Chapter 361 Mojia with Small Breasts

After coming out of the hospital, Ye Tianlong walked to the parking lot behind.

After Canshou told Ye Tianlong that he had killed three hundred people, he fell into a long silence. During this period, his left hand shook uncontrollably twice and needed to be suppressed by his right hand to stop.

Although Ye Tianlong could continue to ask questions and dig up Can Shou's past, he gave due respect and stopped the topic at the right time.

Whatever Canshou wants to say, he will say it sooner or later. What he doesn't want to say, why bother hurting others?

Ye Tianlong understood Can Shou's feelings very well, because he also had memories deep in his heart that he did not want to touch, so after chatting for a few words, he put the fruit basket into Can Shou's arms and said goodbye, allowing Can Shou to calm down alone.

When Ye Tianlong was about to disappear, Canshou remembered something and asked Ye Tianlong to go to the antique street tomorrow to get 50,000 yuan. He wanted to pay off the debt first.

Ye Tianlong did not refuse and made an appointment at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon with a smile.

The weather in Mingjiang in winter is not very good. Although it is still morning, the sky is gray and makes people feel very dull.

Ye Tianlong rubbed his head to dispel the messy thoughts and wandered towards the red Porsche. When he was still three meters away, he saw a bicycle passing by.

"Crack!"

The tattered bicycle, which also carried many mineral water cans, turned too sharply when turning a corner, and it rubbed against the bumper of the Porsche, leaving a mark.

The 60-year-old man on the bike quickly jumped off the bike. He didn't bother to pick up the water bottle or lift the vehicle. He squatted down and wiped the bumper with his sleeve.

He seemed to be trying to wipe away the scratch, but the result became clearer and clearer, and the bumper was even dented a little.

If the mineral water bottle had not withstood a lot of force, the marks would probably be more serious.

After wiping for a while, the old man in gray stopped moving and frowned, obviously knowing that he was in big trouble.

Ye Tianlong coughed and walked over: "Old man, did the car crash?"

The old man in gray nodded: "I touched it."

Ye Tianlong glanced at him: "Can you afford the compensation?"

The old man in gray clothes frowned: "I can't afford to pay."

Ye Tianlong made a serious face: "If you can't afford the compensation, why don't you run away and wait for someone to come find you."

"Young man, are you going to show off?"

The old man in gray looked at Ye Tianlong with sharp eyes: "Did you just take out the keys and drive away the Porsche when I left?"

"Then fill yourself a bowl of chicken soup: The biggest thing to show off is not your wealth, your shrewdness, or your means, but a simple understanding and consideration."

Ye Tianlong looked surprised: "Uncle, you are so powerful. You have discovered this."

"Young man, you can't do this."

The old man in gray clothes lectured Ye Tianlong seriously: "You seem to have saved me a sum of compensation, but in fact you have made me irresponsible."

"I hit a luxury car this time and ran away without incident. Next time I hit someone, I might run away."

"Anyway, it was okay last time, and it may not be okay this time."

"If he runs away and kills someone, not only will he be sorry for the deceased, but he will also be sorry for you and me."

The old man in gray clothes fell to the ground and said loudly: "We were hit and something happened. Whether you can afford to pay compensation is one thing. Whether you dare to take responsibility is another thing."

"You can't turn me into an irresponsible person just for the sake of chicken soup for your soul."

The old man in gray clothes looked upright: "You can't throw this chicken soup everywhere, it will ruin the social atmosphere."

Ye Tianlong's face was full of guilt: "I'm sorry, old man, what you taught me is that I will never do this again in the future."

After saying that, Ye Tianlong felt something was wrong. His car was hit by someone and he had to be scolded. He even wanted to say sorry.

"Okay, if you know your mistakes and correct them, you are a good boy."

The old man in gray clothes patted Ye Tianlong on the shoulder with approval, then took out his wallet and took out all the banknotes, including ten yuan, five yuan, and one cent.

He thrust it into Ye Tianlong's hand: "Business is not good today, only a few dozen dollars, take it first, leave a WeChat message and let me know how much it will cost."

"I'll do my best to pay it back. It may take a little longer, but I'll definitely pay it back, okay?"

His eyes are powerful and his words are sonorous, which somehow makes people believe him. His sense of responsibility also makes people feel that he is much taller.

