ancestor, please don't jump, child, child!"

As if she had finally gained the upper hand, Wen Wan lowered her voice and said, "If you have the guts, you can torment me again tonight."

After saying this, she felt ashamed and blushed.

Xu Ruifeng pretended to be serious, straightened his waist, straightened his neck and looked around: "Hmm." He pretended to cough and cleared his throat.

puff.

The one with a gentle smile grabbed his arm and said, "Go home."

Xu Ruifeng followed her. In fact, for the number one killer in Beiman on the rivers and lakes, the best choice is to disappear in the face of so many unstable factors. If he wants to leave, let alone Beiman Green Forest, even the little devils will look for him.

Less than.

But can Xu Ruifeng still be able to leave now?

The fourth generation of the old Xu family is passed down in Wen Wan's belly!

Looking at Wen Wan's back while eating popsicles and strolling around, Lao Xu asked in his heart: "Who are you?"

With questions in mind, Xu Ruifeng took advantage of the turn and glanced behind him: "Will he know?"

This him, of course, refers to the stalker.



呲.

Wen Wan was busy in the kitchen as the vegetables were stir-fried.

Xu Ruifeng was squatting at the door of his house, with his back to the alley, using a pair of scissors to trim dead leaves from the flowers in the flowerpot at the door.

At this moment, he had taken off his long shirt and wore an undershirt with his front shirt unbuttoned. He was sweating from the heat on his forehead.

In this midsummer, even dusk is not relaxing for a while.

After trimming, Xu Ruifeng stood up and straightened his back. Out of the corner of his eye, the boy who was peeking at the alley withdrew his head for fear of being discovered. None of this escaped his sharp eyes.

"It's time to eat."

Xu Ruifeng heard Wen Wan's shouting and walked into the house with scissors, complaining: "I told you not to raise those flowers, but if you raise them and don't care, they are all like children without a mother."

Wen Wan was more sharp-tongued and immediately criticized: "That's because I know there is a man with obsessive-compulsive disorder who will definitely take care of it."

"Hey……"

Xu Ruifeng took a breath and stood there, as gentle as coaxing a child: "It's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong."

He, there is nothing he can do to this woman.

"Sit down and eat quickly."

Xu Ruifeng sat on a chair and looked at the two plates of vegetables on the table: "Why is there no meat at all?"

"Recently, I can't smell the smell of meat and I'm vomiting. Just make do with it for two days, until the bad mood passes."

"Does the family have no money?"

Wen Wan said to Xu Ruifeng with a stern expression as if her tail had been stepped on: "You are not allowed to walk on the stack even if you have money or not!"

Xu Ruifeng picked up the bowl and said while eating: "Then I am just a walking caravan. Is it okay if I am not allowed to go out?"

"What do you know?" Wen Wan explained: "Didn't you read the newspaper?"

"I can't read. If you have something to say, just say it."

Wen Wan sat at the dining table, picked up her chopsticks and pointed outside the house: "What are the little devils doing now? A few days ago, they discovered a mine in the countryside. As a result, the local villagers refused to allow digging, saying that they were the ones in the mine.

ancestral graves.”

"Then what?" Xu Ruifeng asked.

"Two hundred and thirty people in the village were tortured to death."

Xu Ruifeng had heard a lot of similar things, mostly from old Chinese medicine practitioners. The two of them just sat in the Huichun Hall chatting about recent events, as if they were listening to other people's stories.

"What does it have to do with me?"

"What if you go out for a walk and meet a kid? Now there are wars everywhere, and you are captured as a young man? Where did the gun fire, and you got shot?"

Xu Ruifeng was stunned: "Why are you doing this? Before we got married, did the matchmaker tell you that I am a caravan? I can't walk in a caravan..." He tapped his rice bowl with his chopsticks, and it made a 'dang, dang' sound.

Said: "Can you eat white rice on this day?"

The caravan is Xu Ruifeng's cover for his identity as the number one killer in Northern Manchuria, and it is also another industry of the old Chinese medicine practitioner.

"People have to be reasonable and eat rice, do you understand?"

Wen Wan shook her head: "I don't understand."

Snapped.

She put down the bowl and said, "Let me tell you, Xu, I can eat steamed buns every day, but I can't let my son be born without a father."

"I think you dare to take one!"

Women in the Northeast are all tigers. When they are happy, they can be gentle with you. If they are unhappy, the world does not distinguish between men and women. It doesn’t matter if you have a big head. If you don’t accept it, just do it!


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next