Fu Mo waited for a long time and didn't wait for 1973 to take the initiative to solve it, anxiously she endured the dissatisfaction in her heart, and spoke again: "What to do now, you are fast, otherwise we will have to spend time here today." ”

1973 snorted arrogantly and said nonchalantly: [The wallet and mobile phone are still there, you just leave them out now, there is a trash can two steps to the left.] ]

Don't know how to throw away such a simple solution? Its executors are so stupid and stupid that it's no wonder they've always been poor.

1973 was still muttering and complaining about Fu Hui, and Fu Wei walked to the trash can, first threw the half-drunk mineral water bottle into it, and when she reached out and touched the purse in her pocket, she hesitated again.

It's not a water bottle with water still in it, it's money.

Fu Mo stood in the trash can and thought for a while, and finally someone came over to throw away the garbage, so Fu Mo gave up his position and said to 1973 while walking: "Forget it, I still don't lose it, anyway, no one else knows about the things on me, so I just started crying." ”

1973 replied lightly and began its tsundere journey.

Fu Wei is not lost for anything else, but simply imprinted in the depths of the soul of reluctance.

Although the client is not short of money, if she wants to make such a thing as losing the money, no one can do it, right?

She didn't wait too long, and began her journey of squeezing tears, fortunately, the client's tear glands were developed, and Fu Mo brewed her emotions, but in a minute, her eyes were filled with clear and transparent liquid, and the waves were spinning.

"Woo woo woo, my wallet is missing, woo woo woo..." Fu Wei walked slowly towards the entrance of the train station, and finally squatted next to the aunt who sold newspapers in the memory of the trustee, crying aggrieved and helplessly.

From time to time, passers-by threw curious and surprised glances at her, but in the end, they basically shook their heads and sighed and left.

Losing money and things is a common occurrence at the train station, and many passengers can only sympathize with and helpless about the suffering, and remind themselves or their families to take care of their belongings.

"Why am I so miserable, forget if my wallet is stolen, my phone is gone, and I can't remember my phone number... Woooooo

Seeing that the time was almost up, 1973 reminded Fu Tao's client of the crying sentence word by word, and asked Fu Tao to cry as it was, striving to restore the picture when the client cried.

Fu Mo cried intermittently for more than twenty minutes, and the aunt who was selling newspapers next to her finally couldn't stand it anymore, she leaned over and patted Fu Tao on the shoulder and asked her to turn her head.

[Yes, yes, that's at this point in time, the executor, you grasp the emotions, and we'll change positions later,] as soon as the aunt's hand moved, 1973 reminded Fu Weidao.

"Girl, wipe your tears with a piece of paper," the aunt handed Fu Mo a tissue with pity, looking at her was really sympathetic and helpless.

"Woo woo thank you... You're such a good person..."Fu Wei gratefully glanced at her aunt with her red and swollen eyes from crying, and hurriedly thanked her.

Be polite, so that the aunt will feel sorry for herself.

The aunt sighed lightly, looked at the newspaper in front of her and sighed: Why don't you have a sense of prevention when you are young now, she can't even tell how many people she has seen stolen this month.

And Fu Wei was the one who cried the worst among them, and she was the only one who ran to her stall to cry.

It's really ignorant, the aunt thought of this, counted the money she made today, and glanced at Fu Wei reproachfully, don't the children now understand anything?

Why don't adults teach them not to cry next to the business people, because it will make the customers cry and run away.

The more the aunt thought about it, the worse her face became, although Fu Mo only cried for less than half an hour when she came over, she had already blamed all the reasons for today's bad business on Fu Hao, and she was still thinking in her heart about how to get Fu Mo away.

"How long will it take, I feel like I'm crying for the half bottle of water I drank just now," Fu Mo is almost out of tears now, and now her crying is all dry howl, and there are many voices that have not been accompanied by many voices.

In 1973, he called up the data to compare the time and gave Fu Wei a vague, yes and no different answer: it's soon.

But I don't know how long it will be.

The aunt frowned and thought for a long time, and finally she caught a glimpse of a black figure walking in the distance, leaning against the wall and looking around as if bored.

The aunt patted Fu Wei's shoulder again, and at the same time there was a nervous reminder from 1973: [Come on, she's going to let you go and steal!] ]

It's finally here!

Fu Mo looked at her aunt pitifully, the tissues soaked in tears were held in the palm of her hand, and there were still some dry tear stains on her face, so she was not miserable.

The aunt beckoned to her, motioning for her to come over, and then the aunt said slightly mysteriously, "Did you see the man in black over there?"

The aunt quietly pointed diagonally to the opposite side, and quickly withdrew her hand.

Fu Wei looked over there, and quickly locked on to the man who was the aunt. Wearing a black leather jacket, pants and shoes are all black, the only bright spot on the whole body is the white glowing peaked cap.

It turned out to be him, and he didn't feel very outstanding, Fu Wei felt a little disdainful in his heart.

It's just that the bar spirit system 1973 revealed its true nature again, and it said in a foolish tone: [Do stealing and still stand out? Are you afraid that the victim and the police uncle will not remember themselves? ]

？？？

Is it good to disperse? Fu was speechless.

Seeing Fu Wei, he nodded. The eldest aunt said leisurely: "That person is stealing, you go to him and ask, maybe there will be results."

"Really? Then I'll try," Fu Wei stood up dumbfounded.

She moved her legs, which were numb from the long squatting, and thanked her aunt before dragging her sore legs to the distance of stealing two or three steps, and continued to whimper and wipe her tears.

The aunt shrugged her shoulders as she watched Fu Wei's movements, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't know if that thief would help her, but she was sure that after Fu Wei left, she would indeed be a lot more peaceful here, and her business would really get better.

"How long am I going to cry now? I want a specific time," Fu Wei quietly pinched the soft flesh on his leg again, and forced out another tear.

I knew that she would cry for so long, and she would have saved some of her tears just now, otherwise she wouldn't have a dry mouth now, and her eyes were always dry and no tears came out.

Now she can only hope that she doesn't need to cry for too long and can end this nightmare of crying as soon as possible.

[I can't cry for long, if I cry for another fifteen minutes or so, he should be coming to you,] 1973 is fast this time.

Fifteen minutes is not enough? Fu Mo wanted to cry without tears, but she pinched herself again and cried even louder.

What she couldn't see was that three paces to her left, a man looked at her and couldn't help but laugh.

Why is this girl again?

It's a strange fate.