Xiao Mo said goodbye to the sweetly smiling pharmaceutical salesman and started on his way home, carrying three packages of health care products on the left and three on the right.
"He's made a fortune, he's made a fortune. This time his bonus must be the highest." The drugstore boy was already thinking about the day when he would become famous.
He now regards Xiao Mo as his "God of Wealth". Zhenzhen is a silly son of a landlord who has spent so much money. If it were spent on him, he would wake up crying in his dreams.
It’s just that the person who spent the money was Xiao Mo. He was destined to be the one who wakes up laughing even in his dreams.
If you have money, you will be willful; if you don’t have money, you will accept your fate.
At this time, Xiao Mo, the "silly son of the landlord", was walking leisurely on the road. Enjoy the scenery on the roadside.
The willow trees are blooming and the spring breeze is warm.
You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs.
Xiao Mo, who admired the natural scenery, did not realize that he had become the scenery in the eyes of others.
Xiao Mo's appearance was inherently outstanding, she already knew this. After the filter of "Holy Halo" and the cleansing of Meng Sansheng, she now looked like a new person.
If in her previous life she was a bright rose blooming among dark thorns, then now she is more like a pure white crane growing in a fairyland.
Standing high above, looking down on all living beings.
But the large and small health products in her hands added a bit of fireworks to her body.
Just like an unattainable and relegated immortal, one day suddenly tasted the coarse grains of the mortal world, which made people feel incredible and close to their heart at the same time.
"Oh, catch the thief, catch the thief, my bag." An old woman stumbled to the ground, her legs seemed to be sprained, and she could only lie half on the ground, watching her bag being snatched away by the thief, but she was helpless.
Xiao Mo stepped forward quickly, supported the old lady, and asked with concern: "Grandma, how are you?"
Zhang Youhua just shook his head and pointed to the place where the thief left: "My bag."
Her voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of crying. There was her life-saving money in it, and it must not be stolen by thieves.
Thinking of this, she hurriedly stood up again, trying to catch up with the thief, but how could her weak body support her to stand up? It was undoubtedly in vain.
People around him started to pay attention to what was going on here and thought that the old man in front of him was crazy.
It was pretty good for an old man of her age to save her life after the fall just now, and she still wanted to find her bag.
There is nothing so cheap in the world. It is not unreasonable to lose money and eliminate disaster.
"Old man, if your bag is lost, it is lost. If the money is gone, we can still make more, but if our life is gone, we are really gone."
"Yes, grandma, go to the hospital quickly. The fall just now was very serious. Don't cause any injuries, otherwise it will be bad."
"Now your top priority is to go to the hospital. Don't be so persistent. It's just a bag. If it's robbed, it will be robbed. Why are you in such a hurry? Don't make your old body so angry."
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People around were talking about it, and they all had the same idea: a bag was snatched, it’s not a big deal, what’s important is to go to the hospital for a checkup now.
Zhang Youhua can't listen to any advice now. All he can think about is "I will never let my grandson's life-saving money be lost, even if it means risking her life."
Seeing that the old man still wanted to stand up and look for his bag, the people next to him didn't understand. Isn't it just a bag? Do you have to risk your own life to give up
(End of chapter)