MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 55 Juvenile Delinquent in Shura Field
Cong Liang turned back to the bathroom, washed his feet, walked over to the bed, was angry at Wang Yiyun who was paralyzed into a square, and then was stunned by the system, he rolled Wang Yi into a roll through the quilt, and the cabinet Pull out a few belts inside, and wrap them tightly on the outside.
He tied his mouth twice with a tie to make sure that even if he woke up, he couldn't move except his eyes.
After doing all this, Cong Liangcai went to look for the small money and his documents.
Compared with rural old ladies who like to stuff money into their close-fitting pants, or under a pile of kang mats or even smelly shoes, Wang Yi's wallet is very small, fresh and easy to find.
Cong Liang came out of the bedroom, and two people stood guard at the door, looking at her in men's clothes with ambiguous and flirtatious eyes, this kind of eyes made Cong Liang frown, thinking that she had passively seen Wang Yi's shirtless chick just now, a little nauseated.
Fortunately, when she stretched her face and drilled into the study, she was not blocked, and finally her eyebrows, which were twisted into a pimple, relaxed a little.
In the study, there was a large wallet on the table. Congliang looted all the cash, and it looked like four or five thousand. There were a lot of cards. Congliang didn't even look at it. Roll up into a roll and stuff it into the chest groove.
It took a little effort for her to search all the drawers, but she finally found it after kicking the trash can. She picked up the tissue and swiped it several times, and kicked it in the pocket of her sportswear. After thinking about it, she turned around again. Back in the bedroom, Wang Yi, who was unconscious, held back his legs and suffocated his feet again.
"Where is it?" Cong Liang asked the system in his head. In the summer, he pulled the sportswear up to his throat again, and when he lowered his head, it could be used as a mask or as a scarf.
She took off the rubber band that came off her head when she was taking a bath on her wrist. She pulled all the bright diamonds off her head, and gathered up the fashionable yellow hair that was wet on her head. The two men who were standing at the door of the bedroom while walking down the stairs.
Seeing that they didn't mean to stop, Congliang breathed a sigh of relief. Although she was injured and could heal herself, she was very strong, but she was still easy to suffer in a fight with the gentlemen. He couldn't get out if he held it down, and Congliang didn't plan to break in, and he was regarded as a monster when he broke out.
She planned to go back and fold the legs of the white-striped chicken just now, stuff it in his ass, and turn him into a standard white-striped chicken.
"Young supervisor is located on Sifeng Road," the system said. "You go out to the place where there is a rental car and get a taxi, and I will directly pull the gate for you."
Probably because Wang Yi brought women back is too common. After playing with women, he didn't even send them away too many times. Cong Liangzhuo took a pair of disposable slippers and a loose men's clothes, and walked out of the villa door. No one asked a question. The old guard at the door saw her swaying left and right at the door, and kindly reminded her to walk west for more than ten minutes, and she could take a taxi when she left the villa area.
Congliang slowly pulled his slippers along the well-greened villa tree-lined area. There was not a single leaf on the ground. When the tree-shade came to an end, it was vehicles passing through the main street. Congliang glanced back, even if she was a bun, she had to sigh. Now, people in the city really know how to play, and villas are not built in the suburbs, but in the city center.
Of course, with her limited knowledge, she doesn't understand what it means to be quiet in the midst of trouble. The suburbs are all orphanages, nursing homes, orphanages for the mentally ill. Who would go there to find frustration.
She intercepted a taxi from the side of Liang Road. The last time she took this thing was when she went to work in the city. It was only once, and she couldn't find the way.
This time, the mood is completely different. Although Congliang has never really lived in the city, he has really lived two lifetimes. A laziness with the seal of no major event except death.
Congliang got into the car calmly, the driver had sharp eyes, and saw that Congliang was obviously strolling out of a wealthy area. Although his clothes were nondescript, it looked like a famous brand. I want to come to which young lady, Qinglin City can live in the central villa area. can it be a simple family?
The attitude of asking about the destination was respectful, just like nodding and bowing, as if Cong Liangneng happily tipped him.
However, with the cold and indifferent words from Liang Liang, "Young Management Office" buried his face in the collar of his clothes, turned to look out the window and closed his eyes, and the driver also winked and was not annoying.
In fact, Cong Liang was too nervous. The breath she buried in the collar of her neck spurted out hot, burning her own neck, and rubbing her sleeves with her fingers would leak.
Her limited indifference, when she encounters her eldest baby, is to take out the food to feed the dog.
Although in a practical sense, she and the eldest baby have only been separated for just over three days, so I have to meet again. But this is just her one-sided feeling. For the eldest baby, she is the main culprit who harmed him, and she doesn't know what her reaction will be when she sees her.
And the feeling this time is different. This time it is a "little" baby of the juvenile style. Cong Liang thinks of the young boy in the photo, and his face burns with panic.
