"Don’t pull this" Liu Baochen motioning with his hand.
"Liu Dui, if you don’t take this money, then I really can’t mix it up after you look down on me …" Lao Zhang secretly scolded Liu Baochen for loading B, but his face still smiled and dragged his arm to force the envelope into his trouser pocket.
"Take it out and don’t talk to me about this …" Liu Baochen immediately lay on the surface and shoved it, but actually he just didn’t hold his trouser pocket and let people put money in it.
"You’re welcome. You’re welcome. This is what I should do." Lao Zhang stuffed the money into Liu Baochen’s trouser pocket and added with a smile. "I have to trouble you to take care of Liu Ge when I want a small gambling stall."
Although Liu Baochen can get Yuan Jiafeng 10,000 yuan in cash every month, it is not a small amount of money for him. At this moment, his face has already smiled. "Hehe, you are old enough to do something serious, but no matter what business you do, you can’t cross the line too much. I will say hello and take care of it later in the team."
"Don’t worry about buying and selling. I’ll do the envelope well. I’m sure there will be one every month." Lao Zhang handed it over.
"Ok, you can recover. I have something to do in my team."
"Go slow, Liu Dui."
"Go" Liu Baochen contentedly turned and walked away from the ward.
When Lao Zhang saw Liu Baochen leaving, he immediately mumbled with a bitter face, "Mom, why am I so unlucky to get involved …?"
Before the words were finished, the ward door was pushed again, and two young people strolled in.
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evening
Qin Yu went home tired after a busy day and a night in the police force.
On entering the room, Qin Yu turned his head and glanced around, but he didn’t see Fang. He saw a piece of paper on the surface of the table cup.
Qin Yu curiously walked over and reached for the glass and looked down at the note. The ugly words were suddenly stuck.
"Brother Yu, I’m sorry for the trouble. I’m leaving. I’m grateful. I’ll pay you back when I grow up."
Qin Yu looked at the note and his heart thumped.
Yes, Daya seems to be generous, but his heart is extremely fragile. Did he talk too much yesterday?
Qin Yu slowly put a note and turned and ran out of the room and went straight to the butcher shop next to him.
Chapter one hundred and forty-nine Two homeless children in the middle of the night
Before Daya left, he left Qin Yu at home, where he could see the dirty clothes washed, and the bed cabinet, windowsill, ground corner and other places were also cleaned. He wanted to stay here and wanted to thank Qin Yu, but now he has reported that he can do some small work to give back …
Qin Yu felt bad in his heart, too. He felt that he had gone too far yesterday, and at the same time he knew that the most difficult thing in the world was to send someone to fence, especially the person who helped you was not related to you. He looked like an irregular hob, but such a child often felt a little inferior in his heart. He couldn’t face Qin Yu’s words and chose to leave by himself.
To sell butcher shop Qin Yu called Xiang Xiang and left in a hurry after a series of threats and inducements.
……
As night falls, the street near Songjiang exit has been lit with star lights, and the soldiers on duty have also changed their posts.
Trucks lined up in a long line near the exit, rubbing forward and preparing to leave the country.
Thin and thin on the side of the road, big teeth squatting on the road, staring at the neon crowd in the street with blank eyes.
He left Qin Yu’s house, but where can he go? Where on earth should we go?
Although Daya’s contact with Qin Yu is not particularly much in these three months, the latter is more often recovering in Jiangzhou, but Daya lives in No.1 Hospital, but he feels at home for the first time. Now, he is squatting outside in the snow and ice, recalling this experience is like just waking up from a beautiful dream …
Looking around, he is still alone or living alone in this world.
Daya is not a melodramatic child, but he also shed tears at the moment. He sipped his mouth and cried for a while before slowly getting up and walking straight to wait for a while for the exit.
He’s going to turn himself in and tell the soldiers in the watchtower that he doesn’t live in the ninth district, and then he will be deported and thrown by military vehicles in a certain area of the planned area to survive.
Walking all the way against the cold wind, the duty guard post where the soldiers are located is close at hand.
As soon as Fang gasped, he would go over and push the door.
A middle-aged man in his forties led two children by the roadside and just entered Songjiang territory.