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"Grandma!" Lin Qingyu rushed over excitedly and saved the old man.
"Hey girl, grandma's body was almost torn apart by you." Although the old man scolded her, his face was full of doting.
"Where's grandpa?" Lin Qingyu stuck out her little tongue and said.
"The old man heard that you were coming back, so he went to the street to buy vegetables early in the morning, counting the time, he will be back soon," the old woman laughed.
Putting all the things in the car into the house, Lin Qingyu's father suddenly said helplessly, "Qingyu, just now when uncles and aunts greeted you, why didn't you respond? It's so rude!"
"Huh! I don't want to talk to them, don't tell me you didn't hear that we haven't gone far, they say we are bankrupt, in debt, and even being chased and killed. It's ridiculous. Our family is just It’s just that the funding chain is broken.”
Speaking of this, Lin Qingyu was filled with anger.
"Hey..." Father Lin sighed, wanting to reprimand him, but he was reluctant.
Seeing this, Lin Qingyu rushed into the main room with a snort, and locked the door.
Not long after, Lin Qingyu's grandfather came back, and just as Lin Qingyu was about to open the door, the voices of his grandfather and father's conversation reached Lin Qingyu's ears.
To put it simply, Lin Qingyu's father runs a full-line factory, and when buying materials, he always pays first, but for the next family, he can pay later after the goods arrive.
Years ago, he received a huge order from a well-known domestic company. Lin's father put a lot of capital on it, and even mortgaged those houses.
But in the end, the other party suddenly went bankrupt. This time, the family property was drained, and even the wages of the workers did not know how to get it out.
Now it's not just as simple as a broken capital chain, the factory is basically destroyed.
After a while, Lin's father was going to sell the factory, and the money from the sale would be repaid, leaving a few million dollars left.
I'm tired, and I'm not ready to break out, just be a rich man in my hometown, and then find a good husband's house for Xiao Yu.
Although Father Lin said it lightly, at the end, there was some faint crying.
Behind the door, Lin Qingyu's small anger towards his father dissipated in an instant, and his eyes were foggy.
Suddenly, she thought of holding the book in her arms all the time, although she didn't believe what Ye Zhen said before, because it was amazing.
But after all, I couldn't bear my curiosity, and I opened the book cover, and the title of the book appeared in front of me instantly.
"Teng!"
Lin Qingyu's face turned red in an instant, because the name of the book was Jin Ping Mei and the illustrations on the cover were extremely explicit.
"Snapped!"
The book fell to the ground, Lin Qingyu held back for a long time, and then softly uttered "Rogue!"
But after a while, Lin Qingyu looked down at the book again, wondering if Ye Zhen had made a mistake, because no matter how you looked at it, Ye Zhen didn't look like this kind of person.
Chapter 307 Missing a gatekeeper (explosive update,!)
It's hard to say, although the real time to get along is not long.
Lin Qingyu committed himself to picking up Jin Ping Mei from the ground, and wiped off the dust on the back.
Suddenly, the little girl locked the door completely, then took off her little shoes, sat on the bed, her legs were covered by a thin quilt, her upper body leaned against the head of the bed, her face was flushed, and she slowly opened the book cover.
However, after Lin Qingyu opened the first page with various emotions, what caught his eyes was not something unsightly, but a line of words.
"You look pleasing to the eye, do you a favor, call this number"
It's just such a line, and below it is the phone number.
Slightly stunned for a moment, Lin Qingyu turned back, and it turned out to be blank, nothing.
"Well, you just used this cover to deceive Miss Ben." Lin Qingyu said tenderly, but her heart was very warm.
Looking at the phone number, he hesitated again and again, but remembering his father's helpless crying just now, Lin Qingyu gritted his teeth and dialed the phone number.
Not long after, Lin Qingyu hangs up the phone in a daze, and after a while, puts on her shoes quickly, opens the door, and finds her father who is cooking a pot in the kitchen.
"Dad, don't cook yet, come pick up someone with me."
When the time went back to three hours ago, Ye Zhen bought more than a dozen cups of milk tea and put them in the trunk to keep warm. He went to sit on the old bench under the musical fountain in the center of the square.
Every time I sit here and look at the fountain that changes shape in front of me following the rhythm of the music, my heart will be extraordinarily peaceful.
But this time, before Ye Zhen sat down, the recliner was already occupied.
He looks about 50 to [-] years old, with white hair in most of his cut-length hair, a dirty military coat, and a dirty face and hands.
However, what attracted Ye Zhen's instant attention was not the opponent's much stronger body bones than ordinary people, and the calluses on the tiger's mouth and index finger, but the decadence in this person's eyes.
Sitting on the bench, with his head down and motionless, if he didn't breathe smoothly, he would have thought he was a dead person.
After not sitting for a while, Ye Zhen suddenly got up and left, but not long after, Ye Zhen came back again, holding a plastic bag in his hand, which was full of steamed buns, and exuded heat and fragrance.
Sitting back in his seat again, this time, the homeless man responded, but he only glanced at Ye Zhen, or the steamed bun that Ye Zhen was carrying, and then turned his gaze away.
Under the lure of the fragrance, my stomach growled more and more.
Ye Zhen handed the bag to the homeless man, and said softly, "It's cold, eat while it's hot, and here's a cup of milk tea."
Saying that, Ye Zhen put the bag in the homeless man's arms, and put a cup of milk tea beside him.
I don't know if the calluses in my hands are too thick, and the steamed buns just out of the cage are hot, but I don't feel anything, I just turned my head and looked at Ye Zhen with doubtful eyes.
"Eat it, there is no medicine in it, and I'm not an organ trafficker," Ye Zhen whispered.
"Thank you"
The hoarse two words came out, and the tramp didn't think it was too hot, so he ate one bite at a time.
Ye Zhen couldn't help but want to taste the taste of homeless people's food.
"Let me have a taste?" Ye Zhen looked at the homeless man and whispered.
Hearing this, the homeless man froze for a moment, glanced at Ye Zhen, then without saying a word, put the bag between the two of them, and motioned Ye Zhen to take it by himself, his hands were dirty.
Ye Zhen tasted one, and it was just like that, or this steamed bun is a rare delicacy in the world for homeless people.
"You should be from the army, and you're from the special forces." Suddenly, Ye Zhen whispered.
Hearing Ye Zhen's words, the homeless man's body tensed instantly, Ye Zhen could see clearly, he gathered his body together in an instant, ready to go like a fully drawn longbow.
Just for a moment, the homeless man relaxed and didn't reply to Ye Zhen's words, but his eyes became more depressed.
"It's not on a special mission, it's because you've been wounded and discharged, and you've committed the old problems of veterans?" Ye Zhen whispered.