Goddess, she's gone

Chapter 24 Money or Life, You Choose!
There are various emotions in the eyes.

Amazement, shock, fiery, disbelief.

Empress Yin pretended she didn't see anything, folded her arms around her chest, and lazily leaned back on the chair: "In the past two months, the symptoms have worsened."

"Cold hands and feet, unable to sleep, blurred vision, and feeling weak all over."

Her words were concise, but the complexion of the big man who understood her changed.

Yin Mang smiled lightly, and said leisurely, "If you can't find a cure, you will die soon."

After these words fell, the atmosphere fell silent.

The old lady was startled and anxious, gasping for breath, but couldn't say a word.

The big man stared at Yin Mang.

"Okay," Empress Yin flicked her sleeves and stood up leisurely, "That's it, Manager Song, give him 10 yuan."

The girl walks freely.

Raise your hand, don't take away a cloud.

The small roulette scrolled the screen: "This is a good pretense! It's full of superior demeanor! The old-fashioned way of beard stroking. jpg"

She took three steps.

The old lady was anxious to catch up regardless of her body.

He was stopped by Song Mu.

Manager Song bowed and smiled politely: "Please come to me to collect the compensation."

Miss Yin is so handsome!

Miss Yin actually knows Chinese medicine? !
Fuck, what a dick!
Want to kneel down and call Dad.

Seeing Yin Mang walking further and further away, the old lady stammered anxiously: "Da, Daqiang!"

"Hurry up……"

The big man supported the old lady, his face turned blue and white, and kept changing.

When things come to this point, any fool knows Yin Mang's tricks.

Serious conspiracy.

Money or life, the choice is yours.

The people who eat melons saw that something was wrong.

Think back to the conversation and scene just now.

Shouldn't it... be right for Er Queer Girl? !

Is this old lady really terminally ill? !
Even the hospital couldn't find out, so the little girl was asked to hang silk to diagnose the pulse and hang out?

"What, what a joke."

Are you dreaming?
In the blink of an eye, Yin Mang had already reached the stairs.

Manager Song maintained a kind smile and firmly blocked the group of people who were about to rush over.

If you dare to make trouble in their restaurant, you will be finished in minutes!

"Big strong!"

No one wants to die, and everyone wants to live longer.

The old lady tried her best to push her son forward.

"I, we don't want compensation!"

The big man closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, his voice trembling.

10 yuan!

He was counting on Yin Mang to stop after shouting this sentence.

Ran and egg.

"Don't worry, Ms. Yin has sent a message. We must pay you all the 10 yuan. After the payment, please don't stay in the restaurant and disturb our normal business order."

Manager Song was overjoyed.

Seeing that Yin Mang didn't want to stop at all, his mother was so anxious that he was going crazy, and the big man was pushed to the extreme, "I admit, I came here to find fault with you and ask for money!"

"My mother's bad stomach has nothing to do with your restaurant. I took advantage of it."

After shouting this sentence, the audience was silent.

The onlookers were in an uproar.

Pointing at the big man's family.

"It's really shameless to rely on someone else's restaurant after eating a bad stomach."

"That's right, I've eaten at his house for several years, and I've never had a bad stomach."

"I just want to blackmail, there are too many people like this."

"..."

In public, ask people to point and point.

Those staring eyes made the big man's family panic.

The brothers all complained about the big man, "Brother, how could you bring this up!"

"that is!"

"It's not like Mom's illness can't be delayed anymore. I've waited for two or three years. Why do you have to admit it? It makes us lose face with you!"

　Thank you Wei Wuxian for being the little wife in my heart, listening to the wind and painting the rain, painting the fan of sadness and dreaming, Bo Jiumo Beijun Ciyan Master, all the cute rewards~
　　What a kiss.

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