614. Chapter 614 Ann, let's go to draw a turtle on the luxury car 55
Mu Wanqing said: "No need to change. Take the money and go home quickly. It's very late."
But the little boy was stubborn: "My mother said you can't take other people's money casually, otherwise you wouldn't be a good boy. Auntie, I only want you sixty-nine yuan."
Very clearly, Mu Wanqing saw the stubbornness and perseverance in the little boy's eyes, and saw him holding his little hands tightly behind his back. Finally, she dug out sixty-nine yuan in her wallet and handed it to him.
The little boy was very happy when he saw it.
Carefully handing the rose to Mu Wanqing, he took the money, bowed to her, said thank you many times, and then ran away.
But after running a few meters, he suddenly stopped and said to her again: "Thank you, Auntie. I can go and buy my mom's favorite birthday cake. Auntie, today is my mom's birthday!!"
"..." After hearing this, Mu Wanqing's nose couldn't help but feel sour, and tears were about to fall.
She nodded at him and told him to be careful on the road.
Watching the little boy jumping and running forward, she was just about to lower her eyes and look at the roses, and then think about what to do with these roses, when suddenly there was a burst of noisy ridicule in the distance.
When she heard the sound, she saw that the little boy was thrown to the ground by a group of children of different heights.
One of the fattest boys pointed at his nose and said, "I haven't sold out all the roses yet. Please help me sell them."
As he spoke, he threw the roses in his basket heavily into the little boy's basket, snatched the money from his hand, and prepared to leave.
However, as soon as the fat boy counted the money, he roared angrily: "Why is it only sixty-nine yuan?! With this little money, you can't buy my basket of roses."
"Idiots are idiots. Didn't anyone tell you that a rose costs at least ten yuan?!"
"Big Fatty, please stop scolding him. He has no father. He only has a mother who picks up rags and has a brain problem. She can help us sell flowers for free every day. It's pretty good. Although it's a bit cheaper, at least the capital is preserved.
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"Yes, Big Fatty, let's go quickly. Uncle Qin should praise us today for selling so many flowers and making a lot of money."
The little boy was thrown to the ground hard by them. He seemed a little stunned and sat there motionless.
When he came back to his senses, he immediately rushed back to grab the money with a fierce look: "Give me the money. This is the money I want to buy my mother's birthday cake. Give me the money."
"What's your money?! This territory belongs to us, and the money you spend selling flowers here should also belong to us. Get out of the way..." the fat boy said cruelly.
Seeing the little boy being thrown to the ground by several children, Mu Wanqing quickly stood up, ran over quickly, and scolded: "What are you doing?! How do you bully people?!"
Hearing Mu Wanqing's roar, the group of children ran away.
Mu Wanqing walked over and quickly picked up the little boy.
Only then did she notice that there was another big hole in the little boy's already torn T-shirt.
The skin on his arms and knees was scratched, and bright red blood overflowed. Mu Wanqing wanted to take him to treat the wounds.
However, he stood stiffly in place without moving, his head lowered very low.
"Kid, follow Auntie to the side. Auntie will help you treat your wounds." Mu Wanqing said warmly.
When the little boy raised his head, tears flashed in his eyes. He choked with tears and said: "Auntie, my mother's birthday cake is gone. What should I do? She can't eat the birthday cake."
