Chapter 91

When Tang Jianguo thought that he had always regarded money as paper, others looked at him like a fool. But what he saw as like as two peas were Li Xiaoling's wife.

Thinking of this, Tang Jianguo was so frightened that his forehead was cold sweat, and his eyes to Fu Yingying were full of awe.

In broad daylight, shit.

"Hehe, your wife says it's money!" Fu Yingying smiled, pushed his bike and turned his head suddenly. "If you steal my bike again, I'll turn all your money into paper..."

Tang Jianguo was so frightened that he wanted to chase him, but he didn't dare to chase him.

Fu Yingying left triumphantly on her bike. Hum, if you have the ability to steal her bike, you will have the consciousness of becoming a psycho!

Fu Yingying bought walnut cakes and other snacks in the old street, went to the traditional Chinese medicine store and bought the needed traditional Chinese medicine. Only then did he leave happily by bike.

But when I passed a small restaurant, I heard a familiar voice crying, "it's agreed that the salary will be paid in a month. When it's time, you say it's a month. I've worked here for three months. You don't give me any money. It's too bullying!"

Fu Yingying looked. Isn't this Liu Qingqing, the third uncle's cousin?

This little restaurant is where my cousin works? There are at most a dozen tables inside. It looks like an ordinary small restaurant.

"You often ask for leave and break my plate to prevent you from losing money. It's for your poor rural people's sake. Get out and get out quickly!" at this time, a fat daughter rushed out with a chicken feather duster and beat Liu Qingqing.

Fu Yingying is angry. This dead fat pig, who doesn't pay wages, should beat people?

Fu Yingying rushed over on his bike and shouted, "Oh, the brake of the bike doesn't work and can't stop..."

Fu Yingying not only knocked down the owner's wife of the dead fat pig restaurant, but also pressed the bicycle over her stomach.

"You shameless little red guy, I have to tear you today!" the dead fat pig landlady got up from the ground without being hurt at all, thanks to her own fat.

The dead fat pig landlady's chicken feather duster whipped Fu Yingying. She saw that she was going to hit Fu Yingying. Unfortunately, she stepped on the watermelon skin and fell down on the ground.

"Oh, I'm dead!" cried the dead fat pig landlady in pain.

"Madam, I said I couldn't brake. I blocked the road, didn't get out of the way and hit you. I'm also very innocent! But you fell. You stepped on the watermelon skin, which has nothing to do with me." Fu Yingying finally got off the bike and smiled at old banniang, a dead fat pig.

Liu Qingqing worried that Fu Yingying would be bullied and immediately blocked in front of Fu Yingying. "Yingying, let's go quickly, or we'll be beaten. She's bad!"

They can't fight these street slicks. They can only suffer from this loss and worked for three months in vain.

"Ouch, you're a gang. After bumping into me, you still want to go. No one wants to go if you don't pay 500 yuan." the dead fat pig landlady's small eyes stare and will blackmail people.

Fu Yingying sneered, "if you jump three feet high, where will you hurt? If you deceive people once, you will be unlucky all your life. You can accumulate some virtue for your children! Hurry up and settle my cousin's salary, otherwise you will regret it all your life."