Chapter 1122 Nausea, Want to Sleep

"Who wants to become a family with you?" Huang Ling said coldly with disdain.

The old man stretched out his hand and asked Huang Ling for money: "Give me eighty yuan, the taxi fare."

Huang Ling saw that the phone was still in his hand, so she compromised and took out a hundred-yuan bill from her trouser pocket.

She stuffed it heavily into the old man's hand: "Give me one hundred, you're welcome, please return the phone to me!"

After the old man took the money, he naturally returned the phone to her.

Taking the mobile phone, Huang Ling returned the sack to him: "Take care of your belongings, you can go back wherever you came from, if you don't send them, go slowly!"

After speaking, Huang Ling turned around and strode away.

"What a lovely girl." The old man looked at Huang Ling's back, with a kind smile in his eyes.

Huang Ling walked too fast, her stomach stretched, following her steps, as if she was throwing it up and down, and after a while, it started to hurt.

It was a sharp pain, and she had to stop, holding her stomach with her hands.

His face was twisted into a ball due to the pain, and he said with hatred: "Stinky old man, he really hit the mark, his stomach is so full that it is about to explode."

Just by looking at her like this from behind, the old man knew that she had a stomachache.

The old man shook his head, "You poor girl, your body is too weak, you need to practice."

Huang Ling just stood there for a while, and after the pain subsided, she walked slowly towards Gu's Building.

It wasn't until her shadow was far away that the old man took out his mobile phone from his body and dialed a number.

In French, he gritted his teeth and said: "Scar cream, you don't want it!"

"Dear grandpa, you have made her so miserable, I don't know you for three minutes is not too much. Now it's more than three minutes, I know you."

"See, it's a very rude girl."

"The scar on the face—"

"The scar cream developed by your cousin can make her scars fade away, so she doesn't need cosmetic surgery."

"That's good."

"Anyone who cares about appearance is superficial."

"..."

"Hmph! That girl is just like what your mommy said, interesting and easy to chat with."

"Being able to pass my grandfather's eyes proves that I have a good vision."

"Hmph! Compared with Aina, it's far behind."

"Grandpa, I went swimming and died."

"Brat."

When I said brat, I couldn't help but think of the old man.

Thinking of the smelly old man, the old man couldn't help laughing.

On the side of the road, a sanitation worker passed by with a cleaning cart.

The old man waved to him, and said in non-standard K dialect: "Come here, I'll give you the bottle."

The sanitation worker stopped and walked towards him.

The old man lifted the sack with one arm, and he didn't have to drag it as hard as Huang Ling did.

He handed it to the sanitation worker: "It's full of Coke cans and mineral water bottles."

The sanitation worker looked at the old man: "You don't want it?"

The old man smiled boldly: "No, it's too heavy."

The sanitation guard took it and smiled, "Then I'll take it, thanks."

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Overeating, Huang Ling sat in her seat all afternoon and didn't want to move.

Also dozed off.

She hugged her abdomen, laying on the table, and murmured: "I don't have to eat for three days. It's so uncomfortable. I want to vomit but can't vomit. I haven't digested much after eating hawthorn."

Song Wuyou, who was sitting in front of her, handed her a box of Jianweixiaoshi tablets: "Take this and see."

"Don't eat, sweet ones, I smell sweet ones now, and I feel like throwing up." Huang Ling lay there lazily, "I really want to sleep."