Fake daughters are wealthy

Qiao Nian didn't pay attention to the mob in front of him, pointed at the trampled vegetables and asked, "You made these?"

The little gangster was stunned for a moment, then sneered and said, "So what if we did it?"

"It's not good, lose money!"

Simply snappy.

The little gangster seemed to be amused by her. He looked at her wantonly with his eyes, and said in a smug way: "Okay, you tell brother which school you are in and which class you are in, and brother will come to your school to compensate you some other day."

The corners of Qiao Nian's eyes lit up, and he smiled, "I'm not free another day, how about today?"

"Hahaha, today? Yes, there is a hotel in front, why don't you sleep with my brother, and my brother will give you money, as much as you want, and I will give you my brother's life!"

"Near!"

Aunt Chen's face turned pale with fright, she pulled her arm, afraid that Qiao Nian would report her school, and kept shaking her head.

"No, I don't want to lose money, don't worry about it, my aunt is fine."

If her son doesn't live up to expectations, don't put Qiao Nian in it, or she won't be at ease for the rest of her life!

Qiao Nian pulled her to a safe place and said, "Aunt Chen, you stay here, I'll help you get the money back!"

"I don't want it anymore, Nian Nian, don't go."

Seeing the two of them chattering, the little bastard walked over unhappily and reached out to grab Qiao Nian's shoulder.

Qiao Nian narrowed her eyes and was about to dodge.

A big hand grabbed the hand of the ruffian in the air, twisted it backhand, and the ruffian screamed in pain.

"Are you okay?" Ye Wangchuan came over, his bloodthirsty eyes were extremely cold.

Qiao Nian almost forgot that he was still here and shook his head.

At this time, the expression on the face of the local ruffian who had suffered a loss suddenly became furious, and he picked up the stool on the ground and was about to throw it on them: "You stinky bitch, you are shameless, you want to die!"

Ye Wangchuan pulled her behind him with a low voice.

"Girls don't fight with each other, go to the side."

The hooligan rushing over with the stool was almost in front of them. The tall and handsome man lifted his leg and kicked, with smooth and sharp movements. The hooligan who was holding the bench flew out, the plastic stool fell to pieces, and a fight broke out It's almost like abusing food...

Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows, watching him abuse food.

Tsk, looking at his delicate skin and tender flesh, I didn't expect to fight!

……

There are a lot of people eating at the stalls at this point, and there are still many cars stopping on the road to watch the excitement.

After a while, the intersection was completely surrounded.

Someone had already called the police when the hooligans were making trouble.

When the police arrived in a hurry, everything was already over.

There were seven or eight gangsters lying on the ground, one in his early twenties, a man with a strong aura and a little girl on the side, like the other side of a crowd fighting.

They didn't know what the situation was now, so they could only follow the laws and regulations and bring both parties to the fight back to the police station.

Aunt Chen's son was seriously injured by several people, so she went to the hospital for the time being.

Before getting into the police car, Qiao Nian gave her all the money he had found from the gangsters, patted her on the shoulder comfortingly, and said, "I'll go to the hospital to see Uncle Chen in a few days, and I'll bring you something by the way. Let’s make soup for Uncle Chen, it’s good for his illness.”

The middle-aged woman nodded again and again, with tears in her eyes, she held her hand tightly, feeling ashamed and apologetic: "Nian Nian, I'm sorry."

Qiao Nian felt distressed and patted her hand: "It's okay. Aunt Chen, don't think so much."

The nurse in the ambulance was urging her, and she raised her eyes and sincerely said to the handsome man, "Sir, thank you today."

If it weren't for Nian Nian and her friends, Chen Yuan still doesn't know how he would be beaten by those people today...

But she got Qiao Nian into the police station, so she didn't like it at all.

After the ambulance closed the door, she bravely took out her mobile phone and dialed a number she hadn't called in a long time: "Hello, Mr. Qiao..."