The complexity of thinking seems to be proportional to age.

The older I get, the more I think about it, and the more scruples I have.

Before today, what bothered Zeng Wanwan was how to persuade her father to let her eat one more spicy strip; And now, she is thinking about the impact and trouble that her evasion has brought to the people around her.

Looking at Shen Fanyin's little fox appearance, Zeng Wanwan's heart throbbed, and she always felt that it was her own business that made Shen Fanyin so "jealous and hateful".

Jing Zeheng: "No, she just did what she was supposed to do."

Zeng Wanwan looked at him in astonishment.

Jing Ze Hengyun said lightly: "Actually, she should give him a thousand, two hundred yuan is too cautious, and it may not meet the standard."

Tsang Wanwan: "......"

She was almost sure that her Oyin sister must have been spoiled by this man! Certain!

After a while, Shen Fanyin returned to them, stuffed the phone back into Zeng Wanwan's pocket, grabbed her arm and said, "Let's go, let's go eat ice cream."

The ice cream parlor is just across the street, just about 20 meters away.

They sat behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, Zeng Wanwan fiddled with the small spoon in her hand, and her eyes unconsciously fell on the children crawling on the ground in the sun.

After a moment of silence, she turned her head to look at Shen Fanyin: "Yinyin, do you want to find a way to send that child to a welfare home?"

Shen Fanyin looked at her, with ice cream on the corner of her lips: "Huh? Do you really think so?"

"After all, the child is innocent." Tsang Wanwan said, "He can't choose his origin."

Shen Fanyin stared at Zeng Wanwan's eyes, was silent for a moment, and smiled helplessly.

She turned her head to look at Jing Zeheng: "Brother, how should this be done?" Should I call the welfare home directly?"

Jing Zeheng looked at Shen Fanyin's delicate face, stretched out his fingers, and wiped the cream from the corners of her lips.

He said, "I'll take care of it, don't worry about it."

"Okay." Shen Fanyin responded with a bite, turned around and continued to eat ice cream.

Seeing that she didn't take this matter seriously, Zeng Wanwan couldn't help but sigh again.

Of course, she is not the heart of the Virgin, she let go and does not pursue it, in fact, she just wants to give herself a salvation, if she lingers, she will only suffer in the end.

She also wanted to drag Shen Fanyin down the road to kindness.

Zeng Wanwan withdrew her gaze, scooped a spoonful of ice cream and put it in her mouth.

It's so sweet.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the leaves rustle and sway, and the bright sunlight swayed wantonly, arrogantly raising the temperature again and again.

She muttered on ice cream and thought about her future.

After three years of disconnection, she didn't know what she could do now.

The future and dreams are out of reach when you think about it.

Shen Fanyin suddenly looked at her, "By the way, Sister Wanwan, you have to do me a favor."

-

Night was falling. The prosperity represented by the lights and the dirt symbolized by darkness pull each other, and the sworn enemies of fire and water are incompatible.

In a small two-story building with the word "danger" sprayed on the wall, the dim lights fluttered endlessly. The fatty lo-mei of the thick oil sauce is piled up in the basin, and there are four pairs of dishes and chopsticks on the small square table, and there are also playing cards with black oil stains on the corners.

There were three men sitting at a table, playing cards and drinking with vulgar jokes.

In the hut across the wall from them, the floor was covered with shabby bedding, and men, women, adults and children crowded together, smelling the ethereal smell of meat, clutching their shriveled stomachs and nibbling on cold steamed buns.

Suosuo's voice came, and there were occasional cursing.

A bearded man came back with a two- or three-year-old child in a cloth bag, and when he saw that his companion had already eaten, drunk and played, he scolded his mother and threw the cloth bag in his hand on the futon in the hut, and he gave the man next to him a kick.

"Damn, if it weren't for you waste, I would have been able to rest!"

Miao Kun, whose legs were wasted and could only move and crawl with his palms, was hit by this kick, he didn't even dare to say anything, curled up like a shrimp, and pretended to be dead with low eyebrows.

