I was killed by domestic violence, and I went crazy with barrage

Chapter 28 Return in time
Jiang Wei knocked on the door for a while, but didn't hear any movement, and his heart sank.

Jiang Anning is not at home!

Is it a coincidence, or did you discover something?
Aunt Fang frowned as she heard the man knocking harder and harder: "Muramasa, girl An Ning may have fallen asleep. She is still sick. Let's not disturb her, right?"

The purpose of driving the Zhao family out of the village is not only to help An Ning, but also for the reputation of their village, and for the unmarried men and women in the village, so that they can arrange marriages in the future, right?
Why do you have to come to your door in such a big way to disturb girl An Ning?

An Ning didn't even look at Zhao Hai's hand today. Maybe he was heartbroken and didn't want to see the Zhao family again.

And even if Jiang Wei wants to attract girl An Ning's attention, shouldn't he also pay attention to his methods?

What does it sound like to smash the door with such force?

You know, they are the ones who came to help An Ning, but you don’t know, they thought they were here to collect debts!
"Muramasa..."

Aunt Fang wanted to persuade her a few more words, but Jiang Wei gave her a cold look, and she was frightened to stop her words.

She was still having lingering fears and felt some pain in her calves when suddenly there was movement at the door of Jiang Anning's house, and someone was pulling the door latch inside.

Jiang Wei stared at the door without blinking.

After Jiang Anning bought something and returned to Huafang, she always felt uneasy.

Worried that someone would recognize him the moment he looked at Jiang Wei on the street, he simply settled the matter of the boat in a hurry, hurriedly and slowly, and rented a carriage back before the city gate closed.

As soon as she quietly came in from the backyard, she heard the banging of the door in front of her, which scared her so much that her heart rose to her throat.

Not sure how long the people outside had been banging on the door, Jiang Anning quickly ran back to the house, took off the clothes she wore when she went out today, and hid them in the cupboard.

He picked another wrinkled coat and put it on his body, messed up his hair, rubbed his red eyes, and looked like he was sleepy. He staggered weakly and walked to the front yard to open the door.

"Here, who is it?"

Jiang Anning deliberately softened her voice a bit, sounding very weak and with a bit of a nasal sound as if she had just woken up.

"It's me, Jiang Wei."

Jiang Wei's voice was tight: "Is it convenient for you now? Everyone is here and I want to talk to you about driving the Zhao family out of the village. After all, you are the victim and should have the most say."

Jiang Anning opened the door with great difficulty, revealing a pale face: "Come in and sit down..."

She glanced at the people standing outside the door, as if she was frightened, and then twitched her lips in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, everyone, there don't seem to be that many stools at home."

"It's okay, we don't have to go in."

Aunt Fang, who had just recovered from the fright in Jiang Wei's eyes, said something, stepped forward and held the man's hand, speaking softly and caringly: "How are you? Are you feeling better?"

She complained dissatisfiedly: "If you ask me, I don't have to call you to do this."

Jiang Wei's cold and terrifying look just now scared her to death!
Aunt Fang gathered the clothes that Jiang Anning was wearing: "Are you getting up in a hurry? You don't need to wear more clothes. You are already weak, and it will be terrible if you catch the cold again!"

Her tone slightly pointed at Sang Shuhuai's dissatisfaction.

After saying that, he glared at Jiang Wei.

Jiang Wei turned a blind eye to him, and stepped forward to look at Jiang Anning for a while, his tightly frowning eyebrows not slackening at all: "Have you been at home today?"

Jiang Anning blinked, looked up at the sky, and pretended to be confused: "It seems like I slept all day?"

"Really? I haven't heard anything from you all day." Aunt Fang spoke quickly.

Jiang Anning touched her throat nonchalantly and rubbed her stomach: "No wonder I feel thirsty and hungry."

Jiang Wei was still very skeptical, his eyebrows furrowed, trying to tell something was wrong on Jiang Anning's face. But every expression on this face is spotless.

Jiang Wei: "We all decided unanimously to expel the Zhao family from the village and eliminate them."

As soon as Ms. Zhang from next door heard the noise, she squatted at the corner of her wall and held her breath, placing her ear against the wall to eavesdrop.

When he heard Jiang Wei say that he wanted to drive his family out of the village, he was so frightened that he sat down on the ground and hurriedly ran back to the house: "The head of the house is in trouble."

Zhao Yuanshan went out today to meet several of his former sweethearts, but encountered obstacles one after another. He was upset when he heard Zhang's voice, and became even more irritable: "What are you yelling about? You are the one who is bad! You are a bad luck thing, you are cursing me?"

When Mrs. Zhang saw someone raising her palm, she forgot her fear and said in a panic: "That dead girl next door is planning with the villagers to drive us out of the village..."

Zhao Yuanshan's face suddenly darkened.

He thought that it would be very difficult to resolve this matter, and Jiang Anning didn't know if he had taken the wrong medicine, and suddenly he couldn't take any food.

Just because Zhao Hai was confused and made a small mistake, he insisted on it and refused to listen to the persuasion at all. He was afraid that he had already made up his mind to tear off a layer of flesh and blood from their family.

But I never expected that this bitch would be so anxious, and really wouldn't leave him any room.

Zhao Yuanshan's eyebrows were full of anger, and he really couldn't think of any good ideas.

He glanced at Mrs. Zhang, his eyes growing cruel.

Mrs. Zhang, who was completely unaware, was still muttering in confusion: "What should I do? Master, what should I do..."

"Go and lock the door. No matter how they knock, don't open the door." Zhao Yuanshan made a decision in a deep voice.

Mrs. Zhang was unsure and asked, "Is this possible?"

Even if you can hide for a while, you can't hide at home for the rest of your life, right?
"Just go ahead and I'll have a way to deal with them tomorrow!"

"Really?" Mrs. Zhang seemed to see hope and looked at her man eagerly.

Zhao Yuanshan closed his eyes: "Go."

He and Mr. Zhang have been married for nearly 20 years and have given birth to several children. It would be a lie to say that they have no feelings at all.

But now, he really has no other choice.

"Go!" Zhao Yuanshan said to people again, his tone soft and a little sad.

Mrs. Zhang didn't doubt that he was there, she just thought that her man had a solution, so she quickly went out, added two more bolts to the door, and moved a lot of things to block the door.

After finishing his work, he went back to the house, locked the door in the same way, and moved the wardrobe against the door.

Zhao Yinlian and Zhao Hai hid out early this morning and were not at home at the moment.

Jiang Wei and his party discussed at Jiang Anning's house for a long time.

When we found the Zhao family, there was silence in the Zhao family courtyard, and there were no lights on in the house. It looked like there was no one there.

Aunt Fang stepped forward and knocked on the door for a while, but to no avail. Everyone came in with great vigor, but finally returned in vain. The anger in her stomach instantly became stronger.

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