This big guy begs you to stop

Chapter 165 165. Love in the Republic of China (5)

Chapter 165 165. Love in the Republic of China (5)
Often listening to others tell her the poem that she has never done that kind of thing, she will collapse more and more while holding the child. If it is not for the occasional food at the door, Chen Mengjun and her son should have died sooner or later. I was starved to death.

The story ends here.

[Hey, host, this heroine is also miserable! 】

Bo Ling: ..."It's quite miserable."

Little Guaiguai: ...[Why did you say this again? 】

Bo Ling raised her eyebrows, looked out of the glass with her hands in her hands, and said slowly:
"Father, you will never harm your daughter."

good boy:? ? ?

[System warning: It was detected that Chen Mengjun committed suicide by cutting his wrist. Please ask the host to rescue him with special medicine in time. This is the first task. 】

Bo Ling sipped her black tea, stood up, and walked towards the door.

"Miss, wait a minute."

Bo Ling turned her head suspiciously, and found that the woman in waiter's attire was running towards her.

Bo Ling: Is the money you gave me fake?

good boy:? ? ? 【No, it’s the ocean used in this period! 】

"Miss, we can't get your money here temporarily, so I just went to change the change. This is your cash, please take it well." The waiter stopped in front of Bo Ling panting, stretched out his hand and pulled the bag. Ling Nian's white and slender arms placed the large pile of money in her hand.

Bo Ling walked out of the coffee shop with a bunch of money in a daze:
"Is the denomination of Dayang so high?"

Little Guaiguai: ... [Little Fairy, please find a place to take the money. There are many eyes around you. 】

Bo Ling glanced at the barely closed cash in her hand, and the beggars with greedy eyes, and paused for a few seconds:
"Where is it?"

She was still wearing the inconspicuous equipment in the doomsday world, but luckily she didn't get too many strange eyes.

[Well, how about going to a clothing store and a bag store?This is how it's done in TV dramas. 】

A kind reminder sounded in her mind, Bo Ling pursed her lips, raised her eyebrows, and stood on the side of the road indifferently:
"So, do you still need me to save someone now?"

Little Guaiguai: ...Uh.

[I'd better wait until the task is completed, and I'll change some clothes for you. 】

Bo Ling didn't speak, her eyes turned around, and she came to a rickshaw not far away, staring at this naive-looking man with dodgy eyes, who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, and the surrounding rickshaws were all tall Everyone is tall and big, only he is as thin as a bamboo stick.

"How much does it cost to go to Jinlin Street?" Bo Ling took out a piece of cash with a relatively large denomination and couldn't figure out how much it was and handed it to the boy huddled in the corner.

A hint of surprise flashed in the boy's eyes, and he was about to speak.

It was interrupted by the voices of several rough adult men around:

"Miss, he looks so weak, how can he trust someone, let us take you off, we will be there in 10 minutes."

Then he thought about forcing the kid away with fierce eyes.

After meeting their gazes, the boy trembled a few times before trying to push the cart away.

Bo Ling stretched out her hand to stop him and looked at the others coldly:
"Stop, I'll take your car. Besides, the money is yours."

Under the shocked gaze of the boy, Bo Ling rolled onto his rickshaw one by one, causing the tires of the rickshaw to vibrate. Fortunately, she was so light that the rickshaw would have been cut into several knots.

(End of this chapter)

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