Black-bellied husband, come in a bowl

Chapter 141 The Days of Fleeing (5)

Nangong Yunxiu swears again, he thought for a while: "If you treat me as a friend, help me find someone to borrow the 5 million. If I have to bear anything, I must go back to W City tonight."

"How did you come back?"

"I'm going back on my friend's private jet."

"Since this is possible, why didn't you come back before?
"It's not that my mother threatened me with the Qian family. Now that something has happened, who cares about my mother? You can pick me up later by car." Nangong Yunxiu hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

He called the head of the princess's bodyguard, and after telling her where she was, he hung up the phone, called a taxi, and drove to his friend's residence...

Small town.

If there is one thing that the Qian family's father and daughter are most powerful, it is definitely the ability to survive.

In front of the only high school in the small town, a small stall has a very busy business. This is a roadside fried noodle stall. The sound of the spatula touching the cauldron, coupled with a girl's yelling, became A scene at the gate of the school these days.

"Father, two servings of fried vermicelli." The girl's voice was crisp.

"That's good." The middle-aged man responded, starting the fire, adding oil, and a series of actions in one go.

A few minutes later, two servings of hot fried vermicelli were ready. The girl in a simple skirt quickly packed the vermicelli and handed it to the high school students waiting at the side.

"Father, business is going well today." Qian Manman smiled until her eyes became crescent moons, counting the money while talking.

"Your father is a good crafter!" Qian Jinlu took a towel and wiped his sweat.

"Of course I can do business." Qian Manman boasted, and handed Qian Jinlu a bottle of mineral water.

Qian Jinlu took it and took a big sip. He looked at Qian Manman, who was also sweating, and sighed, "Manman, you and I have suffered."

"How could it be? I feel very happy." Qian Manman wiped off her sweat and looked at Qian Jinlu: "I think it's hard to be rich, it seems that I don't have the luxury of being rich." Fate, hehe..."

"Daughter, you silly daughter." Qian Jinlu looked at his daughter distressedly.

"You silly old man." Qian Manman responded.

After the two finished speaking, they smiled at each other, sat on the small stool, and waited for the next order.

(End of this chapter)