Of course, Bazihu didn't see Song Qian, and his eyes were all about money at the moment. This Yuan Jianguo, who owes 50,000 yuan in gambling debts, borrowed usury from them, and said that he would repay it in a week.

Thinking like this, Bazi Hu leisurely took out a spring fruit knife from his trouser pocket, put it in his palm and slapped it again and again.

Yuan Jianguo, who was still angry, was like a wilting vegetable at the moment, not only did his whole head droop, but his body couldn't stop shaking.

The mouth of eating people is soft, the hands of people are short, and the money owed is not repaid, that is to be repaid by meat......

"Yuan~Jian~Guo~~" The eight-character Hu pulled into a tone and shouted gloomily.

"Big ...... Big brother, a few more days, I'm ...... This interest will be given to you first!" Yuan Jianguo knotted his tongue, took out a wad of banknotes from his pocket, and handed it over tremblingly.

This money was given to him by Yuan Zixin just now. Now, it has become Yuan Jianguo's life-saving money.

"Interest?!" Bazihu glanced at the thin pile of banknotes in Yuan Jianguo's hand, and it was only about a thousand yuan by eyesight, and said disdainfully, "These few yuan, you should send it away?"

When it came to asking for food, the eight-character beard was subconsciously stunned, and those who asked for food can also die now......

"That...... , I don't have so much money with me now, this thousand yuan, buy tea for the two masters to eat, interest and principal, tomorrow, tomorrow will definitely be repaid!" Anyway, he's used to this kind of hiding days.

If it was changed to before, the extra filial piety of 1,000 yuan would not be a small amount, at least, Yuan Jianguo would not have to suffer today. However, the mustache and the bald man, who had been frozen for a day and a night, were not so easy to talk this time. Both of them urgently need to pass on their pain to others.

"Think beautiful!" the mustache shouted, and then flicked the spring fruit knife away with a "snap".

"Poof!" Yuan Jianguo was so frightened that he bent his knees on the spot.

Yuan Jianguo knelt down, and Song Qian and Yuan Zixin, who were originally behind him, were directly exposed in front of the eight-character beard.

I had also seen someone behind Yuan Jianguo before, but Bazihu didn't care at all. You know, they are loan sharks asking for debts, and those who don't want to be implicated should get out of here as soon as possible.

However, when Bazihu was about to be mad at this pair of men and women who "didn't know whether to live or die", he was suddenly stunned.

"Why are you ......" the mustache was frightened and stepped back.

"Hi, I haven't seen you for two days......" Song Qian said hello to the Bazi Hu with a little embarrassment. In this way, how can you make yourself like a plague god?

"Ahh

This originally arrogant usury debt became such an image of a fart in an instant, not to mention that Yuan Jianguo, who was kneeling, and Yuan Zixin, who was unknown, were inexplicable, even Song Qian, who knew the cause and effect, was also a little crying and laughing.

As for the bald man, when he saw that the person in front of him was indeed the man who inexplicably got the two of them into the police station two days ago, he was a little cowardly at the moment, but because of the identity of the eldest brother, he ran away without turning around.

"Boss, okay, give me some money!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the mouth of the alley.

This familiar voice completely crushed the already fragile bald man and mustache. The two of them couldn't care about anything else, so they ran away, and in an instant they were gone.

At the mouth of the alley, on a simple scooter, there was a disabled beggar with the amputation of the lower half of his body, holding a begging bowl with a white porcelain face, with a blank expression: he was just a beggar for food, not for life.

"Let's go. Song Qian grabbed Yuan Zixin's shoulders and pulled her back to reality from surprise.

"Oh......" Yuan Zixin followed Song Qian step by step, and when she passed by Yuan Jianguo's side, she subconsciously stopped, and the expression on her face was a little complicated.

Seeing this, Song Qian bent down, snatched the pile of RMB from Yuan Jianguo's hand, and handed it back to Yuan Zixin's hand.

“…… Give it to him......" Yuan Zixin sighed lightly, took Song Qian's arm, and walked out of the alley quickly. After all, blood is thicker than water, so you can't watch your father really be hacked to death on the street.

Yuan Jianguo slowly got up from the ground and picked up the thousand yuan that Song Qian threw on the ground again, unwilling and full of doubts at the same time: What kind of character is this boyfriend of his daughter?

There are strange things every year, and this year is a lot of them!

However, if you can successfully avoid the two debts today, there is still a thousand yuan in hand, that is also good luck, go to gamble, maybe you can turn over!

Here, Yuan Jianguo threw a thousand yuan, and happily walked towards the casino again, and over there Yuan Zixin and Song Qian had already walked to the main road.

"I'm so sorry. Yuan Zixin let go of Song Qian's hand and said with an embarrassed expression.

"What, I'm sorry?" Song Qian scratched his head. This little girl, shouldn't she have to turn it over and mention it all over the time, it's really embarrassing. If you think about it, you can see that there are all kinds of complex relationships involved. As the saying goes, every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and it is the most difficult to distinguish right from wrong when it comes to housework.

"...... just now" Yuan Zixin really didn't know how to say that her father and her family were the most difficult for her to talk about to the outside world. Therefore, no matter how difficult it is, she never asks for help from outsiders. But obviously, from the conversation between Yuan Jianguo and her just now, the man who had only met for the second time already knew seventy-seven-eighty-eight.

"Didn't you say something was wrong?" Song Qian suddenly asked.

Changing the topic at the right time is a good way to avoid the embarrassment of the girl.

“…… Oh, yes. Yuan Zixin was stunned.

"Well, I have something to do too. Song Qian touched the head of his bird's nest, and later he was going to get a haircut and buy a few clothes. After all, now that there is a money-making task to spread money, one's own consumption no longer has to be carried out through the hands of others.

“…… Okay, then I won't bother you......" Yuan Zixin nodded a little disappointed.

The two then parted.

"Oh yes!"

"Oh yes!"

The two turned back almost at the same time and said in unison.

"You speak first. Yuan Zixin said embarrassedly.

"Ladies first. Song Qian didn't expect that as soon as he turned around, the two happened to collide words.

“…… That one...... What's your name?"

Originally, it was a meeting in Pingshui, and the girl rashly took the initiative to ask the boy's name, which was the first time in Yuan Zixin.

"Song Qian, the Song of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, the modest and modest. Song Qian hurriedly replied.

"Yuan Zixin. ”

"Is it Yuan Shikai's Yuan, the thriving Xin?" Song Qian suddenly blurted out. Since I heard this name yesterday, I felt inexplicably familiar.

"Yes!" Yuan Zixin was sure and surprised at the same time, "I thought you would ask which 'Zi', Mu Xin 'Zi'." Oh yes, what did you just want to say?"

"Hmm......" Song Qian was in a trance for a while, thinking that it was probably because the strength of the wine had not yet eased up, and he returned to his senses, "The matter of Coke has made you have a heart." ”