The whole network is eating me and the CP of the e-sports wild king

Chapter 357 Fifty thousand strings, why don't you grab it?

While chatting, the master and servant walked to the South Street. The gathering was lively with people coming and going, most of them were oriental faces.

The vendors on both sides of the street were quiet, but there happened to be a little boy who yelled loudly: "Selling red tea, selling red tea, selling red tea."

The little boy is about 1.3 meters tall, and the fat face of the baby looks like he is only four or five years old. His body and face are dirty, but his black eyes are extremely deep, shining like stars Bright, thick crow eyelashes falling down to form a beautiful shadow, a straight nose, and facial features that look like a mixed race, but more like an oriental.

But there is a small feature, that is, there is a small mole under the corner of the mouth.

Jiang Ci thought, this child will look good after washing his face.

Out of curiosity, Jiang Ci walked over, and the little boy's booth was full of all kinds of red grapes, and the quality was pretty good.

Jiang Ci turned his head slightly to look, and the little boy was stepping on a small bench because he was too short to reach the booth.

Come out to earn money to support your family at such a young age? ?

Seeing how pitiful he was, Jiang Ci kindly asked: "Little friend, how old are you?"

The boy looked at Jiang Ci suspiciously, and frowned: "Are you a man or a woman?"

Jiang Ci was dressed in black, with a cool wolf tail, he was really more handsome than a man, and he followed Anya, a female subordinate, probably the little boy thought they were a couple.

The little boy's proficiency in Chinese surprised Jiang Ci a little, and she said patiently: "Female."

In an instant, the boy's expression relaxed, probably because he felt that he was no match for an adult male.

Then he extended five fingers to Jiang Ci, and said with certainty, "[-] strings."

? ?
Anya was startled, and her tone couldn't help but rise, "Why don't you go grab it?"

The little boy pouted, "My red grape is different from other people's. Eating it can prolong your life and keep your youth forever. But it's true, no one wants such a fierce sister no matter how beautiful she is."

Anya: .
Anya is a pure Westerner, with a high nose and deep eyes. He struggled in the hail of bullets, which made his aura a little colder, so he looked fierce when he was not smiling.

Jiang Ci chuckled, he hadn't answered the question just now, "Little friend, how old are you? Why did you come out to set up a stall to make money at such a young age? Where are your parents?"

As for Jiang Ci, he was not polite, and said venomously: "You are really long-winded, why do you look like an old woman at a young age to check people's household registration?"

"But for the sake of how handsome you are, even though you're still a little bit worse than me, I'll tell you mercifully."

"I am five years old this year, and my parents said they want me to support myself, so they left me here."

???

Anya said casually, "Then you are an orphan?"

The little boy shook his finger, but his cute head moved accordingly, "NONONO, my parents are not dead yet, although I also hope that the old man will die sooner, so that I can inherit his property sooner."

Mentioning this matter, the little boy rested his chin in annoyance. Since he was born, he was thrown out by his own father. The number of times he can see his mother is very few. He is almost like an orphan.

The old man told him that as long as he could earn one billion, he would let him see his mother.

"Hey." Involuntarily, the little boy sighed deeply.

Seeing that he is really cute and sensible, he can still be so optimistic after being thrown away, his courage is commendable, Jiang Ci touched his head with his hand, "Look at you so funny, I bought all these red mentions, how much is it?" ?”

"Really bought all of them?" The little boy's eyes flashed brightly, full of joy.

Jiang Ci nodded, "Yes."

"You wait, I'll count." As he said that, the boy counted seriously, "One string, two strings, three strings."

"A total of thirty strings, one hundred and five hundred thousand."

Anya couldn't help cursing, she had been with Jiang Ci for a long time, and she didn't feel out of place when she spoke Chinese, "Fuck! Is this red grape inlaid with gold?"

　Tiantian hopes that his own father will die soon and inherit his property soon

　　Absolutely, big filial son hhhhh
　　
　
(End of this chapter)