47: Chapter 47 Agreent 47: Chapter 47 Agreent “Stop talking nonsense!” Yang Fan said irritably, “What kind of nonsense have you been feeding my sister-in-law now?”
Li Jia gently patted her trembling chest, with a bit of a resentful tone, she scolded, “You just suddenly pop your head out without making a sound, are you trying to scare soone to death?
What nonsense could I possibly be telling your sister-in-law?
We’re just sharing information.”
Yang Fan curled his lips and sat down next to the two, casually pulling a tender cucumber from the vine, wiping it on his clothes before stuffing it into his mouth.
Naturally grown without pollution, it tasted much better than those glossy ones from the supermarket.
“Share so of that information with , too?” Yang Fan crunched on the cucumber as he asked.
Li Jia stealthily rolled her eyes at Yang Fan, but for so reason, her cheeks flushed with a faint pink.
However, it was now dusk, and the dimming sky along with the encroaching darkness cleverly concealed the slight blush and the sowhat unnatural look in Li Jia’s eyes.
“You want to know?” Li Jia asked, lifting her head.
“I’m curious…
just say anything, I hardly know anything about the village,” Yang Fan responded carelessly.
He was just bored, looking to kill so ti.
With his sister-in-law here, his plans to go back with Li Jia to finish the morning’s unfinished howork seemingly had no chance of happening.
“Shen Lin is gathering people in the village to find him a wife, offering one thousand yuan to whoever finds one, are you in?” Li Jia said with a smile.
“I’m not interested,” Yang Fan said nonchalantly, feeling slightly surprised, “His business has nothing to do with .”
It seed that Shen Lin, that old bastard, finally rembered that he had a wife missing.
He made a big fuss about it, acting like a man crazed by love for his wife, yet here he was, still drinking in Yang Fan’s house, thinking about taking advantage of Zhou Wenhu.
Where was the slightest sign that he was a man who had lost his wife?
Yang Fan felt his previous suspicion was likely true.
Shen Lin, that unscrupulous old crook, might be plotting sothing again.
Only this ti, it would be about who acted faster.
“You left Little Mother alone at ho?” Ye Tong suddenly asked with alarm.
Yang Fan was taken aback for a mont, “That…
I forgot, I really can’t stand the sight of Shen Lin’s disgusting old face, so I left.”
Ye Tong got up in a hurry, “You two keep talking, I’ll go take a look.
If anything happens, I’ll call out for you loudly.”
“Alright,” Yang Fan nodded, feeling a bit uneasy in his heart.
Today he really hadn’t thought about this.
Although he knew that with Little Mother’s abilities, it was unlikely that just anyone could take advantage of her,
but with a man and a woman alone in the house, he was still worried that there might be an accident.
Ye Tong left in a rush, and Yang Fan pricked up his ears to listen to the noises coming from his own courtyard.
However, even though Ye Tong had been inside for quite a while, there was still no noise coming from the yard.
Ye Tong’s lack of screams was a good thing, but the problem was the complete absence of any sound.
As Yang Fan thought back and forth, a strong sense of unease suddenly intensified in his heart.
He quickly took out the three thousand yuan he had promised to Li Jia, stuffed it into her hands, and said, “Take this money for now, I need to go ho and check things out, it’s too quiet for comfort.”
Li Jia, sowhat embarrassed, took the money and hesitated before saying, “Fanzi, rember to call if you need anything.
Also, are you coming back out later?”
“Why?” asked Yang Fan, puzzled.
“Otherwise, I’ll just wait here for you.
Old Fu said he might not co ho for the next few days, and I was thinking…
you know, about that thing, we should get it done sooner, right?
I’ve taken the money, and if we don’t do what’s been promised, I’ll feel uneasy.” Li Jia spoke softly, clutching the bright red stack of cash very tightly in her hands.
Yang Fan’s eyes lit up, and he nodded gently, “Then I’ll co out later, or I’ll go directly to your place.”
“…Okay, I’ll wait for you,” said Li Jia, blushing and whispering in response.
Having agreed on what to do later, Yang Fan quickly dashed back ho.
The house was indeed very quiet, so quiet that it bordered on mysterious, without a hint of sound.
Yang Fan hurriedly rushed into the second courtyard, and a foul stench mixed with the sll of food suddenly assaulted his nostrils.
The two scents together were incredibly strange, enough to instantly strip away anyone’s appetite.
Little Mother and his sister-in-law stood quietly in the flagstone-paved courtyard, one holding a broom, the other a trash can, looking at Shen Lin who lay collapsed on the dining table, continuously vomiting, with the sound of bubbling farts persistently coming from behind him.
“Little Mother, what did you do?” Yang Fan, covering his nose, stepped aside and asked in shock.
“I didn’t do much, just gave him that 70-plus degree ‘Knockout Donkey’ liquor, and I even mixed so alcohol in it.
I also put so laxatives in his snacks.
This…
I didn’t expect such a violent reaction, what should we do now?” Zhou Wenhu said with a mournful expression.
The two won were at a loss due to the scene created by Shen Lin, unsure what to do next.
Yang Fan looked at Shen Lin, who was barely human-shaped, and gave Zhou Wenhu a thumbs up, “Little Mother, we could use such tactics more often, well done.
But we’d better not do this at our place again, and don’t add alcohol, it’s too risky, could kill soone.”
“Just co up with a solution, stop making fun of !” Zhou Wenhu rolled her eyes, shouting in irritation.
“What can we do?
Get his family to pick him up.
I can’t handle this ss of puking and diarrhea,” said Yang Fan, waving his hands dismissively.
Shen Lin’s condition at the mont could only be described as miserable.
His upper body was nearly drowned in what he had vomited, and below, the ghastly green substance was running down his pant legs, a stench filling the air, making it impossible for anyone to get close.
“Then make the call quickly, we overdid it a bit.
It would have been better if he had turned into this state after getting ho.
Look at this ss, it’s everywhere,” Zhou Wenhu said, sowhat guilt-ridden.
Yang Fan almost burst into laughter at her ability to cause such misfortune; Little Mother indeed had so tricks up her sleeve.
He took out his phone and called Shen Lin’s nephew, Shen Chaoshan.
This young man was Shen Lin’s number one supporter, always running errands for him, and even at ho, he’d have his hefty wife wait on Shen Lin hand and foot.
There were also so rumors, but Yang Fan didn’t know what was true.
But in any case, this young man was even more devoted to Shen Lin than Shen Lin’s own son.
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