"What are you talking about," Leng Ji immediately showed a puzzled expression, but in fact, he had already reached into the pocket of his coat with one hand and touched the frosted coins inside, but he refused to take them out. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"You're the guy their boss is looking for," the hoarse voice was a little lower, and the old man's eyes became straight as he watched her small movements, as well as the big bill in her pocket that showed a slight red corner.

"Huh?" Leng Ji was stunned for a moment, the expression on his face did not change, pretending not to understand his words, but he was a little surprised in his heart by the sensitivity of this old man.

"Don't pretend," the old man looked at Leng Ji's appearance, guessing that she was pretending to be stupid and didn't want to give money, and then looking at her innocent eyes, he didn't get angry. "Since last night, none of that fat man's men have been paying attention to you. ”

In the blink of an eye, Leng Ji probably guessed that the fat man had already put spying on himself in the first place since last night.

The old man looked at Leng Ji and still didn't react after listening to his words, his innocent little eyes were still blinking desperately there, if he hadn't grabbed her by himself, it was estimated that Leng Ji would have gone out of this courtyard without looking back.

The old man gritted his teeth, took advantage of his height, and then carefully observed the face under the brim of his hat in the cold season, just like in his memory, the fair face of the melon seed face, he was more convinced that he did not recognize the wrong person, and as a result, he was more sure in his heart that the expression of the cold season must be pretended to be now.

Stretching out his hand, the old man shook the three hairs on his head, held the Aoi fan with one hand, and skillfully used the fan to block the action of his other hand reaching into the cold season pocket to grab money.

"Hey ......" Faced with this old man's personality of treating money as his life, the black line on his face in the cold season took a step back, hurriedly covered the money in his coat, and took out two banknotes and stuffed them into the old man's hands.

By touching it just now, the cold season felt that the money in the pocket of the coat had become thinner, and without thinking about it, I knew that the old man must have taken advantage of his sleep to go a little.

I can't estimate how much it is missing in the cold season, after all, I don't know how much money is in it, and now it is impossible to take out the money and count it one by one in front of the old man.

"What are you doing? The big man who was carrying the wine obviously noticed their small movements, turned his head, and was already suspicious of the cold season, and saw them tossing and turning there, and he was even more puzzled.

"Get my money back. When he received the money, the old man was obviously satisfied, stopped his movements, stood in place and held the fan obliquely, and looked at the two coins with a smile while touching them in a lewd posture.

After eating the cold season, he didn't dare to look up, the old man always felt a little little little bit when he touched the two thin coins in his hand, raised the corners of his mouth, and the old man showed an obscene smile.

"And so. ”

Knowing that the big man was still looking at him, he didn't dare to raise his head in the cold season, so he could only lower his head and roll his eyes, silently despising the old man's behavior of falling into the well and crossing the river to draw the board.

Gritting his teeth, with a suspicious and treacherous gaze, Leng Ji groped in his pocket twice, and finally found a relatively small one from the stack of banknotes, pulled it out distressedly, and stuffed it into the old man's hand.

Raising his hand, the old man finally showed his satisfied smile again, and the hand holding Leng Ji finally let go, and he was satisfied with this amount.

In the next second, when the old man saw the coin stuffed in the cold season, he didn't need to look up, and he could feel the contemptuous gaze of the old man after seeing the small coin in the cold season.

Sure enough, when the old man saw the number written in the big words on the coin, his beard turned crooked.

Leng Ji took two steps towards the door, the old man followed behind him angrily, Dahan was familiar with the old man's character, looking at Leng Ji's reaction and the old man's face, he was obviously used to his obviously slanderous behavior, and seeing his obscene actions, it was estimated that he would continue to slander, and Dahan could only shake his head helplessly.

The voice of Dahan re-commanding came from his ears, and after a sneak glance, Dahan once again took his attention away from Leng Ji.

Silently relieved, he was finally able to lift his head slightly.

As soon as he relaxed, he saw the old man who sold wine once again flicking the three hairs on the top of his head and following him with a dissatisfied face.

After a pause, Leng Ji touched the pile of coins in his pocket, which was quite thick, and thought about taking out another one to send him away, and walked to the door, the moment the money was about to be taken out, Leng Ji suddenly changed his attention again.

The old man turned his head in amazement, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the big man who was still under the tree.

Carrying the cold season, Dahan stood next to the pile of osmanthus cakes, pointed fingers at his subordinates, and took a few pieces and put them in his mouth, not worrying that his stealing food would be discovered by the old man.

Knowing that the person's focus was not here, Leng Ji exhaled again, took out another big bill from his pocket, bowed his head slightly, and said to the old man.

"How did you recognize that?" lowered his voice slightly, and Leng Ji tried to speak in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Huh?" Faced with Leng Ji's sudden question, the old man couldn't react a little, his eyes looked straight at the hundred-yuan bill in Leng Ji's hand, and he instantly thought of something.

"Hee-hee," smiled modestly, looked left and right twice, and looked quite vigilant.

After making sure that no one around had noticed, the old man unceremoniously took the banknote in Leng Ji's hand and touched the texture of the coin twice before replying, "It's strange that you can't recognize your face that covers most of its side and is covered in blood." ”

Leng Ji's face froze, and she suddenly realized that she was dressed now, and it was really eye-catching to walk on the street.

But why did no one suspect her when she walked down the street before......

"......" spoke, and as soon as Leng Ji wanted to ask his own question, the old man stretched out his hand, rubbing his index finger and thumb alternately twice, clearly thinking that she wanted money.

Gritting his teeth, Leng Ji touched the not too thick pile of money in his pocket, touched a banknote, and put it in the old man's hand.

"Why, no one even doubted before I walked down the street. Before the big man turned his head, Leng Ji asked in a low tone and not very good attitude.

"Just because no one pointed you out doesn't mean they don't suspect it," the old man fanned his own Aoi fan and looked at Leng Ji with disdain, "Besides, there are bloody brawls everywhere in this kind of scattered town, and it's not worth doubting that it's just covered in blood." ”

"......" looked at his disdainful eyes, and Leng Ji wanted to refute two sentences, but after thinking about it, he felt that he was right.

Never mind...... Don't get tangled,

Or it is more important to go to the black market to replenish ammunition.

Comfort yourself in the cold season.

"You have to be careful," the old man gave two words of advice to the cold season in passing, probably for the sake of money, "too blatant...... It's still going to be targeted. ”

"Blatant?" was about to step out of the threshold, and when he heard the old man's words, the footsteps of the cold season paused again.

"That's the kind of thing," the old man touched the three hairs on his head, pretending to be very wise, "if you do it openly and murderously, it will scare the children." ”