money!
Stacks of hundred-yuan bills were stacked neatly into a stack.
Hu Ben had never seen so much money, his eyes stared like copper bells, and when he realized it, he quickly tied the pocket: "I don't want it!"
Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows.
He was in a hurry: "Say it's not a business, I, I don't want money!"
Quite aggrieved.
"You don't need to pay to go in and out of the bar? You don't need to pay for ordering bags?"
Hu Ben was embarrassed.
Jiang Fuyue pushed directly in front of him: "This is not a remuneration, but a fee, a total of 100,000. More refunds and less compensation, don't forget to keep an account."
"Okay!" Hu Ben nodded again and again.
"Call me if you have any news." After speaking, Jiang Fuyue got up and left.
Watching people go away, Hu Ben looked away, quickly put the money into his arms in the next second, and looked around vigilantly.
Suddenly, he paused, lowered his head, and stared blankly at the black plastic bag in his arms. Feeling the heavy weight of one hundred thousand yuan, his eyes suddenly became dazed.
If he remembered correctly, Jiang Fuyue had brought this plastic bag with her when she came, and after she sat down, she put it by her feet like throwing trash. Who would have thought that it contained money
Of course, none of this matters.
Importantly, why is she carrying so much cash with her
Like knowing it will be useful...
The night wind passed by and poured into his neck, Hu Ben shuddered, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that his back was already soaked.
…
The moment she passed by Zhong Ziang, Jiang Fuyue didn't recognize him, but she still didn't look sideways.
Young Master Zhong: "?" What do you mean
"Jiang Fuyue, stop!"
He didn't stop on his feet, and turned a deaf ear.
Zhong Ziang got excited, and ran to catch up, but an overtake blocked the way, and now she had to stop even if she didn't stop.
"Get out of the way." The voice was cold, and the dark pupils under the streetlight reflected a stern light.
"Don't let me go," the young man laughed wildly and recklessly, his jaw raised with inherent arrogance, "see what you can do with me."
Handsome is handsome, cool is also pretty cool, but extraordinarily... underwhelming.
Jiang Fuyue moved her fingertips lightly, her hands were itchy.
Seeing her clenching fist, Zhong Ziang immediately became vigilant, resisted not retreating, and shouted loudly with his thick neck: "I warn you, a gentleman uses his mouth but does not move his hands! If you do this again, I will not be polite!"
"First of all, I never said that I am a gentleman. Secondly, I didn't plan to do anything, but your words successfully aroused my curiosity. I just want to see how rude you can be."
After finishing speaking, before Zhong Ziang could react, he punched directly.
boom-
Fast and accurate.
Until Jiang Fuyue stopped and left, he still hadn't reacted, his eyes were blindfolded.
half an hour—
I was beaten
groove!
I was hit by her again? !
Mom, Linhuai routine is too deep, I want to go back to the imperial capital!
But Jiang Fuyue, after teaching how to be a human being with her own hands, left the scene without burden.
Turning the corner is the main road, so I don't worry about Zhong Ziang catching up at all. Even if she catches up, it's a big deal to teach her again, anyway, she has plenty of time.
Suddenly, with a pause, Jiang Fuyue stopped in place, and her sharp eyes fell not far ahead.
I saw a slender figure turn out from behind the corner, the street lights were dim, hitting the man's indifferent and handsome face, there was a kind of hazy texture, adding to the mystery.
"Miss Jiang repeatedly and repeatedly hit my nephew, is it appropriate?" The calm voice, indifferent eyes, without the slightest anger, made people's shoulders sink.
Jiang Fuyue raised her eyes slowly, even though there was a natural height gap between the two, her aura was not compromised, "I think Mr. Xie should ask your nephew first, he keeps blocking me again and again, is this appropriate?" ?”
Xie Dingyuan frowned.
Jiang Fuyue went straight forward, and when she passed him, she suddenly said, "A life without being severely beaten is incomplete, so I don't mind letting you all feel it..."
you
After finishing speaking, without giving the other party any time to react, Jiang Fuyue rushed in front of him, grabbed the man's wrist with his left hand, and clasped his biceps with the other hand. With his feet parallel and slightly wider than his shoulders, he pushed forward suddenly...
Xie Dingyuan felt a fresh fragrance filling his chest, the woman's breath was close at hand, and through the thin fabric of the clothes, a strange and novel feeling washed over his brain, making him frozen in place, unable to move.
Suddenly, the body lightened, and then, the scenery in front of my eyes spun.
When he reacted, he had already fallen to the ground, and the woman was standing beside him, looking down at him with a smile on his eyes and brows.
"Did you feel it? Uncle Zhong Ziang."
At that moment, the bewilderment in Xie Dingyuan's eyes was exactly the same as that in his nephew's eyes not long ago.
"you-"
"Last time you threw me down, this time I'll throw you," Jiang Fuyue interrupted, "It's fair for us to come and go, isn't it?"
After saying that, regardless of the other party's reaction, he walked away.
Two minutes later.
Zhong Ziang chased out from the alley clutching his chin, when he saw Xie Dingyuan, he braked suddenly, and put his hand down immediately: "Cough...uncle, when did you follow?"
"Just arrived."
Then you probably didn't see him being beaten by Jiang Fuyue, did you
Zhong Ziang pressed his palm against his trouser leg, and began to rub back and forth secretly, trying to wipe off the mud on it.
At the same time, Xie Dingyuan smoothed the folds of his cuffs calmly.
"Then...uncle, did you see Jiang Fuyue go out from here?"
"No."
"Oh." Suddenly, Zhong Ziang's eyes paused and fell on Xie Dingyuan's shoulder, as if he saw something incredible.
The latter looked at himself, and in the next second, his brows furrowed.
Zhong Ziang swallowed, and said uncertainly, "Uncle, your shoulders seem to be covered with dust?"
To be honest, he didn't quite believe it.
Xie Dingyuan's obsession with cleanliness has reached the point where even Xie Yunzao, who is accustomed to being tolerant, accepts his incompetence. He usually can't find any wrinkles in his shirts and trousers, so how can he allow himself to have dust on his shoulders
"Well," Xie Dingyuan's expression remained unchanged, "I didn't pay attention, it was dirty."
Zhong Ziang nodded his head, his eyes froze again, why, why are there also on his trouser legs
"Go home." Xie Dingyuan raised his chin, signaling him to go ahead.
Zhong Ziang was full of doubts, and moved forward sullenly.
Xie Dingyuan was half a step behind, with a calm posture.
If Zhong Ziang walked around behind him at this time, he would find that his uncle's shoulders, trouser legs, and his entire back were covered in ashes, wrinkled, like oil residue...
It's a pity that Young Master Zhong didn't have this awareness. He only thought about it now: I have a little secret, which must not be discovered by others!
Xie Dingyuan: Well, I also have a little secret.
At this time, the "Secret Creator" Jiang Fuyue had already swaggered across the road and stopped in front of a barbecue stall—
"Ten catties of crayfish, 50 skewers of palm treasures, 40 skewers of squid silk, 30 pieces of grilled tofu, 20 pieces of garlic eggplant, and 10 pieces of chicken wings—package."
Boss: "?" He was dumbfounded.
Diner: "!" How arrogant!
Jiang Fuyue: "Remember to bake it well, not too spicy."
"... good, good."