In the past few years in the north, he has been thinking about coming back all the time.
But after returning, he found that he was also thinking about the brothers in the north who shared life and death all the time.
Man, what a contradiction.
He took a deep breath from the cigarette, then lit it, flicked the cigarette butt into the trash can next to him, turned around, and prepared to buy another pack of cigarettes.
However.
Just when he turned around, he suddenly heard an exaggerated scream from behind: "Are you sick? Don't you have eyes? Why are you throwing cigarette butts around and ruining my skirt!"
Su Changfeng turned around and saw a young man and woman glaring at him angrily.
It was the young woman who spoke.
This woman is about 25 or 26 years old. She looks pretty, but she obviously has a face that is famous for her plastic surgery. She has no temperament at all. Compared with Song Qingge and Tang Jiani, she is more than one level behind.
"Hey, what are you looking at?" The woman glared at Su Changfeng, then hugged the arm of the young man next to her, and said softly: "My dear, he ruined her skirt and stared at her, but you don't care.
Do you care?"
The young man looked distressed and said: "Baby, don't worry, how could your husband not care about it?"
After saying that, he looked at Su Changfeng with a cold expression.
"What about you, are you blind?"
Su Changfeng glanced at him lightly: "What did I do?"
The young man sneered, "What did you do? You ruined my girlfriend's skirt!"
Su Changfeng glanced at the woman's skirt.
There was a black spot on the front of the skirt, which looked like it was stuck with cigarette ash. She must have happened to walk over when she was flicking the cigarette butt just now.
However, her skirt was only stained with soot and was not burned.
Su Changfeng thought for a while, took out five hundred yuan and handed it over.
"Sorry, I stained your girlfriend's dress. Just treat it as dry cleaning fee."
In fact, if you go for dry cleaning, you don't need 500 yuan, not even 50 yuan. You can even clean it by just wiping it with water.
The young man glanced at Su Changfeng, took the five hundred yuan, and then suddenly threw the money on Su Changfeng's face.
"Are you so smart?"
"I don't need your five hundred dollars?"
"Do you know how much my girlfriend's dress cost?"
His girlfriend held his arm and said coquettishly: "My dear, of course a person like him who has never seen the world has no idea how expensive my Chanel dress is."
She looked at Su Changfeng with a proud look on her face: "Let me tell you, my husband bought this skirt for 80,000 yuan. In addition to 20,000 yuan for mental damage, if you don't come up with 100,000 yuan today, don't even think about leaving.
here."
Su Changfeng looked at the two people and smiled.
"I will compensate you one hundred thousand?"
"Are you dreaming?"
brush!
The two people's faces instantly turned angry.
"Are you asking for embarrassment? Okay, I'll make you regret it right away."
"Let me tell you, this restaurant is owned by my buddy. Who dares not give me face here!"
After saying that, he shouted loudly to the restaurant: "Manager Zhang, come out!"