Chapter 942 Angel Girl (1)

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After a farce, Yang Zimei and Xia Mo continued to prepare the barbecue ingredients.

However, Xia Mo has been angry all the time, scolding how the auntie can be so shameless.

"Hehe, it's all over, that kind of person, why should we waste our words?"

Yang Zimei smiled.

"As long as you take good care of me, it's me who doesn't take her to the police station. I'm definitely not reconciled. It's just too much. By the way, what did she mean by 100 million Guan Zhongtongpan?"

Xia Mo asked curiously.

Yang Zimei roughly recounted what happened.

"Bah, there are people like this. If you hadn't found out, wouldn't the copper plate be used as a cat-feeding plate? What's more, the man who helped her treat her was so embarrassed to ask for it back, and now I even think about it. It's shameless to ask you to touch porcelain."

After Xia Mo heard this, he scolded angrily.

"It's understandable what happened in the past. After all, I also have some unkindness, but I have already returned everything to her, and it is a bit unbelievable that I want to take advantage of me now."

Yang Zimei shook his head.

"Let's ignore her, anyway, this kind of person will definitely not have a good end." Xia Mo saw some indignant expressions on Yang Zimei's face, and turned back to comfort her.

"Well, it's just a small disturbance. Let's go buy chicken wings and drumsticks."

The two came to the chicken stall and heard the proprietress scolding a girl who was about eight years old.

"You bastard, why are you so stupid? You steal my mother's chicken every day and give it to those beggars on the street. What the hell is going on? Don't you know it's not easy for my mother to make a few dollars a day?"

The girl pouted, lowered her head aggrievedly, and whispered, "Those beggars are pitiful without food. Anyway, we sell a lot of leftovers every day."

"What's the matter with us if they don't have food? Who cares if we don't have food? Why does my mother work so hard to make money? Isn't it because I can make enough money early to help you heal your face?"

The proprietress reached out her hand and patted the girl's head angrily, "I've seen someone so stupid, but I've never seen you so stupid. Take the things from your own home to others. Next time you dare to do this, I won't be able to spare you!"

The girl bit her lip and said nothing.

Yang Zimei looked at the face in front of her that had been scalded by fire, leaving a large unsightly scar, which made her originally beautiful face look a bit hideous.

Yang Zimei will never forget this face.

In the last life, if she had a friend, it was the girl in front of her.

In countless hungry nights, it was she who brought the steaming chicken drumsticks and wings for herself to eat, and chatted with her, looking at her eyes full of compassion.

"Sister Zimei, we are all miserable, you are homeless, my face is so ugly, no one wants to play with me, my mother originally planned to make enough money to help me perform surgery, but After giving birth to my younger brother, she refused to help me do it, saying that it would cost tens of thousands of dollars and I couldn't do it. My younger brother also called me ugly every day, and my classmates laughed at me. We are all poor people."

The girl, who was seventeen at the time, often said to her very sadly.

Yang Zimei was also very sad.

Although the girl in front of her has an ugly face, in the eyes of the homeless people in City A, she is an angel.

She often brings food, especially chicken that everyone can't eat often, for everyone to eat, so that everyone can satisfy their appetite.

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