After being kicked out of the wealthy family, the fake daughter became popular in the entertainment

Song Qing'an discovered it, but it was too late to hide it.

The man's eyes rolled around and he shouted to the people around him, "You little bastard, where is the pink purse I bought for my wife? Hand it over now!"

"The purse is in his arms," ​​the enthusiastic passerby immediately replied.

"Really? You hid it really well."

The man looked at the slightly bulging purse, greed flashed across his eyes. He smiled, bent down, and pulled the strap to hook the purse out of his arms.

"Get away! This isn't yours!"

Song Qing'an didn't expect this man to be so greedy. He suddenly became furious. He put his left hand on his chest and slammed his right hand into his face.

"what--"

The man staggered back a step, covering his eyes and screaming. The servant anxiously stepped forward to help him, "Master, are you okay?"

"Go away!"

After the pain subsided, the man pushed him away. He flexed his fist, which made a crackling sound, and sneered at Song Qing'an viciously, "You bastard, you dare to hit me? I think you are really tired of living."

He turned around and punched him in the face. Song Qing'an's limbs were pinned to the ground and he turned his head away and groaned in pain.

When the man was about to throw a second punch, someone grabbed his wrist from behind, forcing him to stop.

"Who dares to stop me?"

He turned his head in anger and saw an extremely beautiful woman. He glanced at her from bottom to top and said with a malicious smile: "Miss, I'm not saying that you can't hold my hand, but we can't do such intimate things in private, don't you think?"

His unclear eyes stared straight at Yun Moshu's face, and his hand was about to touch her.

Yun Moshu's eyes turned cold. She pinched his wrist and twisted it. After hearing his shrill scream again, she kicked him in his disgusting face.

"Ah! Damn it! Catch her!"

The man gave an order, and the servants around them formed a circle.

Song Qing'an's dark eyes rolled, and his little hands, lying on the ground sideways, secretly grabbed a handful of soil under the cover of his body.

He climbed up trembling, and when several people approached, he suddenly raised his hand to the weakest person. Dust got into his eyes, and the other person covered his eyes and wailed.

His move instantly shocked the other people.

"run!"

Song Qing'an's voice was as hoarse as the friction of stones, dull but deeply touching.

After he got up from the ground, he grabbed Yun Moshu's hand and slipped out through the crowd.

Yun Moshu didn't take those ugly servants seriously at all. She even reached for the dagger hidden at her waist, but in the blink of an eye she was saved by the little beggar.

She withdrew her hand, smiled faintly, and let the other party drag her through the alleys.

"Okay, we've gotten rid of them. No need to run anymore."

Yun Moshu turned her head and saw that there was no one behind her. Seeing that he was still not stopping, she kindly reminded him.

Throw away...throw away?

Song Qing'an's eyes were filled with darkness. If it weren't for the belief in living that kept supporting him, his extremely weak body would have collapsed long ago.

Hearing her words amid the tinnitus, his tense spirit relaxed, his eyes rolled up, and he fell to the ground.

"Hey, little beggar!"

Song Qing'an heard her talking anxiously and worriedly in a daze. He wanted to listen carefully, but his ears seemed to be blocked and he heard nothing.

He wanted to ask her to speak louder, his mouth opened slightly, and the next second he completely fainted.

A faint medicinal fragrance flowed into Song Qing'an's nose. His eyelids moved and he sniffed twice imperceptibly.

"Doctor, how is he?"

"The injuries on his body are just superficial ones. They will heal in a few days. The most important thing is that the child is pale and thin, and he is very weak inside. He needs a long time to recuperate."

"I see there's a scar on his face. Do you have any ointment that can remove it?"

"This wound isn't too old, it can be removed with medicine, but it's a bit expensive."

"Is this enough?"

Song Qing'an faced the sunlight and saw through his open eyes that the woman took out a piece of gold.

He pulled the corners of his mouth, but found that he couldn't laugh.

Some people calculate every penny they spend, while others spend money like water and don't even care about a scar.

However, ever since something happened at home and he and his sister were left alone, he didn't know how long it had been since he had been cared for so much.

Song Qing'an slowed down his breathing and gently closed his eyes to hide the complicated thoughts in his mind.

After calming down, he opened his eyes again, supported himself on the bed and slowly stood up.

"you're awake?"

Yun Moshu learned a general idea from the doctor and turned around to see him sitting up.

"I won't pay," Song Qing'an said coldly.

Yun Moshu knew that he must have heard what they said just now. Looking at his ugly face, she accidentally caught a glimpse of his little hands tightly grasping the corner of his clothes, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Since I chose to save you, why would I let you pay?"

Song Qing'an breathed a sigh of relief. He remembered something and touched his collar, only to find that it was still there. The surprise in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you," Yun Moshu said nonchalantly when she saw the pink purse in his hand.

"Send...send it to me?"

Song Qing'an widened his eyes and couldn't help but feel a little secretly happy.

Yun Moshu looked at his surprised expression and said with a smile, "Why don't you open it and take a look first?"

Although Song Qing'an felt confused, he still opened it obediently.

After seeing what was inside, my excited heart shattered into pieces with a snap.

He looked up indifferently, looking at her dimly.

He thought she was a rich girl who had sneaked out to play, so he followed her halfway. He even had the misfortune to run into the person he had robbed before for the purse.

He put in so much effort, got beaten so many times, was exhausted, and in the end, only two candies were put in it?

Song Qing'an felt a rare surge of anger.

He had always had a sharp eye, but he didn't expect that one day when he was hunting geese, he got his eye pecked by the goose.

"Are you short of money?"

What kind of nonsense is this? If he didn't need money, would he rob?

Song Qing'an looked at her with contempt.

Yun Moshu was not angry. On the contrary, the smile on her lips became brighter. She looked at her and tempted her, "Little beggar, how about we make a deal?"

"What deal?" The radar in Song Qing'an's heart sounded an alarm.

He knew that the other person saved him and even spent a gold coin to remove the scar on his face, so he must have had ulterior motives.

Song Qing'an looked at her warily, his hands clenched into fists, as if he would stand up against the shameful words she was about to say in the next second.

"I can make you worry-free and live a stable life, but I need you to help me keep an eye on someone."

Song Qingan's eyes were dark, he stared into her eyes and asked stubbornly: "Why did you choose me?"

He was just a little beggar who had stolen her things not long ago. Why did she choose him?

Or was she teasing him on purpose, waiting for him to jump into the fire pit so that she could watch him struggle and beg for mercy for her own amusement?