Chapter 1122: Want to vomit, want to sleep

"Who wants to be a family with you?" Huang Ling disdainfully said cold.
The old man reached out and asked Huang Ling for money: "Give me eighty dollars and take a taxi."
Huang Ling is watching the mobile phone in his hand. She compromised and pulled out a hundred dollar bill from her trouser pocket.
She put it heavily on the hands of the old man: "Give me one hundred, no thanks, please return the phone to me!"
When the father took the money, he naturally returned the phone to her.
After taking the mobile phone, Huang Ling returned the sack to him: "Cust keep your property, where do you come from, go, don't send, go slowly!"
After that, Huang Ling turned and strode away.
"It's a lovely girl." The old man looked at Huang Ling's back, and there was a kind smile on his face.
Huang Ling walked too fast, and the stomach that held her, as she walked, like a throwing one, one after another, and soon after, it hurt.
It was a severe pain, and she had to stop and hug her stomach.
The painful face was twisted into a ball, and hated: "Smelly old man, really said by him, the stomach is about to explode."
When the old man saw her from behind, she knew that she had a stomachache.
The old man shook his head. "There is no measure of the hoe, the body is too weak, and it is refined."
Huang Ling just stood for a while, and after the pain was alleviated, she slowly walked toward Gu’s building.
Until her shadow, far and far away, the old man took out his cell phone from his body and got a number.
In French, gnashing his teeth and saying: "Oh, you want to!"
"Respected grandfather, you made her so bad, I don't know you for three minutes. Now more than three minutes, I know you."
"I saw it, it was a very rude girl."
"Scarred on the face -"
"The cream that your cousin has developed can make her scars fade, without cosmetic surgery."
"That's good."

People who care about their appearance are superficial.

"..."
"Hey! That girl, like your mommy, is fun, you can talk."
"I can pass my grandfather's eyes and prove that I have a good eye."
"Hey! Compared with Aina, it’s a long way off."
"Grandfather, I went swimming and hung up."
"Bad boy."
I said that the stinky boy couldn’t help but think of the stinky old man.
Thinking of the stinky old man, the old man couldn’t help but smile.
On the roadside, a sanitation worker pushed the cleaning car past.
The old man waved at him and said in a non-standard K language: "Come here, I will give you a bottle."
The sanitation worker stopped and walked over to him.
When the old man lifted the sack with one arm, he did not have to drag it like Huang Ling.
He handed the sanitation worker: "There are all Coke cans, mineral water bottles."
The sanitation worker looked at the old man: "Don't you?"
Father said with a smile: "No, it's too heavy."
The sanitation took it and smiled. "Then I took it, thank you."

Eat too much, Huang Ling sat in the afternoon and did not want to move.
Also dozing off.
She hugged her abdomen and squatted on the table, muttering: "I can't eat for three days. It's so uncomfortable, I can't vomit and vomit, I eat the hawthorn, and I don't digest it."
Song Wuyou sitting in front of her handed her a box of Jianweixiaoshi: "Let's take a look."
"Don't eat, sweet, I smell sweet now, I want to vomit." Huang Ling lazily squatted there, "I want to sleep."