Leftover Girl Crossing: King Leng's Stand-in Concubine

Chapter 739 Establishing Words as Evidence ①

When they arrived at the restaurant, they asked for a private seat on the second floor, and the little ones skillfully ordered their favorite food.

Although there are all kinds of delicacies in the palace, it is still new for them to eat out, so they are very happy to eat.

Suddenly there was a yelling from downstairs, beggars, get away.

Qingqing opened the gauze curtain and looked outside, how could it be him, the person who looks like Lin Mingyang, didn't I already give him money that day to start a small business.

Why is he still here like a beggar.

Forget it, leave it alone.

Seeing that face so similar made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Seeing the two little guys eating happily, Qingqing reminded you two to eat slowly and don't choke.

He only heard the shouting outside getting louder, and he refused to leave, so Xiao Er beat and kicked him hard, very pitiful.

Qingqing thinks that he can't be saved just because he looks like him, and he draws his sword to help when the road is injustice.

So he ordered his entourage to go down and see what happened.

Go down with the entourage and come back in a while and say, the beggar said he wanted to see you.

Qingqing frowned slightly, how could he know that he was here.

He ordered, you go and give him some silver and let him go.

The servant did as he was told.

But I heard the people downstairs yelling, madam, please come down and meet me!

Qingqing was afraid that if he kept shouting like this, there would be troubles, so she told Humane to go down and let him come up.

After a while, he came up with his attendants, and when he saw Qingqing, he took out the ingot of gold from his bosom very excitedly, and handed it to Qingqingdao, "I can't take this gold back if you take it back. I'm a dignified seven-foot man, I can't." Receive alms from women.

Looking at him Qingqing, he has a lot of backbone.

It's just that there is no tyranny and domineering Lin Mingyang in his eyes.

Qingqing smiled and said, I never said that this money was for charity, I lent it to you, you have to work hard to make money, and I want you to return it to me with interest after one year.

As she spoke, Qingqing stretched out her hand to take the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the small table on one side, and set up the words as evidence.

He froze for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

Qingqing is Dao, a handsome man of seven feet, doesn't he have such confidence in himself?

(End of this chapter)