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Chapter 20 Is this from the refugee slum?

At the bottom of the overpass, Lu Zhiheng almost didn't recognize the person standing in front of him.

Lu Zhiheng raised his eyebrows, looking at someone's dirty appearance, he couldn't help laughing, "Si Jialing, are you escaping from a refugee camp?"

After finishing the sentence, he looked at the two administrators standing on the other side, "What's going on?"

Si Jialing didn't want to talk at all, it was a shame for him, he wished that Brother Lu would pay the fine for him quickly so that he could leave.

"Brother Lu, it's hard to talk here, do you have 200 yuan, please lend it to me first."

Lu Zhiheng raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "200 yuan?"

"Correct!"

Si Jialing nodded heavily and stared at him eagerly.

Lu Zhiheng was silent for a few seconds, his thin lips parted slightly, "Tsk, you're promising, Si Jialing."

With a deep smile in his eyes, he asked the administrator on the other side, "I don't know what mistake my friend made, and he needs to pay a fine of 200 yuan?"

Si Jialing was startled, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't say it!"

But the administrator didn't give him the slightest bit of face, and directly exposed what he wanted to hide, "Sir, I see that you are well dressed, why do you want to be friends with a beggar under the overpass?"

Si Jialing covered her face and couldn't live anymore. This was just like wetting the bed when he was a child. It's a black history!
"Begging?" His deep eyes fell on Si Jialing's body, his clear voice couldn't hide his smile, and he couldn't help digging a hole to bury himself.

Lu Zhiheng took out his wallet, took out 200 yuan from many black cards, and handed it to the administrator. "Fine," he paused, "My friend's."

The administrator took the money, nodded, and reminded him sincerely before leaving, "Sir, you'd better take care of your friend. If you are young and have hands and feet, don't come here to beg."

Lu Zhiheng nodded, "I will be optimistic about him."

Listening to their words, Si Jialing felt like a thousand arrows were piercing his heart.

Now, only Lu Zhiheng and Lu Zhiheng were left under the flyover.

Si Jialing defended himself with resentment: "Brother Lu, don't listen to his nonsense, I just happened to pass by here, and I bumped into them, no, they blackmailed me, in order to calm things down, I had no choice but to I called Brother Lu over here."

Lu Zhiheng looked him up and down, and asked casually, "Si Jialing, the Young Master I know is not a master who calms things down easily. Why is it so different today?"

The title of being the number one bully in Kyoto is not just for nothing.

According to Si Jialing's temper, he would rather make a big mess than easily let off those who offended him.

Si Jialing coughed with guilt, "The weather is fine today."

Lu Zhiheng glanced at him lightly, "Tell the truth."

"No way, brother Lu, you don't believe what I say?"

Si Jialing looked at him with a heartache, as if he had been hit by something.

"Huh?" His tone was heavy.

"Then think about it slowly."

After saying that, Lu Zhiheng turned around directly, took a long leg, and walked towards the parking lot under the bridge.

Seeing him leave, Si Jialing lost her mind immediately, and rushed to catch up, complaining, "Brother Lu, I'm already homeless, how could you abandon me!"

Lu Zhiheng paused, and said in a helpless voice: "Follow me."

"Okay!"

Si Jialing happily followed quickly, knowing that Brother Lu would not abandon him.

Hmph, Brother Lu is hundreds of times better than his old man!
Thinking of forcing a marriage at home and waiting for the old man to hold his grandson, he couldn't help but shudder again, and howled after him, "Brother Lu, let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the certificate some other day."

"Leave far away!"

　Adjusted the timing.

　　good night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)