My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

"I am back."

"Come back? The hot water is ready."

An Jing felt a little strange. In the past, Zhao Qingmei always greeted him warmly when he returned from a doctor's visit, but today he just replied lightly.

"Ma'am, I'm back."

An Jing smiled and walked to Zhao Qingmei, "It's really hard to sew clothes so late."

"This shirt is torn. It's better to get a new one."

"Why does the lady still need to sew?"

"The weather is about to get cold, and many people on Qi'er Street in the south of the city can't get dressed."

"I see."

An Jing nodded, and found that something was wrong with Zhao Qingmei.

"Madam, what's wrong with you? Is there anything unhappy about it?"

Zhao Qingmei put down her clothes, raised her head and smiled and said, "No, husband, let's take a shower. The smell of rouge is too strong."

Although she was still smiling, it made people feel a little distressed. .

An Jing laughed guiltily, and suddenly cried out in confusion, he actually forgot about this.

"Mrs..."

"Go."

Zhao Qingmei continued to bow her head, and then sewed up her clothes with the lights on.

After An Jing finished taking a shower, Zhao Qingmei was already lying on the bed with her eyes closed, as if she had already fallen asleep.

An Jing carefully lay down beside him, for fear of waking her up.

Soon, the sound of even breathing gradually sounded.

Zhao Qingmei opened her eyes slightly and looked at the man lying in front of her.

........

Even though An Jing was stunned, he felt that his wife was angry at this time.

Although she was still cooking medicinal porridge and drying medicinal herbs as always, she still spoke to An Jing with a bit of tenderness in her words.

This made An Jing quite distressed.

It is estimated that he was discovered by his wife when he went to the painting boat. How should I explain it?

Are you saying that you didn't steal it?

Would you believe it?

An Jing leaned against the door and kept stroking the little black boy with his palms.

"Tanyun, what are you doing, Madam?"

"I went to the south of the city to donate clothes early in the morning."

"Tanyun, where did I put the tuckahoe?"

"Uncle, what are you doing with Fuling?"

"It's okay, just ask."

"Tan Yun......"

"What's up?"

"fine."

"Your lady is angry, what does it look like?"

"No....I don't know."

Tan Yun seemed to have thought of something, and his body trembled.

As time passed, people came to pick up the medicine from time to time, but An Jing was also busy.

In the blink of an eye, it was noon.

"After you go back, remember not to eat spicy food again. The diet should be light. The medicine should be boiled for an hour, once in the morning and once in the evening. After ten days, you can come and let me see it." An Jing packed the herbs in the kraft paper. Instructed:

"Thank you, Doctor Xiao An."

The woman took the herbal medicine and repeatedly thanked her before leaving slowly.

"It's raining, why hasn't Madam come back yet?"

An Jing walked to the door and frowned.

At this time, the drizzle was like silk, dripping on the ground, and the Yuzhou River was hazy.

Zhao Qingmei went out early in the morning, it has been almost two hours, she has not been out alone for such a long time and has not come back.

"I am not sure as well."

Tan Yun also stuck out his little head and glanced outside the house.

"You look at the pharmacy, I'll go out and look for it."

An Jing's heart sank, and he picked up the oil-paper umbrella on the shelf and walked outside.

"Where are you going?"

At this moment, Zhao Qingmei, carrying a vegetable basket, walked in from a distance.

An Jing saw Zhao Qingmei and said, "I see you haven't come back for more than two hours..."

"Husband, don't worry."

Zhao Qingmei covered her mouth and chuckled, "You're still afraid that something will happen to me, I'll be fine."

"Of course I'm afraid."

"Miss, you are back."

Tan Yun quickly stepped forward to take the vegetable basket, then saw the white paper in Zhao Qingmei's hand, and asked, "What are you holding in your hand?"

"It was distributed on the notice board. It seems that the masters of the Cao Gang are going to challenge the mysterious swordsman."

Zhao Qingmei picked up the white paper and handed it to Tan Yun, and said with a smile, "I thought the painting was very interesting, so I took it back."

"Miss, show me."

Tan Yun took the blank paper, and then burst into laughter, "The Cao Gang actually used this method to challenge that peerless swordsman."

"Yes, it's very interesting."

"I don't think anyone will say that this swordsman is a peerless swordsman in the future. He should be called a pig-headed swordsman."

"Hahahahaha."

.........

"Anything, I'll take a look too."

An Jing looked at the two of them talking and laughing, and pointed his head.

"Tanyun, you and I go to cook."

When Zhao Qingmei saw An Jing approaching, she handed the paper slip in her hand to An Jing, and walked towards the kitchen.

"Yes."

Tan Yun stuck out his tongue at An Jing and followed.

An Jing picked up the white paper on the table and took a look.

It turned out that the people from the Cao Gang wanted to challenge themselves, searching for their whereabouts everywhere, and their words were mean and somewhat provocative.

Thinking that these paper slips have been spread all over Yuzhou City, their purpose is to force themselves to appear.

"Too low-level."

An Jing looked at the blank paper in his hand and shook his head. This kind of aggressive method can only be used against some fledgling boys.

Saying that, he crumpled the paper sheet in his hand and threw it into the trash.

"Xiao Nan wears clothes (Doctor Xiao An)..."

At this moment, a man wrapped in a stern body sneaked in. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

An Jing looked at the man and asked suspiciously, "Are you...?"

"I... I'm Zhou Xianming."

The man took off the hat that was wrapped around him, and there was a hint of crying in his voice.

Looking at Zhou Xianming in front of him, An Jing was stunned.

I saw that his nose was blue and his face was swollen, his face was like a pig's head, as if he had been replaced by another person. Even if An Jing recognized Zhou Xianming, he still couldn't recognize who he was from the outline, which showed the seriousness of the injury.

"You... what's wrong with you?" An Jing swallowed.

"I...I don't know. When I came out early in the morning, I was trapped in a sack, and then the fist greeted my head like a storm, knocking me out. This is what I look like when I wake up."

Zhou Xianming said with tears in his eyes, "Doctor Xiao An, it hurts me so much... woo woo..."

Zhou Xianming didn't need to say it, An Jing knew when he looked at him like this that the fight would definitely hurt.

Who is so maddened! ?

It seemed that he had a lot of grudges with Zhou Xianming.

"Doctor Xiao An, you said that I've provoked someone recently... Why does God treat me so unfairly."

The more Zhou Xianming said, the more sour his heart became, and the more he cried when he thought of the recent unhappy life.

"do not Cry."

An Jing patted Zhou Xianming on the shoulder and sighed helplessly.

Logically speaking, who would have a hard time with a poor scholar like him?

It must be that this old boy has provoked someone. Could it be related to the people in the rivers and lakes last night?

"Who is it!?"

When Zhao Qingmei heard the cry, she walked out of the backyard.