Zhao Feng shrank his neck and picked up the fire stick to light the fire silently. Zhao Yongjun was a big man and could be beaten and scolded at will. He begged for mercy with a straight face: "Sister, we really know we were wrong." Outside, his three brothers also had similar expressions on their faces.

Sanshen.

Zhao Ke hammered him several more times, then glared at the three people outside, "Go back and reflect on yourself, and admit your mistakes to me." The four brothers looked at each other, and left Zhao Ke's house with slumped heads.

Yu Xiulan just came in and scolded them: "That's right! Pretending to be confused while pretending to understand, and waiting for Shuan Zhu'er to leave, how can a big thing turn into a trivial matter?"

#34;

Zhao Feng and the others can still stay in the village for two days. As long as they are not stupid, they should know what to do to resolve this matter.

Even if they still can't wipe their faces, someone will remind them. Zhao Ke will come tomorrow.

In the evening, Chen San'er suddenly ran over and knocked on Zhao Ke's door, "Director Zhao, Fu Zhiqing is sick!" Zhao Ke and Zhao Feng put on their clothes and followed them to the next door.

Fu Hang was lying on the kang with his eyes closed tightly and his face flushed.

Zhao Ke put his hand on his forehead.

Very hot.

"Maybe I caught a cold during the day." Zhao Ke said and took back his hand, but failed.

Fu Hang grabbed her hand, squeezed it tightly, and put it on his forehead to relieve the fever. He also muttered "cool". Zhao Ke: "..."

If your hands and feet are cold, you are feeling a little weak, and they are not meant to be used as ice packs for you.
Chapter completed!