Rebirth Eighty Spicy Wife Heads the House

Mei Sufen heard Yu Zhaoyuan's tone was wrong and turned her head to look at him: "What do you mean?"

Yu Zhaoyuan was obviously a little impatient: "What are you doing so much? You just need to cause less trouble for me."

A glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in Mei Sufen's heart. Maybe her daughter was not dead, but because of her guilt, she didn't dare to ask more questions.

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Zhou Jinnan and Yan Bochuan also did not believe that Yu Jing died just like that.

If Yu Jing died like this, Yu Zhaoyuan would definitely take revenge after successful promotion, which would be equivalent to raising a poisonous snake in secret.

If Yu Jing was not dead, Yu Zhaoyuan would have bullied people by hiding the truth.

While Zhou Jinnan was making milk powder for his two sons, he thought about it and was about to go to the funeral home to take a look.

Xu Qing lay down and watched Zhou Jinnan standing at the table to make milk powder, as if he was doing some scientific experiment, very serious and cautious.

She was also very anxious. She had been giving birth to the baby for five days, and there was no milk at all, and there was no swelling feeling. She carried her son over to eat it. The little guy sucked his mouth hard, but nothing came out.

I originally thought that pregnancy in some places would become a granary for children, but now I can’t even reach snacks.

Seeing Zhou Jinnan picking up his younger brother first, and his older brother lay quietly with his eyes open, his little mouth was also instinctively looking for something to eat, and he was a little unhappy: "Are you too partial to your younger brother? Every time

We are feeding my younger brother first, and our older brother is just waiting for it."

Zhou Jinnan had no choice but to: "If I give it to Dabao first, Xiaobao would keep crying, and his voice was hoarse."

Xu Qing snorted: "You really know how to cry and have milk to eat. A child who is too sensible is easily ignored. Take Dabao's bottle and I'll feed him."

Feng Shuhua despised Sasa Yuyou's unpleasantness and kept calling Dabao Xiaobao, leading everyone away. He then called Dabao Xiaobao. It felt very easy to call him.

Zhou Jinnan tried the temperature of the bottle soaked in hot water and handed it to Xu Qing. Xu Qing hugged his brother and lie on his side to feed him milk.

"Where have mom and grandma gone?"

Because Yan Bochuan couldn't stay at home, he went back to the guesthouse. He hadn't come here yet, so it was strange that Feng Shuhua and Ye Nan were not in trouble.

Zhou Jinnan also wondered: "I got up early in the morning and I was in my grandma's house. I don't know what the two of them are doing. By the way, my grandma told me to buy a big wooden barrel in the morning and let me take a bath for you."

When Xu Qing heard that he could take a shower, he became interested: "I went there at that time. I don't know if the store is open during the New Year. I remember that the department store only opened after the tenth day of the first lunar month."

Zhou Jinnan looked at the full little guy, picked him up and patted his breasts gently: "It's okay, I'll go find it."

Both little guys were full and lying beside their mothers sleeping soundly. Ye Nan and Feng Shuhua came over, and they had a faint herbal fragrance on them.

Xu Qing thought he was preparing Chinese medicine for himself to take a bath, so he didn't think much about it.

Zhou Jinnan went to wash the diapers that the children had replaced, and told Ye Nan and Feng Shuhua that he went out.

There are very few shops on the street, but there are many people, and they all ride their bikes and carry New Year's greetings.

Zhou Jinnan was riding a bicycle in the crowd and did not rush to buy wooden barrels, but went straight to the funeral home at the foot of the Xishan Mountain.

The funeral home is full of pine and cypress. Even in winter, it also has the momentum of covering the sky and the sun, which makes the surroundings look a little gloomy.

The timid people don’t dare to come even during the day.

Zhou Jinnan did not park his car at the gate, but instead parked around in an inconspicuous place on the side.

Stuff the car into the weeds next to it and climb over the wall.

The funeral home is an old building in the 1960s. Zhou Jinnan often came to play with his friends in middle school, so he was very familiar with the corners inside.

When I jumped into the yard, I found that I was knee-deep in the snow, leaving many messy footprints.

Obviously someone has sneaked in from here before.

Zhou Jinnan walked towards the morgue with the footprints left behind.

In the entire courtyard, except for the occasional screams of old trunks, half of the person was missing, but there was gloomy and weird everywhere.

The door of the morgue is worn and mottled, and there are holes on it. You can clearly see everything inside by just leaning over.

Zhou Jinnan came over and there were five or six beds in the empty morgue, with only two people lying inside, covered with yellow white sheets.

He reached out and touched the lock on the door, twisted it gently, and turned it on.

Zhou Jinnan stared at the lock that was broken in his hand and was silent for a few seconds, pushed open the door and walked in.

The morgue is particularly cold, the kind of coldness that makes people feel their scalp explode when they come in.

Zhou Jinnan frowned and walked towards the two beds with corpses.

I didn't rush to lift the white cloth, but stood and watched with my hands behind my back, as if I was waiting for something.

Suddenly, Zhou Jinnan reached out and slashed at one of the corpses. The corpse suddenly rose up and counterattacked at Zhou Jinnan.

Zhou Jinnan dodged sideways and quickly fought back.

It turned out that the one lying on the mortal bed was not a corpse, but a thin man with very good skills.

Fortunately, it was Zhou Jinnan, and it was not necessarily possible for him to avoid the dagger in the man's hand if he changed himself.

After a fight, the man saw that he could not beat Zhou Jinnan, so he seized the opportunity and ran over the window.

Zhou Jinnan did not chase after him, but went over and lifted the white cloth on the body of the remaining corpse, and a woman in a red cotton jacket lay calmly.

At first glance, it was Yu Jing himself.

Due to his professional reasons, Zhou Jinnan can lock in all the appearance information of the other party as long as he has seen him, so he is sure that the person in front of him is not Yu Jing!

It's just that he looks seven or eighty-eight-similar to Yu Jing.

I couldn't help but feel chills. In order to protect my daughter and to prevent my future from being affected, Yu Zhaoyuan actually replaced Yu Jing with others!

Wave your hand and build a white cloth and come out of the morgue.

Going over the wall again, riding a bike to find a wooden barrel. I remember that there was an idle wooden barrel in Gao Zhan's house for bathing. I went to Gao Zhan's house and asked Gao Zhan's nanny for a wooden barrel. I looked for a cart to take it back.

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Feng Shuhua directed the matter beside him and asked Zhou Jinnan to set fire to boil a large pot of herbs, mostly herbs that prevent wind, itch, and detoxify.

After cooking it, pouring it into a wooden bucket, Xu Qing instantly felt a spice of stewed meat. After all, many herbs can remove dampness and windproof, and they are also used to stew meat, such as angelica, agastache, borneol, etc.

Xu Qing hesitated: "I went in and soaked for half an hour, and will I just have a braised smell when I came out?"

Ye Nan smiled and combed her hair: "How could it be? The aftertaste is still very good. After adding citrus peel, it has an orange fragrance."

Feng Shuhua also smiled happily beside him: "Yes, so soak well, your mother and I will make some milk medicine for you, and try to make the two little babies eat milk too. By the way, when you soak it later

, let Jinnan suck you well, the child is weak."