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Hee Feng was completely confused by this.

He just stood there, not saying a word, like a piece of wood.

Yang Jiao just lied there like that with her slim waist in her arms.

Control her body not to drop.

After a long while, the door was pushed open.

Hee Feng and Yang Jiao were startled and immediately let go of each other, but it was already too late.

Old Man Liu looked at the scene before him in surprise.

However, he did not reveal anything. He just quietly closed the door, pretending that he did not know anything.

Yang Jiao had looked after him for many years, and he had advised this daughter-in-law to remarry many times, but Yang Jiao didn't agree to it no matter what.

Now, what he saw was the scene of Yang Jiao and Hee Feng.

At first, he was a little shocked, but soon after, he understood.

The hot-blooded youngsters and beautiful, flower-like widows gathered together were not the least bit rare.

There was even a trace of happiness in Old Man Liu's heart.

He had always thought that the reason Yang Jiao didn't want to remarry was because of him, an elder who was lying in bed.

Yang Jiao's face was flushed red, seeing her father-in-law leave, she knew in her heart that her father-in-law had misunderstood.

He hastily prepared to rush out to explain.

But at that moment a pair of powerful arms took him in their arms.

"Aunt, don't …" Hee Feng said as if by some miracle.

"No, Hee Feng, let me go, let me go." Yang Jiao said.

But at this time, Hee Feng moved his face closer to Yang Jiang's.

Their breaths landed on each other's faces.

Hee Feng was dazed for a moment.

Yang Jiao also felt a suffocating pleasure.

At this time, Hee Feng looked at that pair of tender and red lips, and involuntarily moved closer to kiss.

He couldn't let go for a long time.

"..."

More than ten minutes later, Hee Feng sorrowfully left.

Just when the two of them were starting to take off their clothes to do business.

However, Yang Jiao resisted until the death. Therefore, Hee Feng, who had originally wanted to settle this matter in half a month's time, could only leave dejectedly.

After returning home, Chen Guixiang had been waiting for a long time. The dinner on the table was a little cold.

He then asked curiously, "Feng'er, why have you been gone for so long?"

Hee Feng did not say anything, he only picked up the bowl and started eating his dinner.

Days passed.

Hee Feng's training stopped as well.

The events of that day lingered in his mind.

In the dream, he had already done what he had to do next, but in reality, he had done nothing at all.

A sliver of ignorance, a little curiosity, converged into that sliver of love.

Demonheart had begun to gather once more.

These few days, Hee Feng did not go to Yang Jiao's home, nor did he go to Hee Feng's house.

Occasionally, the two would meet on the road. They would only look at each other for a moment before walking past each other.

It was as if this had never happened.

However, memories would not lie. Hee Feng clearly remembered everything that happened that day.

The Liu Family old man was anxious, he didn't know why he found a wife for himself, but Hee Feng was such a good young lad, you should just follow him, you can't possibly just be a widow for the rest of your life, right?

Thinking about it, he kept walking towards Hee Feng's house.

He tried to think of what he should say to Hee Feng, but he couldn't find the right words to say.

Thus, he wandered around there.

On the other hand, Liu San this fellow, had already noticed the problem and also saddled his uncle with a horse. He brought tea and water, hoping that this matter would be brought to an end as soon as possible.

For a moment, the people from the village thought that Liu San's personality had changed.

One afternoon.

After receiving a phone call.

Hee Feng immediately got up, and started talking to old branch secretary.

"The money has been paid for repairing the road." Hee Feng said straightforwardly.

"Good, good, good." Hearing Hee Feng say that he had paid for the road construction, old branch secretary was so excited that he said "good" three times.

A dozen minutes later, without the knowledge of the village chief or the Deadbeat Hee, a loudspeaker sounded from the village.

"Inform all villagers that they are to gather at the village committee meeting and meet at the village committee meeting."

The sound echoed several times.

The villagers did not know what had happened, but since they had nothing to do, they started rushing to the village committee in groups of three or five.

When the village chief and Deadbeat Hee heard the sound of a horn, they hurriedly climbed up from a loose widow's body.

"Village Chief, how did it end so quickly?" The widow asked curiously. He had seen that before this Deadbeat Hee came, he had taken two pills.

Could he have bought a fake medicine?

"No, I have to go take a look." The Deadbeat Hee said.

"How come I, as the village head, don't know about this meeting? "F * ck, could it be that someone is trying to steal my power?" Deadbeat Hee scolded as he wore clothes.

Seeing this, the widow also dressed. He was also a villager, so he had to go to the meeting.

The meeting took place on a village council.

It was the most magnificent building in the mountain.

It was much more imposing than the primary school next door. The two-story concrete building was in stark contrast to the dilapidated tile house of the elementary school.

Without guessing, this was the work of the Deadbeat Hee.

When the old branch secretary was in service, the best buildings in the village were the elementary school. When the Deadbeat Hee became the village chief, the most imposing buildings in the village became his house and the village committee.

The villagers all came with small stools.

The old branch secretary was busy making preparations.

Several young men were ordered by him to bring out the microphone sound.

Needless to say, all these high-tech stuff were made by the Deadbeat Hee.

There were more than three hundred villagers, but not many were young. Most of them were old or weak.

Most of the able-bodied men in the village went out to work, and only a few remained in the village.

Those who did, were Cheng Dabao, a free and leisure youth like Liu San.

When the meeting began.

old branch secretary patted the microphone in front of him.

A series of thumping sounds came from the stereo.

It startled him.

This thing was very scary.

"Everyone, listen to me. Quiet. Quiet." old branch secretary shouted.

The buzzing crowd below stopped. They looked up at their old branch secretary and thought to themselves, why have they gathered all of us here?

Just as old branch secretary was about to announce.

The Deadbeat Hee arrived late.

Upon entering the venue.

He shouted, "Which bastard called a meeting? Did you get the approval of the village chief? Do you still have your father in your eyes? Do you believe that your father will drag him into the Public Security Bureau? "

Deadbeat Hee shouted at the top of his lungs.

The surrounding villagers all dared not to say anything.

He didn't even dare to stare at him.

Several of his henchmen from the village committee saw their boss.

They all ran up to old branch secretary and threw down, then went up to him and whispered in his ear.

Seeing this Deadbeat Hee's actions, old branch secretary became furious. He never thought that this Deadbeat Hee who showed extreme respect and obedience in front of him was this kind of person.

Thinking about it, the old branch secretary coughed.

Obviously, he was angry.