There is always a faint sense of guilt about the flowers of the motherland, and the deep excitement of the flowers of the motherland.
Da Xia's behavior of shrinking his head in his collar quickly made the front row driver sweat, every time he glanced at Congliang in the rearview mirror and saw Congliang's appearance in high-necked sportswear, the driver's elder brother subconsciously pulled his circle. Collar half sleeves.
When he finally arrived at the destination, the driver had already pulled his collar in a disgraceful way. He put his good hand into his pocket, grabbed it in a false way, and pulled the money that she had transferred to the system space along the Zhaza ditch a long time ago. come out.
Congliang blushed and was about to burn, but it wasn't hot at all. It wasn't because she had any special abilities, but because the sweat she was sweating all the time was cold sweat, nervous and excited, and accompanied by a little bit of heartache, she was pulling and pulling. There is no kung fu hot.
"Congliang tugged his collar to his face again, and handed the hundred-yuan bill to the driver with a trembling voice, "Give you the money~"
The driver has already determined that this "Mrs. Broad" thinks there is something wrong, and subconsciously tore off his sweaty clothes, took the money and accidentally touched Cong Liang's fingertips, and the goose bumps on the back of his neck immediately ran away. .
Along the way, Cong Liang repeatedly thought about various rhetoric, but none of them could convince himself, let alone the big baby.
This is difficult. In this life, she does not have the power of the queen mother to cover the sky with her own hand, and the big baby is not a blank sheet of paper. A normal-minded teenager is in a period of rebelliousness. She has just been tricked. To be cruel, she is now delivered to the door, what a happy ending.
Due to the excessive tension on the tip of the good finger, the circulation has not been smooth, and it is naturally cold as if the cold water has been pulled.
Luckily, it was clear sky and daylight. The driver got some change from Congliang, stepped on the accelerator and ran away. Two days ago, there was a legend in the car rental group that the driver was sent to the crematorium in the middle of the night. It was said that the girl's fingers were cold when she touched the money. , Yesterday he laughed at people's fingernails for being bold, but today he ran into them. With a firm foot on the gas pedal, the taxi vanished with a swish.
Congliang clenched his numb hands, stomped his feet on the spot, took a deep breath, the door of the juvenile office was neither imposing nor solemn, and couldn't keep up with the town government building of Congliang and the others. The guard was eating at noon. The somewhat fierce bald fat man.
Cong Liang didn't know that the visitor must be a family member, and she had to carry various ID documents and household registration books. She only had an ID card, and she had nothing to do with Jiang Yin at all.
The uncle of the guard took a bite of the big scorpion and the green onion dipping sauce, and asked Cong Liang for a bunch of this certificate and that certificate.
"I'm in a hurry, it's his sister, just take a look, and uncle help." Congliang said like a spoiled child, but to people other than the big baby, she would not act like a spoiled child at all, and her words were hard. He frowned impatiently, looking like a murderer.
"I told you I can't do it without a certificate... Kacha..." Not long after the uncle was released from prison, he found this job through the relationship of his relatives. He always knew that he was scary, and he had never admitted defeat for so many years. Or not to go in.
But today, he was chewing on the green onions, and looked up at the sun, which was still walking from west to east. Why did he feel that he was being murdered by a little girl...
"Uncle, think of a way." Cong Liang's tone was still flat, even more and more blunt.
The system silently covered its face, while someone else's host was doing the task. In this case, it was just a coquettish act of cuteness. It might be easy to be tearful. Then look at your own host, and the pestle was like a dead wood lump. , The posture of speaking is not like asking for help, but like provoking trouble.
The uncle followed Cong Liang with big eyes and small eyes. After a long time, he took a big mouthful of slag, dipped it in the scallions, and chewed a mouthful of sauce and soup. He stopped talking, and stared at Cong Liang.
Usually in this situation, the little girl would be scared away. This uncle has a fierce look on his face. Eating a green onion is like chewing a human bone.
When Congliang turned to leave, the system breathed a sigh of relief. It was really afraid that Congliang would disagree with him. If he did it with this old man, Congliang was even better, and this was a society ruled by law.
When he saw the little girl let him stare away, and the uncle "clicked" and took another bite of the green onion, he said, he has been ruthless for half his life, and he can still scare a little girl.
As a result, as soon as he lowered his head, a big mouthful of soup and water almost sprayed out. He crossed the street from Liangliang, bought a few pieces of roast sausages on the street, and turned back.
"Uncle, think of a way," Congliang said, handing the sausage to the uncle, "I'll meet and come from a long way. Next time, I will definitely bring the formalities."
Congliang's speech was still in a dead tone. The system didn't expect Congliang himself to be able to enter. If he couldn't, it would change his wishes for this buddy.
After the upgrade, it can influence people's decisions for a short time. Although it does not last for a long time, it can always be useful.
