Chapter 217 The Masses Who Eat Melons
Qiao Shaofeng's mother was still immersed in the joy of wanting to make Qianmo lose face and make Qianmo lose money, so she didn't listen to Qianmo's words at all. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info She repeatedly YY was watched by everyone, and the scene pointed out by Qianfu, forgetting the pain of a broken arm, the more she thought about it, the more beautiful she laughed.
"Auntie, your arm doesn't hurt anymore, if you don't go to the hospital, your arm will be useless. Qian Mo coldly interrupted Qiao Shaofeng's mother's reverie beside him.
"Well, it's time to hurry. Qiao Shaofeng's mother rolled on the ground as she spoke, "Help, the little girl hit someone!"
"Please let me go, I'm almost old enough to be your mother, you can't do this to me!"
Qiao Shaofeng's mother shouted happily on the ground.
"Qianmo hurry up, otherwise you will be unclear in a while. I hurriedly reminded her in Qianmo's ear.
"It's okay, I used stealth when I was chatting with her just now, only she can see me, and no one else can see me, you can rest assured. Qian Mo had an expression that was not a big deal to see the excitement.
The passers-by walking in the community, the aunt dancing in the square, and the senior melon-eating crowd who like to watch the lively crowd poured over to Qiao Shaofeng's mother, and they watched the performance of the proprietress of Qiao Qiao's group while discussing: "Is Mrs. Qiao evil?"
"Look at that look in that look like it's quite clear, don't you look like you've been evil?"
"I'm practicing the technique of touching porcelain, isn't Lao Qiao's business not very good recently, and their family is ready to change careers?"
"Let's take a look at it from a distance, and it won't be good for her to roll over to us in a while, and it won't be good to get bloody. ”
"It's so lively, do you want to invite a reporter to come and make her famous?"
"I still use reporters these days, I have already posted the video on the Internet, you see this click-through rate is rising!"
"It's such a lively thing, I have to call my wife to come and see. ”
"Well, I'm going to call my friend too. ”
Everyone began to take out their mobile phones and call for friends. In less than ten minutes, the crowd swarmed in, and reporters, who have always had a sensitive nose, also ran over with their cameras on their shoulders.
Seeing more and more people coming around, Qiao Shaofeng's mother endured the pain very dedicatedly, pointed at Qianmo and cried with a handful of snot and tears: "Everyone give me a comment, this little girl is not good at a young age, and she seduces my son to fall in love with her, I just said a few words to her, and she beat me with a dead hand, you look at my arm, you look at my hand, this is all beaten by her." ”
Qian Mo smiled contemptuously, pretending to fight back and raised her hand, Qiao Shaofeng's mother thought that Qian Mo was really going to make a move, so she screamed and protected her face with that good hand, she didn't know that the people around her couldn't see Qian Mo, she shouted loudly: "Look, everyone, in front of so many of you, she still wants to beat me, is there justice in this world?"
"This Mrs. Qiao is not lightly ill!"
"Got caught up in the demons, right?"
"What kind of demon is on the body, it's delusional or not, it's what we usually call mental illness. ”
"Psychotic, then I have to stay away from her, I heard that mental patients have infinite strength when they have seizures, and it is not appropriate to hit us again. ”
"Didn't you tell her family to come and pick her up?"
"Let's notify, you don't have a mobile phone yourself, why don't you not?"
"This is not good news, if I inform Boss Qiao, he will hold a grudge. ”
"Knowing this, let's inform you, you're a bad heart!"
The surrounding melon-eating crowd couldn't see Qianmo thinking that Mrs. Qiao had really become mentally ill, and couldn't understand what they were talking about, in front of her, their discussions went from small to large, and finally they talked unscrupulously, they eagerly commented on Mrs. Qiao, discussing the secrets of the Qiao family's old sesame rotten grain.
At this time, Mrs. Qiao was ashamed as if she had stripped off her shirt in front of everyone, she finally realized her recklessness, she wrapped her whole head in a scarf, stood up, patted the dirt on her body, and said with a strong attitude: "I will let you go first today, you go home and wait for my lawyer's letter, this time I must let you go around without food, I will make you lose your family." ”
"Okay, I'll wait for you, as long as you can show evidence to prove that you broke your arm by me, I'll pay you money. Qian Mo said in a secret language in Mrs. Qiao's ear.
"How could I have no proof?" Mrs. Qiao confidently pointed at the surrounding melon-eating crowd and said: "He, she, him, and they can all testify to me, and the reporter friend also has a video, which is all evidence." ”
Qian Mo held back a smile and stared at Mrs. Qiao with very sincere eyes: "I am always waiting for the arrival of your lawyer and this group of enthusiastic audiences. ”
Mrs. Qiao didn't see Qianmo's scared expression, she didn't receive the expected sense of achievement, she felt very angry, she yelled at Qianmo hysterically: "You little prostitute, you vixen, I want you to remember that offending me will not end well---------------。 ”
The elegant and intellectual Mrs. Qiao instantly turned into a shrew, she was annoyed, she hated, she spilled.
The melon-eating crowd who originally saw Mrs. Qiao stand up and thought that the plot was coming to an end, saw the plot change abruptly, and the crying wind turned into a shrew style, and the ups and downs of the plot made them excited.
"I didn't expect Mrs. Qiao to have such a strong side. ”
"If this ability is used on porcelain, ordinary people really can't resist it. ”
"It's a pity, I used to be a kind person, but now I'm so crazy, I don't know what stimulated me. ”
"What else can be stimulated, what can a woman of this age stimulate her is nothing more than that their old Qiao is looking for a junior outside. A melon-eating crowd said with deep experience.
"Tell me how old is the junior that Lao Qiao is looking for? Suddenly, the attention of the surrounding melon-eating crowd was attracted by Boss Qiao's Xiaomi's matter, and the reporter next to him was also waiting to listen to the gossip with a gossip expression.
Mrs. Joe's voice was lowered, and she pricked up her ears to eavesdrop on her husband's gossip.
The melon-eating crowd, who successfully became the focus of people's attention, swept the eager expressions of the surrounding crowd very proudly, and said slowly: " In fact, Lao Qiao has Xiaomi, this thing is still I accidentally discovered, last year when I went to Shenyi Hotel to do business, I saw Lao Qiao holding a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, there was a smile from the inside, when Lao Qiao's eyes, that expression, said that he had not stolen the fishy ghost to believe, since then I began to pay attention to Lao Qiao, this year more than a year I often see Lao Qiao and the girl from a villa in our community. ”
"Buying a villa in the same community as the original partner and the junior, Lao Qiao's courage is so big!" A melon-eating crowd exclaimed.