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Chapter 71 If you have breasts, you are a mother

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    Feng Qingchen was lying on the bed in the woodshed, with her back to An Yi coldly. There were a futon and a fallen stool on the ground.

    "Thirteenth Master, are you hungry? We have guests at home. It's too late to serve you food!" An Yi stepped forward with a smile and put the food on the table nearby. "This is a big dinner, let's follow suit."  Mr. Lu, please improve the food."

    Feng Qingchen, who had her back to An Yi, did not move. She slowly opened her eyes. There was displeasure and impatience in her clear eyes, and she said, "You are really a mother if you have breasts, and you can fall out quickly!"

    An Yi didn't mention it in one breath and almost choked to death on his words, but thinking about how the medicine book was sold for a good price thanks to him, he breathed a sigh of relief and told himself not to care about it and just keep smiling with him as usual.  Said: "I am doing this to survive, otherwise where would I get all this food?"

    Feng Qingchen quickly turned around, her green lotus-colored clothes drew a beautiful arc of light in mid-air, her jade-like face flashed dazzlingly in the sun, she stepped on the straw mat, her arms hung lightly on her knees,  The young man with clear muscles and jade bones stared at An Yi coldly. He was as beautiful as a woman, but as cold as ice.

    Feng Qingchen suddenly turned around, startling An Yi. She ignored Feng Qingchen's unkind expression and said happily: "It seems that you have almost recovered from your injury. You will be able to leave in a few days. Congratulations!"

    Feng Qingchen¡¯s lips moved slowly and she couldn¡¯t help but sneer: ¡°Are you going to drive people away now?¡±

    After all, we have a new backer!  Feng Qingchen glanced coldly in the direction of the hut.

    An Yi was startled, thinking that Feng Qingchen was still arguing about eating, so he explained again: "I made meatloaf for you in the morning, but unfortunately it was destroyed. I made a big meal for you at noon, please try it!"

    Anyi handed over the chopsticks.

    Feng Qingchen took the chopsticks, lowered his eyes, his handsome face still filled with ice, and ate a piece of sweet and sour pork.

    "I'm so tired!" Feng Qingchen whispered.

    Anyi quickly mixed the shredded radish on the ground.

    "Too spicy!" Feng Qingchen said again.

    "Here, this is a first-class pot. It tastes very good, especially the soup. Take a sip!" Anyi brought him a bowl of soup.

    "Hot!" Feng Qingchen avoided her face.

    An Yi looked at it and frowned in displeasure: "Why are you so picky at a young age? Although you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, aren't you in trouble now?"

    Feng Qingchen raised his eyes and looked at her: "Young age?"

    "Your face looks like you are seventeen or eighteen years old. Aren't you young?" An Yi glared at him.

    A few days ago, this man's face turned blue, and he couldn't tell his age. In the past few days, his complexion has returned to normal. Coupled with his charming facial features, he looks more and more immature, and he looks like he is seventeen or eighteen years old at most.

    Feng Qingchen sneered: "You also said that you can read faces, but it turns out you are just a charlatan!"

    An Yi was stunned, put the bowl and chopsticks in front of him, and said angrily: "Okay, why don't you skip one meal? Look at what you said with a gun and a stick. I used your black iron, but I returned it."  You are wearing these clothes; you wrote the medicine book for me, and I saved you twice. We are even! If you can leave, leave quickly, and don¡¯t send me away if you can!"

    Anyi said, turned around and left the woodshed.

    Feng Qingchen's eyes darkened, and there was a hint of evil in his eyes. With a flick of his finger, a stone broke through the window paper of the woodshed and shot straight towards the bird's nest that had disturbed his dreams for several days in the afternoon.

    Several little chicks fell to the ground, covered in blood, their small black bean-like eyes were wide open, and their immature feathers were in pieces.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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