The real daughter, she is a Buddhist boss

Chapter 137
The sound of hawking on the side of the road brought back Hua Wei's thoughts. She followed the sound and approached Auntie Yao's booth, and silently picked a few oranges to pay for and left.

After walking two more steps, the scent she smelled at the tip of her nose attracted her to another stall.

When she finally walked out of this street, she had already carried five or six bags in her hand, including the breakfast buns she bought with soy milk, the roasted sweet potatoes from her aunt, the hand-woven ducks bought at the street stall, and even a small half of them. watermelon.

In this way, Hua Wei had three bags on his left hand and three bags on his right hand, and was slowly peeling and eating an ugly orange.

Seeing this scene, the old man walking his dog greeted her cheerfully: "Hey, the little girl is pretty good at eating."

She chewed the orange and smiled, and walked slowly to another street.

The shop where Sang Jing ordered clothes for her was in the shopping mall on the next street. Although it was just across the street, the two situations were very different.

The bustling high-rise buildings and a wide variety of commodities made the small street she had just walked through look like a slum.

The slightly sour orange petals in her mouth made her frown uncontrollably, and when she was about to walk to the garbage station not far away, she heard insults and beatings coming from the alley.

This awakened the very bad memory in Hua Wei's heart.

"Didn't you be quite capable before? We were still in the top ten of our grades. We Eldest Young Master Song used to be so cold and cold. He didn't even look at mere mortals like us when we walked on the road!"

"That's right, Sister Li confessed to you to save face. I heard that you refused before. You are really shameless, you bastard!"

After these words came a hoarse youthful voice, and said with a slightly unsteady breath: "If you don't like her and don't refuse, are you still hanging on?"

"boom"

The fist hammered hard on the body, and the boy was severely beaten and fell to the ground.

"Do you think you are still the old young master? What are you pretending to do here? Who in this land doesn't know the news of your family's bankruptcy?" Then he scolded angrily: "I've seen a lot of you young masters with high-sighted eyes, isn't it just because you were born in a rich family that your life is better than others, what's so great about it?"

"It's humiliating for Sister Li to be a dog like you, boy, I'll stop talking about it today. No matter which milk tea shop you go to work in, I'll hit you every time I see you!"

The young man who was lying on the ground and being beaten raised his hand with difficulty and rubbed the corners of his bleeding lips, and suddenly opened his mouth and smiled: "Do you-he-do you-think-you-are-old? You-his- It's a bitch!"

The little gangster was even more angry when he heard this, and he didn't expect this young man who had always been silent to dare to talk back and insult them like this, the anger in his eyes was condensed into substance.

A group of people geared up, ready to beat the young man who was paralyzed and panting heavily in order to relieve their hatred.

Hua Wei, who was in the corner of the wall after listening for a long time, shook his head helplessly, threw the last piece of sour orange into his mouth, and frowned again because of the sourness.

——Auntie’s mouth is very sweet, and the oranges are really sour.

Just when Hua Wei rolled up her sleeves and was about to join the battlefield, she suddenly remembered the identity she had just obtained.

She seems to be a teacher of the people.

If something happened here today to let her identity be revealed, she probably wouldn't need to investigate this trouble, and just pack up her things and go back to the seventh district and wait for the dangerous area to kill her.

(End of this chapter)