A tattooed man at the table sneered and said to the cheeky man, "You have to be light, this is a great achievement!" What's the line that broke it?"

He wiped the grease off his fingers and wiped two more handfuls on his dusty jeans. Standing up, he casually pinched a piece of pig's head meat and walked towards Miao Kun.

The sneakers that couldn't see their true colors broke into Miao Kun's eyes, and he subconsciously protected his head and curled up in a ball.

The tattooed man laughed, "Huh? Don't make it look like I'm going to do something with you, you've overdone your task today, I have to praise you!"

In recent years, the news of fake beggars has been rare, not because this group of people have changed their minds, but because people's awareness of fraud prevention has been rising, and most of the scammers have changed careers after their income has plummeted.

Rare doesn't mean no, get used to getting something for nothing, and then let them go to self-reliance is really a fantasy.

Well, aren't they more prepared? Disability, medical records, and having a child will always arouse some people's compassion.

Miao Kun knew that this "compliment" was not a good thing, and he explained tremblingly: "No, no, I, I met a ...... today."

"Hey, I don't want to know where you got your money, even if you sell your ass, it doesn't matter to me." The tattooed man smiled and nodded his head with the tip of his shoe, "Ming'er dared to get back less money than today, you know my methods!"

Miao Kun's pupils constricted, and he trembled even more fiercely.

The tattooed man casually threw the pig's head meat in his hand in front of him, feeding it to the dog: "Oh, reward you."

The meat was dusty and smelled of spice and fat.

Miao Kun looked at it, and his brain thought of Zeng Wanwan uncontrollably.

He remembered the exquisite dishes on the table when he went to Zeng's house for the first time, the wedding banquet of 12888 a table booked by Zeng's family, and the ice cream that Zeng Wanwan had in hand today.

Those exquisiteness, he had at his fingertips.

But now, he was desperately swallowing at this piece of fatty cheap braised pork.

With trembling hands, he grabbed the piece of meat unobediently, and he didn't even bother with the dust, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

The long-lost smell of meat filled his mouth, and his nose was very sore.

It's better to live like this than to die.

It was the umpteenth time he had thought so.

But today, he really wanted to die.

In the middle of the night, the drunken guards lay on their backs and snored on the marching beds. The people on the floor have also fallen asleep, they have long been numb, and they have lived day by day, and they do not even have the courage to die.

Miao Kun cautiously moved out and slowly climbed to the second floor.

Downstairs was a ruin, with scattered bricks and finger-thick rebar.

He propped himself up with his hands and leaned on the windowsill. As long as he is lucky enough to jump down and fall on the steel bar, he can end the pain completely.

He lay on the windowsill, the cold wind whizzing into his neck, bringing with him the smell of wild lilacs.

Miao Kun look, look.

He didn't hesitate for long, and after only three or five minutes, he collapsed and sat slowly back on the ground against the wall.

He doesn't want to die!

Maybe in a few more years, he will pay off his gambling debts and be free?

With this thought, he completely lost the courage to jump off the building to seek death.

He came quietly, and walked quietly, back to the floor, as if nothing had happened.

He closed his eyes and took his sleeping son into his arms to keep warm.

Soon, he also fell asleep numbly.

There is everything in the dream, there is wine and food, there is also a gambling god-like self, and you can also have a beautiful wife and concubine......

Tonight's Miao Kun was not even in a dream ten times, but was pulled up from the ground by a pair of powerful big hands.

He was so shaken by the light that he couldn't open his eyes, and he only felt that his hands were bound by two cold iron hoops, and he couldn't break free anymore.

Blue and red police. The lights flickered, and there was nowhere to hide the filth of this side of the world.

In this game, the lights won.

To provide you with the fastest update of "Mr. Jing's Little Ancestor Sweet and Fierce", in order for you to view the fastest update of this book next time, please be sure to save the bookmark!

Chapter 206 Free Read Under Neon.