"We all know that it is your Baoheng Company that refuses to pay us, and it is you who bully us!"
brush!
Huang Mao's face turned cold and he kicked Qiqi.
Qiqi was kicked in the head by him and fell to the ground with a bang!
"Kiki!"
"what are you doing!"
Liu Ling was shocked and stood in front of Qiqi.
"Fuck you!"
Huang Mao kicked Liu Ling again.
But just then.
A flexible figure rushed up from the side with a swipe, instantly suppressing Huang Mao beneath him.
"Let you bully Qiqi, let you bully Grandma Liu!"
The person who rushed up was none other than the little tiger from the orphanage.
The reason why Xiaohu didn't come just now is because he has been working in the restaurant during this period in order to earn some money for everyone.
I left at about five o'clock in the morning and came back very late at night. The daily salary was only fifty yuan.
Tonight, when Xiaohu came back, he found that Liu Ling and most of the people were gone.
He asked the few children who were left with fever and found out that Liu Ling had brought them to the construction site to ask for money.
Xiaohu knew something was going to happen, so he ran all the way over.
However, Xiaohu only punched Huangmao three times before being kicked down.
"Damn it, beat me to death!"
Huang Mao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said angrily through gritted teeth.
Immediately, the baseball bats and chains in the hands of the dozen men were all aimed at him...
How could Xiaohu stand up to so many people attacking him together, and he was quickly defeated?
But he did not beg for mercy, and still gritted his teeth and said: "You bandits! Beat me to death, beat me to death! Beat me to death, and someone will take care of you!"
In Xiaohu's view, if he dies, the relevant departments may be alerted, and then Baoheng Real Estate can be dealt with.
It's just that his thoughts are too simple.
Even if he died, with the power of the Deng family in Jincheng, it would only be a matter of words.
The people watching around could not stand it anymore.
"Stop fighting, stop fighting...the child is about to be beaten to death by you!"
"Stop, the child's mouth is bleeding!"
"Are you beasts? You won't even let the children go..."
Huang Mao pointed at the speaker and said sternly: "Damn it, you want to die, right? Come on, come on, I'll give you a chance."
The few people who were aggrieved immediately put out the fire and were frightened away.
But, just now.
A fiery red Ferrari roared over.
The car stopped, and a graceful figure stepped out.
Deng Feixue.
Deng Feixue looked at the situation in front of her and frowned: "What happened?"
"It's a mess, have you considered the impact?"
The man who was separated hurriedly came up to her, put his ear to her ear, and said with a flattering look on his face: "Mr. Deng, these people are from Chunxiao Orphanage, and they are here to ask for money."
Deng Feixue's eyes flashed.
Baoheng Real Estate has not paid a penny for this piece of land, of course she knows.
However, she didn't want people to know.
After thinking for a while, she walked up to Liu Ling and looked up at her: "Are you the director of Chunxiao Orphanage?"
