The Five-year-old Milk of the Xuanmen Group’s Favorite Boss

  Chapter 7 But do good deeds, don't ask about the future

   These words are harsh and ugly.

   Rong Yinghui was just passing by to do good things, but who would want to do such a complicated thing, making his head buzzing.

  There are people coming and going in the corridors of the hospital, and the lights in the emergency room are on and off at the end of the corridor, making life and death.

   He raised his hand and stopped the other party from lighting a cigarette.

   "This is a hospital, smoking is not allowed in public."

  The man irritably shook off his hand and laughed.

   "Fuck, who are you, you dare to control Lao Tzu?"

   The family members next to him were still crying. An elderly man rolled his eyes and cried.

   "500,000, no, I want a million to befriend you, or we won't settle with you! Let you go to jail! My granddaughter!"

  The doctor came out of the ward to stop him.

   "This is a hospital, don't make noise!"

   "Where are the family members? The family members came to sign. The situation has changed just now. He is critically ill and will come to tell you the details."

  Short one side, all kinds of human beings.

   There were people around who sighed in a low voice.

   When the little girl who was injured in the car accident was rescued, no one went in to see it, and they argued outside privately about the price to be paid for issuing a letter of understanding.

   Tang Micheng was brought back with bandages all over his body, looking pitiful.

   The pampered little fat man turned into a fat quail, because he was afraid that there was something in the hospital that would kill him at the time when Tang Jin said that the yin was strong.

   "What happened over there?"

   hugged the big guy's thigh, and Tang Micheng breathed a sigh of relief.

   "You're lying."

Tang Jin blinked his cat's eyes, pointed to the old lady who cried the most, and softly debunked: "I want to use my granddaughter's life for money to buy a house for my grandson, but now I have a good abacus, and there will be no peace in the future. awake."

   There was a lot of whispered discussions around, but Tang Jin's voice was soft and milky, and the milkiness was particularly obvious, and he stabbed the other party's sore spot again.

   Anger crossed the old lady's face, she turned her head and cursed.

"What do you call my granddaughter's life?! How do you talk? We are the victims. My granddaughter was hit by someone. I cried like this. What do you want from me?! Now the dolls talk so viciously and curse people, Do you have any tutoring?!"

   "Fuck, how do you talk to the immortal?!"

  Tang Micheng is cowardly in front of Tang Jin now. He is usually used to having a bad temper. He immediately rolled his eyes and scolded him without thinking.

   Just a half-year-old boy scolded and retracted behind his sister, like a quail, less imposing.

"I always tell the truth." The soft and waxy Tang Jin raised her eyes, her cat's pupils were dark, "You know exactly what you're thinking, you use blood-stained money to build a house, and you won't be afraid to live in it. Are you looking for ghosts at night?"

  The old lady suddenly felt guilty and was speechless.

   She really intends to take this million and go back to build a house for her grandson, but no one else knows about this. How did she say so confidently?

   "That's right. It's because I feel sorry for my granddaughter, but I'm not thinking about the million from the beginning to the end."

   "The little girl was critically ill again. She said she was sixteen years old. When I pushed in, I looked at the thin and weak one and said she was twelve or thirteen years old. I believed it."

   "There are also good-hearted people who passed by and sent the little girl to the hospital, but she was stopped and refused to leave. She insisted that she had been hurt a second time when she moved, and she wanted her to lose money."

   The discussion is harsh, like a needle stick.

  The old lady sat on the ground all of a sudden, pointing at Tang Jin and crying.

   "Is there any reason?! Let this little yellow-haired girl bully me, this poor old woman!"

   The rich second generation who caused the accident has already thrown down a check for one million impatiently, but he turned and walked away with a sullen look on his face.

   Before the housekeeper's grandfather could make a move, Rong Yinghui had already stood sideways in front of Tang Jin, "If you speak, speak well, and if you make trouble without reason, I will call the police."

   Seeing that he may also be a powerful person, this talent is a little more calm, and has already received a check of millions more than expected, plus Tang Jin's words.

   In the end, only a reluctant person was left to sign the critical illness notice of the girl in the car accident, and the others soon dispersed.

   "Who are you?" He raised his hand and tugged at the collar of his sweater, muttering irritably, "It's been eight lifetimes of bad luck recently."

   Complaining about bad luck?

   within the scope of business.

Tang Jin's little bald head is bright and shiny, and his little cheeks are soft and cute, "Big brother, it's fate that you and I meet each other, have you been unlucky recently, and what you've done is not going well? Why don't Jin Jin come to give you a hexagram, All you need is this number."

  Master can't keep his money. Sanqing Taoist Temple has always been the poorest in the Taoist sect, building houses collapsed, raising chickens and running away. Only the donations that help with the sword can be maintained for a period of time.

   To be the pillar to make money to support the family, she is not as famous in God as Sanqingshan.

   Come to Shendu, there is still a family to support, and a big client needs to be opened.

  This one is very suitable for opening.

   The little girl's eyes were shining, and her soft little face was full of reserved sales.

  Come, come, count one!

"what?"

   Rong Yinghui did not expect that this is what this little girl looking at four or five years old opened her mouth.

   Which feudal superstition was promoted to children?

   And this dazzling 'light bulb', Rong Yinghui couldn't help laughing.

   It may be that she is too cute, and she is so soft and cute when she speaks such deceitful words.

   "Is it my turn to have a bloodbath in the next sentence? Children can't watch those strange TV shows."

   As he spoke, he looked at the housekeeper's grandfather beside him, somewhat disapproving.

   After Tang Jin came back from Taoist temple, the old housekeeper didn't respond, he just thought how cute his little lady looked, which was rare.

   But Tang Micheng was not happy when he heard this.

   His sister has real skills! Don't lie!

   And Tang Jin gently tugged at his hand, shaking his little head.

   said serious things, the little dumpling was serious, and the dark cat pupils were clean.

   "I'll send you a sentence for free today, go home tonight, remember to take the main road when you leave the hospital, don't be greedy for those two minutes."

   "Yes, yes."

  Rong Yinghui didn't take it to heart at all, looking at Tang Jin's little face, he couldn't help but poked lightly.

   The little brat didn't recognize birth, and tilted his head, "If you want to come to me again, you can go to the Canglang Ancient Courtyard community. In the end—but do good deeds, don't ask about your future."

  ***

   Walking on the avenue, Rong Yinghui was still thinking about the place where Tang Jinbao was, the gathering place of the famous giants.

   I don't know which rich family they are, they taught the children something.

   Turning in front, a bicycle came over, the wheel slipped, and the man fell to the ground all of a sudden, the sound startled him, and he hurried to help.

  The phone followed him and fell to the ground with a click, and the tempered film brush burst open.

   rejected the other party's thank you for paying him a film. When Rong Yinghui arrived at the place agreed with the person, he couldn't help but scolded: "Why is this still a transfer? It's really unfortunate things can happen to me."

   It’s just that good people are not rewarded.

   It was late at night, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the moonlight was blocked.

  In the extremely dark night, the lights of the surrounding shops are brighter, and there is a small shop with film about 50 meters away.

   The person who picked him up hadn't come yet. Looking at the unpleasant mobile phone screen, he raised his feet and walked towards the small shop.

   Just walked ten meters.

   A gust of wind and waves hit, as if it was going to lift one's scalp.

   "Boom—"

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