"Girl, he stole our steamed buns and we shouldn't be pitiful if we beat him to death. Don't mind your own business." A fierce man said loudly to her.
"It's just a few steamed buns, don't you need to take human life so seriously? I can help him pay for the steamed buns he took." Shen Jinghua gave him a few pennies.
The man took the money, tossed it in the palm of his hand, and said contemptuously to the beggar who was picking up the buns and swallowing them fiercely: "You met a noble man today. If you dare to steal anything next time, I will interrupt you." Hand." After he finished speaking, he waved his hand and left with the others.
When the people watching saw that everything was alright, they dispersed like birds and beasts.
Seeing him swallowing the buns and sand into his stomach, like a starving ghost reincarnated, Shen Jinghua felt a little sympathetic to him, took out the remaining ten cents in his wallet and handed it to him and said: "Take this money." , don’t steal other people’s food from now on, they will really beat you to death, your limbs are sound and you can completely rely on yourself.”
The beggar swallowed the last bite of the bun, raised his head, looked at the copper coins in her hand, was silent for a while, then reached out to take it, and then ran away.
The corner of Shen Jinghua's mouth twitched, damn, he ran away without even saying thank you.
one by one
There is less than half a month left until the Spring Festival, and everyone is busy doing New Year's goods and rushing to finish the work for this year.
Mr. Geng's condition is getting worse and worse, his sleep time is getting longer and the time he wakes up is getting shorter and shorter.
Everyone is worried about Mr. Geng's illness, but there is no joy in the Spring Festival.
Just when the Geng family was in misery, the third young master Geng Shaohuang came back, finally bringing a happy event to the Geng family.
Mr. Geng seemed to know that Geng Shaohuang was back, and he miraculously stayed awake for a long time. The two father and son chatted in the room for a long time.
When Shen Jinghua heard the news of his return in the accounting room, he felt inexplicably excited. The third young master was finally back.
The night was deep and cold, and the whistling north wind was biting.
Geng Shaohuang braved the cold wind and returned to his yard very late. As soon as he stepped into the yard, he found a slender figure huddled in the corridor.
He walked over and looked at her in surprise: "It's you."
"Third Young Master!" He finally came back. Shen Jinghua's face turned red with coldness, but he still looked at him with a smile.
Under the cold moonlight, he has a delicate and handsome face, the jade tree is in the wind, and his body is majestic. He is a charming man.
Although he and Geng Shaozong are two brothers, they look nothing alike, let alone have the same temperament. They are not on the same level at all.
He was the third young master of the Geng family, the man she married in place of Geng Mingxuan. If her husband had been the man in front of her, maybe she wouldn't have to suffer so much.
"You have been standing here for a long time. Let's talk after we go in." Geng Shaohuang was obviously a little surprised when he saw her. He still remembered that the girl who worshiped him at that time was so thin that a gust of wind could blow her away. She looked like a frightened little white rabbit when she first entered Geng's house. She was submissive. After not seeing each other for more than half a year, she had finally put on some flesh. She was much plumper than in his impression. What he admired was that he could no longer find a trace of timidity on her face, and her beautiful black and white eyes reflected the A look that makes people unable to take their eyes away.
She had changed. She was no longer the submissive and timid little orphan girl she was before. He looked at her as if she had been reborn, his eyes deepening.