Ye Tianlong looked at a hand of banknotes, slightly in a daze. He really wanted to take these dozens of dollars, but he was worried that he would be taught a lesson by the old man if he refused to compensate, so he counted them and accepted them with a smile:

"Uncle, I will accept these thirty-eight first, and the compensation for the future will come slowly, don't be in a hurry."

"By the way, uncle, my name is Ye Tianlong, what's your surname?"

The old man in gray clothes held his mobile phone: "My surname is Cao, Cao Qiankun. Come on, add me on WeChat."

Ye Tianlong poured a sip of water into his mouth, and then added the old man's WeChat message: Cao Thief!

He almost spit out the tea.

"Okay, I added WeChat. My phone number is also on it. Remember to tell me when the car is repaired."

The old man in gray clothes put his phone back in his pocket: "I will give you the money when the time comes."

Ye Tianlong nodded: "Okay!"

After the old man dealt with the car collision incident, he no longer struggled with Ye Tianlong. He quickly helped the fallen car up and straightened the wheels with a kick.

Ye Tianlong also helped him pick up the scattered bottles. Cao Qiankun nodded to Ye Tianlong: "Thank you, young man. See you again when you have the opportunity."

Ye Tianlong was polite: "Uncle Cao, goodbye."

Cao Qiankun pedaled his bicycle and left elegantly.

Ye Tianlong looked at his back, smiled helplessly, then got into the car and stepped on the accelerator to leave.

Half an hour later, Cao Qiankun rode his bicycle into a scrap recycling shop.

This factory occupies a very large area. There are a lot of scrap metal, paper and bottles piled in front, and there are three big dogs. It looks no different from an ordinary recycling store, but those with good eyesight will notice that there are a few people watching secretly.

The light pine and dark tightness show the simplicity of the junk shop.

Cao Qiankun parked the car in the yard, and a young girl rushed up. After calling her adoptive father, she sent the car and things into the west warehouse.

Cao Qiankun patted the dust off his clothes, then walked through the yard and house to an open space at the back, which was much more popular than the front.

There are ten large pots with hot water in them. There is a girl in front of the pot. She is constantly stirring the hot water with her hands and staring at a copper coin at the bottom of the pot.

Very primitive but very effective practice.

Seeing Cao Qiankun appear, the ten girls shouted in unison: "Hello, foster father."

Cao Qiankun smiled and nodded: "Hello everyone, keep practicing and don't be lazy."

"Don't worry, foster father, they won't be lazy. They want to practice around the clock."

At this moment, the door curtain of a house opened, and a delicate woman with an oval face came out with a smile: "Everyone wants to leave as soon as possible."

"How can it be so easy to become a master?"

Cao Qiankun smiled lightly: "We are not bus pickpockets. Our journey will eventually reach the stars and the sea."

"My foster father is becoming more and more interesting."

The oval-faced woman smiled and said, "Did my adoptive father go hunting this time and gain anything?"

"Of course, I have robbed all the twenty-eight scalpers in Mingjiang Hospital."

Cao Qiankun's tone was very calm: "At least 600,000, you go to the hospital bathroom tomorrow and donate it to those in need."

The oval-faced girl smiled sweetly: "I understand."

"I gained a lot from going out today, not just the prey, but also meeting an interesting person."

There was a hint of interest on Cao Qiankun's face: "I hit that guy's Porsche. The repair fee was less than ten thousand, but he pretended to be crazy and asked me to leave."

"This kind-hearted rich second generation is quite rare. I didn't run away. I scolded him and gave him thirty-eight yuan."

The oval-faced woman became more curious: "Really? There is such a kind person? What is his name? If you meet him in the future, let him go."

Cao Qiankun took out his mobile phone and called up Ye Tianlong's WeChat account.

The oval-faced woman looked over and her pretty face suddenly turned cold: "Ye Tianlong?"

Cao Qiankun was stunned: "Do you know him?"

"Of course I do."

The oval-faced woman sneered: "I know him even if he turns to ashes."

She still feels resentful about her grandma's molestation.

The oval-faced woman took out her mobile phone, called up a professional WeChat account, and uploaded a young photo: "Father, let me add him on WeChat."

Cao Qiankun was slightly stunned, not knowing what happened to his daughter, but he still smiled and asked her to add Ye Tianlong.

The oval-faced woman added it, thinking that it would be approved soon. Unexpectedly, the feedback came back immediately and she refused:

Mojia with small breasts!