When Feng Weihuan came out after discussing the upcoming cooperation with Shopkeeper He, Nan Ming had long disappeared from the door.
She had mixed feelings in her heart, and she didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or feel lost.
Forget it, bridges to bridges, roads to roads, that's it.
As the saying goes, "If you are frustrated in love, you will be successful in your career." It is enough for her to have a career.
Feng Weihuan silently encouraged himself and got on the carriage.
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When passing Luoyingfang, the carriage suddenly stopped.
An old woman fell in front of the carriage.
The coachman went to see her and came back to tell Feng Weihuan that the old woman had injured her waist and legs.
"Could it be a case of porcelain? Princess, I'll go down and have a look." Qiqiao thought he had rich social experience and jumped out of the carriage.
After a while, Feng Weihuan saw that Qiqiao had not come back, but there was a quarrel, so he opened the car window.
"Even if you didn't hit the person, the old man is like this, shouldn't you help him and send him to the hospital?" A lean woman put her hand on her hips and pointed at Qiqiao unceremoniously.
"You are so enthusiastic, why don't you give it away?" Qiqiao seemed to be angry and counterattacked.
"You rich people who ride in carriages don't want to give it away, so let me, a weak woman with a child, give it away? You can say this, but why are you so shameless?" the lean woman complained.
Feng Weihuan looked around. It was almost lunch time, and this street was not a main road, so there were no people on the street.
The old woman still fell to the ground and whined feebly. The driver stood to one side and was in a dilemma, not knowing whether to help or not. Qiqiao and the lean woman were busy talking, and an eighty-nine-year-old child huddled behind the woman.
After the person's death.
With a frown, Feng Weihuan got out of the carriage and ordered the driver: "Hel the old man into the carriage and take him to the hospital. Qiqiao, help me."
"But -" Qiqiao felt that the old woman and the lean woman must be in the same group.
"If you want to touch Prince Ciyan's palace, you have to see if you have the guts." Feng Weihuan glanced at the woman and raised his voice.
The Seven Skills are like enlightenment. Yes, Prince Yan’s Mansion is afraid of mere unruly people? It’s because she kept a low profile.
"Uncle Wang, move people." She immediately rolled up her sleeves.
Feng Weihuan walked to the side of the road and made way for the driver and the old woman.
Suddenly, the boy who had been silent rushed over, grabbed the purse from her waist and ran away.
At this time, the coachman was carrying the old woman on his back and could not leave him behind to chase the child.
Qiqiao reacted quickly, but the lean lady pushed her hard and she fell to the ground.
The wind is anxious for joy.
There is a pistol that Kang Chuwu gave her in her purse! Something will happen if that kid snatches this thing away.
Without thinking, she held up her skirt and chased after him.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I turned a corner, I bumped into someone.
I go!
Feng Weihuan almost fell down, but fortunately the other party's quick eyesight and quick hands caught her.
She looked up and thought she was dazzled: "Master Nan?"
"Princess, be careful. What's wrong?"
"Oh, my wallet!" Feng Weihuan immediately came back to his senses and pointed at the child who was about to disappear in front of him: "He robbed my things!"
Nan Ming's expression changed, he turned around and ran forward.
Feng Weihuan followed closely.
Just as she was about to catch up with the child, she suddenly felt a pain in the back of her neck. Her eyesight went dark and she fell down softly.
