Farming by blowing the lamp: the little girl of the fool's family

Chapter 542 Mrs. Song's Mad Prelude 1
As the saying goes, when the moon is dark and the wind is high, it is a good time to do things like burning, killing and looting.

Yang Jiayin also wanted to participate in the burning, killing, and looting, but because she was pregnant, she was forcibly sent to the He Mansion by Li Jinyang, and Madam He took good care of her so that she would not be allowed to hang out on the street at night , it is best not to let her out even at the gate of He Mansion.

She looked at Li Jinyang and Zhang Qiang with a resentful face, they walked out of the He Mansion with their shoulders crossed, sitting on the chair sullenly.

Mrs. He found several interesting topics to talk to her, which slowly relieved her depression.

It's not that she made trouble for no reason, she insisted on following up at a time like this, to be a drag.

First of all, because she was pregnant, her temper was uncontrollably arrogant;
Secondly, since she came here, Mrs. Song has tried her best to take her life again and again. If she doesn't see Mrs. Song get the punishment she deserves this time, In her heart, she is really not reconciled...

After Li Jinyang and Zhang Qiang left the He residence, they went to the Zhang family again.

Around midnight, Mrs. Song had already rested.

For some reason, she always felt that something seemed wrong tonight.

After eating, she, who hadn't had a headache for a long time, started to have a headache again for the first time.

The headache was unbearable, and a doctor was invited to have a look, and a silver needle was inserted, but it did not relieve the severe pain.

So, as soon as it was dark, she lay in bed.

But I couldn't fall asleep even after tossing and turning.

It is reasonable to say that it is the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the cold wind is blowing outside, so she should feel very cold, but she is lying on the bed, wearing only a thin underwear at this time, and asked to change into Even with the thin quilt covered in summer, I still feel extremely hot.

I don't know if the hotness comes from her body, or if the room is already very stuffy.

Even with the window open, the cold wind blowing in from outside, and the little maid waiting for her to rest shivered from the cold, she still didn't feel the slightest bit of cold.

"Extinguish the charcoal fire, it's very hot."

After tossing and turning again and feeling sleepless, but her head hurting more and more, Mrs. Song opened her eyes, looked at the burning charcoal fire in the middle of the room, and said to the little maid in a hoarse voice, "Remove the stove, Madam Ben is upset when she sees it!"

"Ma'am, what if you catch a cold if you remove the stove?"

The little maid's teeth were chattering from the cold.

Mrs. Song suddenly sat up from the bed, her hair was disheveled, she glared fiercely at the little maid, and shouted sharply, "If you are told to withdraw, you will withdraw, why are there so many nonsense!"

Seeing that her face was a little pale at this time, her lips were even less bloodless.

A pair of sharp eyes cast a chilling gaze, and her hair was loose like a female ghost who just came out of hell.

The little servant girl shivered with fright, she hurriedly carried the stove tremblingly, and fled as if her hands were hurting from the cold.

Finally, the door was closed.

Only then did Mrs. Song snort coldly, and lay down with her hands tightly pressing her forehead.

It's a moment.

Mrs. Song's headache became more and more serious, and the doctor drank two big bowls of the soup left over, but it didn't work...

She hugged her head, rolling on the bed in pain, moaning and moaning.

In such a cold and windy night, hearing such a voice... If it wasn't for someone who didn't know the truth, it would be really creepy.

(End of this chapter)