Fake daughters are wealthy

He leaned back and said casually, "You used to come here to eat Malatang? I think you know the boss very well."

Qiao Nian was in a good mood after eating the noodles he had been thinking about, and replied without raising his head while eating: "Not often, I will come to have a bowl when I have time. Aunt Chen used to work as a helper at Qiao's house, but she stopped doing it later. So I came out and set up this stall."

"Her family's vegetables and meat are the freshest ones picked from the market every morning, washed and put on skewers. They are more hygienic than those in nearby restaurants."

It was the first time for Ye Wangchuan to hear her talking about her adoptive parents' house, his eyes were deep and he was about to speak.

Suddenly, the girl sitting across from him lowered her eyebrows, put down her chopsticks, and tensed her jaw and said, "You eat first, I'll go over there!"

With that said, she got up and walked in the direction of the tricycle.

Ye Wangchuan turned his head and saw a few young men in ripped trousers, sloppy young people gathered in front of the tricycle, picking and picking from the neatly stacked vegetables in the vegetable frame...

"Didn't I just give you 200 yuan the day before yesterday? You spent it all again?" Qiao Nian heard Aunt Chen's distressed and helpless voice from a long distance away.

A young man who was obviously in the stage of changing his voice was mixed among a group of sloppy youths, and he replied impatiently in the voice of a drake: "That money has already been used up, Mom, give me some more."

"No!" Aunt Chen slapped his hand away from grabbing the wallet, protecting the wallet and said, "The money is for your father's hospitalization fee, so it can't be used!"

The boy with a male duck voice retracted his hands, gritted his teeth, and hesitated in his eyes.

His companion immediately booed from the side: "Hey, Chen Yuan, how old are you and you haven't been weaned yet, and you still ask your mother for money. If your mother doesn't give it, you dare not take it."

"Shut up!"

Those youths from unhealthy society were not afraid of him at all, and continued to laugh at him: "Instead of me, I don't care if that old woman will give it to me, just take it. Anyway, with my own money, the business of your stall is so good, it's even worse." Some money? Your dad has been in the hospital for more than a year, why waste money, let him die if you want me to. Save money, and he's freed... What the hell are you doing! "

The young man with a male duck voice suddenly rushed towards him, and punched the man who was talking fiercely in the face.

"I tell you to shut up! Shut up!"

Seeing that the pony boy who was following them dared to make a move, the other people spit all over and were eager to surround him.

Where has a middle-aged woman seen this scene before? She has been honest all her life, seeing her son fighting with young people in society, ignoring the smashed booth, she is about to pounce on him with tears in her eyes.

"Stop hitting, you guys stop hitting."

"Smelly old woman, get out!"

Before she got close, a young man from the society shook her hand viciously, making a gesture to hit her.

Aunt Chen was terrified. Seeing that the bowl-sized fist was about to land on her face, a slender hand stretched out, grabbed the man's fist, and supported her.

"Garbage doesn't stay in the garbage dump, and it runs out to become a spirit?"

She was stunned, turned her face away, and stared blankly at Qiao Nian's clean, porcelain-white melon-seeded face, she was so frightened, she murmured, "Nian, Nian Nian?"

"Fuck! Where did you come from, little girl! Get out of here quickly, believe it or not, I'll beat you up too!" The man who was grabbed by Qiao Nian yelled.

She came back to her senses, pushed Qiao Nian anxiously, and hurriedly said: "Nian Nian, leave me alone, go away, they are all gangsters, don't mess with them."