Chapter 1608： How low can human value be

As if noticing the volume on the side, the boy's head was buried lower.

He probably wanted to run, but the lady boss kept squeezing his wrist, "Call your mother over! Growing up from a thief and stealing people! You don't want to be a child of someone with no money if you dress up? How did parents teach? "

The capacity was shocked once.

She was stunned that the proprietress actually said that the boy did not look like a child from a poor family.

In terms of capacity, the clothes on the boy are obviously not good, the cuffs are dirty, and the hem is a little wrinkled.

She couldn't help but start to think about what kind of clothing is considered a "rich man" in the eyes of ordinary people.

She looked down at her skirt.

Su Yanyun doesn’t like to dress up her baby too fancy, so she is relatively simple in dressing up. She only wore a light blue suspender skirt without any lace, and a small beige waistcoat on her upper body. It was a necklace from my grandfather last birthday. The pendant seemed to be some kind of opal. The shoes on my feet were specially made by big-name designers, but they were just a pair of simple breathable white shoes.

People who are not particularly acquainted with the goods, I am afraid that she is not worthy of being seen.

But the capacity has to be admitted that in the eyes of ordinary people, those great luxury LOGOs are ordinary collocations in daily life in her eyes.

The weather started to get hot, and the bodyguards stood behind them, fanning her gently.

The capacity is standing in front of the grid shop, surrounded by a large group of bodyguards, looking at the snack shop next to him, like a boy from another world, being pulled by the proprietress because of a pack of ice bayberry, he is surrounded by people. Under his gaze, he was cut with no dignity.

"Do you not speak?" The lady boss was so strong that the boy couldn't stand still, "Well, I will put you here, and I will let your mother come and lead you!"

She shook the ice bayberry in her hand, and the melted water splashed on the boy's face.

But he couldn't even dodge, just buried his head, as if to be buried in the dust.

"Wait!" Seeing that the lady boss really asked the little worker to take out a rope to tie up the boy, the volume suddenly spoke up.

"Miss." A bodyguard stopped him, "Don't have anything to do with strangers."

The capacity was as if she hadn't heard this sentence, and she took a step forward, causing all the bodyguards to follow along.

"This bag of Yangmei, I paid for him." Although the capacity is still small, this sentence is very light, and it is the kind of lightness with enough confidence.

A dollar.

In her opinion, it cannot even be called money.

One dollar can "save" a person, and let the capacity know how low a person can be...

She gave the money to the boss.

But the chubby lady boss refused to let the boy go.

"Little girl, you really don't have to." She even advised the capacity measurement. These days, she often sees the capacity measurement being surrounded by a large number of serious men caring for the grid shop next to it, knowing that this one looks "normal" "Tong" girl has an extraordinary identity.

"You don't know that these little children lack education and have dirty hands and feet, just to teach them a lesson. To be honest, a dollar is what kind of money, but his behavior is not good! Parents must be educated! Otherwise, they grow up like this. , Is to bring harm to society."