While speaking, he glanced at Qin Chuchu inadvertently. After seeing the scenery under the long skirt, he couldn't help but feel his nostrils heat up. This woman's figure was too perfect.
One point too much is too fat, one point too little is too little. She is as perfect as Venus in sculpture, but she has two more delicate arms.
Because of this, the feeling after taking a look was too exciting. He quickly turned his head away, fearing that he would get a nosebleed if he didn't live up to expectations, which would be very embarrassing.
Seeing his expression and thinking of the two consecutive scenes together, Qin Chuchu was startled. If Ye Bufan really had a pair of clairvoyant eyes, wouldn't he be exposed?
Thinking of this, she felt frightened, and immediately covered her chest with both hands, and said nervously: "Can't what you said be true?"
"Of course it can't be true. How can a person have clairvoyance?"
Ye Bufan quickly made an excuse for himself and said: "I just observe a little more carefully than you. Just now, some tattoos were exposed on the chest of that person, let me see it."
Hearing what he said, Qin Chuchu felt that it was reasonable, and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's pretty much it. It really scared me to death."
Ye Bufan secretly took another look at the wonderful scenery on his chest, and suddenly felt his face flush and his heart beating. This scenery was really too exciting for him, so he quickly looked away.
Seeing his appearance, Qin Chuchu said dissatisfiedly: "Why don't you look at me? Am I ugly?"
Ye Bufan secretly complained in his heart, women are really strange creatures, they can't even look at them, and they can't even do it without looking at them. What kind of trouble do you want to make?
Fortunately, the two of them arrived at the parking lot quickly. Qin Chuchu got in the car and left, and Ye Bufan also returned to the hotel he rented.
In comparison, the conditions of the hotel are much better than those of the dormitory. The most important thing is that it is quiet, so you don't have to worry about being disturbed while practicing.
Early the next morning, he left the hotel refreshed and rushed to his mother's breakfast stall.
Ouyang Lan's cooking skills are very good. After eating breakfast in so many places, no one can compare to the steamed buns steamed by her mother.
Ye Bufan didn't eat, so he wanted to go over and enjoy the breakfast made by his mother, and help his mother along the way.
The breakfast stall run by Ouyang Lan is some distance away from here. In the urban village of Dongcheng District, the place has long been clamoring to be relocated, but has yet to move.
Ouyang Lan was kicked out of her home by her uncles three years ago, so she came to Jiangnan City alone, rented a small house of more than ten square meters, and ran a breakfast. She worked hard to make money to support her two brothers and sisters in school.
My sister Ouyang Jing is one year younger than Ye Bufan and is studying in college in Jiangbei City.
Children of poor people have long been in charge of their families. Even though they were on summer vacation, Ouyang Jing was still working and studying outside and did not come back.
Thinking of Ouyang Lan's kindness to him over the years, Ye Bufan couldn't help but feel moved. Although he was an adopted child, his mother always treated him as her own, even better than her biological daughter.
The environment of the urban village is extremely poor. The surrounding buildings are in dilapidated condition, and the stinking ditch next to it is constantly emitting a stench. In addition, it just rained last night, and the roads are even more muddy.
Ye Bufan frowned as he walked. Ouyang Lan rented here because the house prices here were cheap.
Fortunately, I am rich and have my own restaurant, so my mother and sister will no longer have to suffer.
After Ouyang Lan came back from Jiangnan Hospital, she felt that her previous dizziness was gone, her whole body was full of strength, and she was full of energy in everything she did, as if she had suddenly become more than ten years younger.
She got up early today and started selling steamed buns. Since her steamed buns were delicious and she had many regular customers, she quickly sold more than half of the dozens of drawers of steamed buns.
While she was busy, four or five young gangsters in colorful clothes came to the bun stall.
"Lady boss, business is good!"
Said the leader, a young gangster wearing a floral shirt and a mohawk.
Seeing these people, Ouyang Lan's expression tightened, and then she said with a smile on her face: "Brothers, my bun stall looks like there are a lot of people, but in fact it doesn't make much money at all.
Have you eaten? The steamed buns I just baked are still warm. You can eat as you like."
Mohican said: "Don't talk so much nonsense, when will you pay the protection fee this month?"
"I'd like to ask some of the younger brothers to give this a few days' grace. I really haven't made much money recently. I just went to the hospital again..."
The expression on the mohawk's head quickly turned cold, and he shouted arrogantly: "Grace is nothing, what does it have to do with us whether you go to the hospital or not? As long as you are alive, the protection fee cannot be less!"
A flash of anger flashed across Ouyang Lan's face, but then he endured it. He took out a hundred-dollar bill from the canvas bag around his waist and said, "Brothers, I just sold so much today."
The yellow-haired gangster next to him stepped forward and grabbed the hundred-dollar bill, and then said: "This is not even enough to send the beggars, you have to pay at least 1,000 yuan this month."
Ouyang Lan said with a pleading face: "I only earn two to three thousand yuan a month selling steamed buns. I still have to eat and send my children to school. How can I have so much money?"
Mohican shouted: "Are you out of your fucking mind? Don't you know what's important? This money was collected by Master Ma Jiu. Is it more important that your children go to school or that Master Ma Jiu's face is more important?"
The yellow-haired gangster raised his leg and kicked over the basket next to him, causing the snow-white buns to fall to the floor.
"If you can't pay the protection fee, what the hell are you going to sell? From now on, just drink the northwest wind."
Seeing how unreasonable these little gangsters were, the vendors nearby were very angry, but they knew that these people were subordinates of Ma Jiu, the big gangster leader in Dongcheng District, and they couldn't afford to provoke them, so they dared not speak out in anger.
At this time, Uncle Zhang, who was selling deep-fried dough sticks and big fruit next to him, said, "It's not easy for Ouyang to have two children in her own family. How about you give her a few more days of grace?"
"Excuse me. The children she raised were not fucking born to me, so what do they have to do with me?" Mohican yelled arrogantly, "If you continue to meddle in your own fucking business, I'll put your fried dough sticks on the floor."
Smashed."
Uncle Zhang sighed and said nothing. Although he sympathized with Ouyang Lan, he really couldn't afford to offend these people.
Mohican said to Xiao Huangmao: "Bring her bag over and see if there is any money left."
Xiao Huangmao agreed and came to Ouyang Lan, reaching out and grabbing the canvas bag on his waist.
Ouyang Lan's expression changed drastically. The 20,000 yuan given by Ye Bufan was all in her bag. She quickly stretched out her arms to protect the bag.
"What are you doing? You can't touch this bag..."
Mohican shouted: "Sure enough, you still have some damn money, grab it from me."
Xiao Huangmao reached out to grab the canvas bag. Although Ouyang Lan tried her best to protect her, how could she, a woman, be a match for a grown man?
After tearing it twice, Xiao Huangmao grabbed the canvas bag and pulled it hard, tearing the bag in half. Two stacks of hundred-yuan bills and some scattered coins inside fell out.
"Sure enough, you are rich, but you still pretend to be poor with me."
Xiao Huangmao cursed and grabbed the two stacks of hundred-dollar bills, but at this moment a big foot appeared out of thin air and trampled his hand hard.