marrying a bride is old

There were three people, all staring at the bun in his arms with malicious eyes.

"Not good!" A sense of danger flashed through his mind, and Nangong Lingfeng ran towards the direction where there was still a gap.

"Stop, who are you? How dare you steal other people's property!" The shopkeeper roared, and his voice was heard far away.

Nangong Lingfeng, who was running, thought that those people wanted to grab his steamed stuffed bun, but when he heard the middle-aged man's question, he seemed to have misunderstood, so he hurriedly stopped and explained: "No, I paid for the steamed stuffed bun. , if you don’t believe me, you can ask him.” The direction of the finger is the waiter who just sold buns to him.

The shopkeeper thought that the dirty beggar in front of him was playing tricks on him, and became more and more angry: "I'm not talking about the buns, but this jade pendant. Tell me where you are from..." When the shopkeeper asked this, the shopkeeper's mind Bad words such as "stealing, robbing, and cheating" flashed past, but they were denied by myself one by one, and finally replaced with a fairly common word, continuing the previous words, saying: "... got it?" What seemed to be a matter of hesitation for a long time was actually just a short moment. To Nangong Lingfeng and others, it seemed to be the coherent questioning of the shopkeeper.