It's just that the host and the system expressly stipulate that as long as the host does not ask for help, or the host's life is not threatened, the system must not interfere with the progress of the task without permission. Well let it help.
Without waiting for Congliang's help, the system once again stared dumbfoundedly at the fat man who really took over the grilled sausage, just took a bite out of it, and his speech was indistinct, "Did you have... hiss, take it? "
"Yes." Cong Liang's eyebrows finally stopped frowning, and he reached out and grabbed his clothes pocket, grabbing all the money in Wang Yi's Nashun.
The fat man stared at Cong Liang's hand handing him the money with the sausage in his mouth, stretched out his oily fingers and twisted five pieces, put it in his pocket, and made an internal call with the sausage in his mouth. Dog crawling is generally recorded.
Cong Liang put the remaining money in his pocket, nodded to the uncle, and was led in by a person.
The onlookers planned to show their mighty power throughout the whole process, so that Congliang recognized his 200,000 worthless upgrade system, and was shocked by this sausage-flavored bribe.
"How do you know that grilled sausages are easy to use?"
"It's money." Congliang followed the person in front, his eyes wandering in the courtyard, "He just took a bite of the green onion and looked at it. It's a virtue to see me cooking noodles."
Cong Liang followed the people in front of him and became more and more nervous. When he turned a corridor, he saw the sign of the Visiting House in front of him, a bright black man on a white background. Cong Liang swallowed and spit, and silently supported the wall.
"What should I do," Cong Liang muttered to the system with a trembling voice in his head, "it seems that I can't stand up a bit, and I want to escape to the ground."
System: "..." Take out the ability to conquer the vicious uncle with the sausage just now! What a coward!
Cong Liang basically leaned on the wall and entered the room. When he entered the house, the person who had been leading the way turned around. Cong Liang twisted his thumb and forefinger in a snarky manner. Cong Liang remembered the oily fingers of the uncle just now, and instantly understood that he would give all the money. The man handed it over.
"Who do you want to see?" the man asked, spitting on his fingers, counting the money.
"Jiang, Jiang Yin." Cong Liang's back was against the wall to prevent himself from slipping down, and after a while, two white Daozi scratched out of the wall behind him.
"That thorn head?" The man smiled, "Who are you?"
"Sister." Congliang's throat was a little dry, the circles under his eyes were a little red, and he cleared his throat dryly.
"He still has a sister?" The man put the money together, kicked his trousers pocket and looked at Congliang's meaningful face, "He fought with people this morning, and he said harshly, saying that he has no relatives and no reason to die."
"Are you really his sister?" Really his sister can't show the documents?
Cong Liang did not understand what the man meant. He just stared at him without saying a word. After taking the money, he didn't hurry to find someone to grind her.
"How much money do you plan to save for him?" The man patted his trousers pocket.
Cong Liang understands this time that this man is asking for money.
"I'm in love with him." Congliang scratched the white wall and scratched the wall, "I won't save the money for him, brother, just help me take care of him normally."
The man was very satisfied with Congliang's appointment. Congliang's excited eyes turned red, and he looked like he was about to see Xiaoqing. His smiling eyes were gone, so he asked Congliang to sit down and went out to find someone for her.
From Ryo stiffly walked to the edge of the only table and sat down, his hands began to scratch the table again.
Taking a deep breath, stomping her feet, Cong Liang was urinating nervously, and the system finally couldn't help laughing at her.
"Hey, look at what you're doing..."
The system is indeed quite speechless. He can perceive Congliang's emotions. Of course, he knows that Congliang's extreme emotions are real, but he doesn't quite understand. After two lives, this host not only did not appear bored like other hosts, but he was disgusted with the target character. The feelings seem to be deepening.
At the same time the door was kicked open, Cong Liang stood up with a loud "Whoosh!"
Jiang Yin's face was full of impatience. Two pieces of white gauze were attached to his short hair that had been shaved. He wore a light blue uniform. , the whole person is a dangling in capital, and scolded by the people behind him, "Don't **** push me!"
Cong Liang is right and wrong, staring at her eldest baby in this life, her face full of impatience, with a familiar appearance that she can describe with her eyes closed in both her lifetimes, but one size smaller. At the moment I saw it, I roared and roared, it was so **** tender!
Jiang Yin took a few steps to the opposite side of Congliang, across a table, stared at Congliang up and down, and made sure that he didn't know him at all, so he spoke very aggressively.
"You want to see Lao Tzu? Who the **** are you?!"
The author has something to say: Jiang Yin: Who the **** are you?
Cong Liang: I am your daughter-in-law.
Jiang Yin: Are you too embarrassed, ma'am? !
From the time I hugged someone, I came to a French style followed by a 360-degree body massage and a chicken training method.
Cong Liang: Who am I?
Jiang Yin, who has a red bow like a prawn in a ball: Daughter-in-law...daughter-in-law~~
