The fat man was the director of the Urban Construction Bureau, but he had a very powerful slogan. He had never received such a sharp insult. He wanted to be angry for a moment and swallow Wen Fei whole. When he was having a big fuss, he heard a cold snorting, followed by a sharp shout: "Fatty Luo, why are you playing here..."

When Director Luo heard the voice, he was stunned. He turned around and saw a thin old lady standing at the door of the ward, glaring at him. Director Luo was immediately poured down by a bucket of cold water on his head as if in the cold winter weather. Not only did he disappear, but his teeth even trembled.

This person with such a big aura is not someone else, but Chen Zhiyuan's mother and Chen Zhenghe's grandmother: "What's wrong, you are so powerful. Do you have to give it to you Fatty Luo in the ward in which my nephew lives... Well!"

Director Luo was teaching badly in his heart, and he didn't know how to provoke this extremely difficult old lady. Then he heard that Wen Fei was her nephew, and his face looked even better and he almost cried: "Old lady, I really don't know that this is your nephew..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw the old lady knocking over with a stick. Director Luo was shocked and hurriedly hid. The unlucky deputy mayor provoked her back then, but was chased and beaten by the fierce old lady with a broom...

After this incident spread, the deputy mayor naturally became a laughing stock. From then on, the old lady was famous in the city, and no one dared to provoke her again. After all, even if she was not afraid of Chen Zhiyuan, she did not become the protagonist in the farce of leaving a message, and she would become a laughing stock and lose her power!

After all, this is an old lady in her sixties or seventies. Apart from hiding, do you want to fight back? Just like this, the fat director was beaten by the old lady's crutch and ran away with his head. He took advantage of not paying attention and slipped out of the door of the ward. The old lady refused to give up, and cursed at the door of the ward with a full breath...

After the incident, Old Mrs. Yu quietly told Wen Fei: "This person with the surname Luo is not a thing, and she keeps a dog but doesn't bite her owner. The person with the surname Luo was originally promoted by Chen Zhiyuan, but she went to lick the gouzi with the surname Zhang again. This time, the person with the surname Zhang is finished. Sooner or later, she will settle the guy with the surname Luo. She will beat him and scold him. Don't be polite!" The person with the surname Zhang mentioned was naturally the mayor who insisted on presiding over the development of the new city, but ended up running to be the director of the Meteorological Bureau in shame.

Wen Fei suddenly realized that this old lady was not that bully, right? She was afraid she had to separate people when she hit people.

"Xiaowen, are you okay?" the old lady asked very kindly.

I just saw this old lady Yu showing her power, but Wen Fei didn't dare to really treat him as an ordinary old lady with kind eyes. He smiled and said, "I'm fine, by the way, why am I here? What about Secretary Chen?"

The old lady took Wen Fei's hand intimately and said, "Come on, come on, come on, sit down and say. I have been in a coma for so long, and I must be bored. Doctor, come over and see my nephew if there is any problem on my body. What are you doing when you are slowing down?"

Before the doctor came over with a wry smile, he patted Wen Fei's hand and said, "Thanks to you who saved my son and grandson's lives, you are the great benefactor of my Chen family!"

Wen Fei quickly said, "Not what, I didn't play much role. Besides, I also learned the magic left by the old man. Secretary Chen said that the old man is half of me!"

The old lady was even happier when she heard this. She had a weird temper. Once she saw it right, she felt that this person was good everywhere. But if she didn't like you, I'm sorry...

For example, the more she looks at Wen Fei, she is more pleasing to her eyes, and is more intimate than her own grandson. She held Wen Fei's hand and started to mutter: "So, I won't call you Mr. Wen, call you nephew, don't be angry! Oh, when you see you, I remembered my old man..."

The long talk was endless. The doctor walked up to him and wanted to help Wen Fei check his body, but it was not easy to interrupt the old lady's excitement. He stood awkwardly for a long time. When the old lady saw it, he immediately scolded: "What are you doing here like a wood? Why don't you hurry up and check my nephew's body..."

The doctor smiled bitterly and said in his heart that he was unlucky. Wen Fei could only give the doctor a sorry look. Wen Fei was also a little scared of this moody old lady Yu.

It turned out that after Wen Fei fainted, Chen Zhiyuan had no choice but to call and asked Huang Sheng to send a few trustworthy people to the hospital. Chen Zhenghe is now in the ward next to Wen Fei. However, Chen Zhenghe's injuries were much more serious than Wen Fei, and he had been possessed for a long time. His whole body was greatly depleted of yang energy, and he would only stay in bed for one or two months!

Wen Fei's heart moved and said, "I have a little elixir here, which is the most nourishing yang energy. If you can trust me, try it for Director Chen!" He asked again, "How is Secretary Chen?"

The old lady took the medicine and narrowed her eyes happily, but she said, "Of course I can trust it!" Someone said angrily: "What's the name of Director Chen, Secretary Chen. You are all my nephews. In the future, Guan Zhenghe calls her brother, Guan Zhiyuan calls her uncle! Zhiyuan, it's nothing big. You know, once you enter the public, you can't help it. Staying in a hospital is a big thing, so he can only go to work obediently..."

Wen Fei can only spare his head when he accidentally climbed a noble relative.

In the time and space of the Northern Song Dynasty, whether from the emperor or the Tong Guan and Zhang Shuye or the eunuch Yang Jian, they were anxious and even suspected that Wen Fei had returned to the upper realm and would not come back.

The Yang Jian waited in Tiandu Castle for more than ten days, but had not waited for Wen Fei's news, so he had to return to the capital in disappointment and report to Song Huizong.

Song Huizong heard Yang Jian report that Wen Fei had disappeared in front of him. He was still painting and was about to give a red-billed parrot a finishing touch. Hearing this, he sighed dejectedly and threw the brush away. The brush rolled onto the scroll, and the paint he used to finish the touch was very different from other people. He used raw lacquer finishing touch, which was higher than paper, and it looked like his eyes were almost moving.
Chapter completed!