Chapter 1276: Mind Beggar (2)

She really wanted to tell him that the country girl you were talking about was me.
It seems that she still told Jiang Ziliang in advance, lest he be foolishly placed at the mercy of his family.
In addition, if he refuses to pass by, he will make Zeng Yiye lose faith and lose face, it is better to cancel it by Jiang Ziliang.
"I think again, if my cousin's fiancee knows that he has a young and beautiful master, what will happen? Will he crack the jar of vinegar every day? Haha."
Jiang Yufan continued to use his extra imagination.
"Well, I'm his master. You better not say it everywhere, otherwise, it's hard to protect you from your neck cousin's neck."
Yang Zimei said impatiently.
Jiang Yufan shivered, and unconsciously reached out and touched his neck.
"I'm gone and I'll contact you when something happens."
Yang Zimei couldn't wait to hide from his eyes and called Jiang Ziliang.
"Okay, bye, please contact me if you have any questions, I will be at your service anytime."
Jiang Yufan was very attentive.
"Ok."
Yang Zi nodded and left.
This time, I finally got out of this restaurant's door.
Who knows, another accident happened at the door and saw two security guards at the restaurant driving an old beggar who reached out to beg for a guest.
The old beggar was dirty, no matter how the security guards rushed, he just didn't leave, but shivered tremblingly at the broken copper plate with scattered money in his hand, his voice was pitiful, "Please, give me some money , I'm starving. "
"Starve to the street!" The security guard pushed the old man without mercy, "Don't mess us up!"
"Please, give me some money, I'm starving ..."
The old man was pushed to the ground, still begging towards a passing man in a suit and leather.
The man frowned in disgust, "Dead beggar, get me away ..."
Realizing that the beggar stretched out his hand to pull his leg, he tried hard to kick it—
The evil spirit of Yang Zimei's hand popped out and shot on his leg, making his leg soft and unable to kick out.
Yang Zimei will always be more sympathetic to beggars who sympathized with their illnesses in the last life.
She walked over to the old beggar, crouched down, and held him up.
"Please, give me some money. I'm starving."
The old beggar told her pitifully.
Yang Zimei took out his wallet, took three hundred yuan out of it, and handed it to him.
Unexpectedly, he saw that Yang Zimei had a lot of cash in his wallet, his eyes flashed with greed, and he suddenly shot, trying to his entire wallet.
Even if he was less prepared, Yang Zimei would not be so slow to let him take his wallet.
Yang Zimei took the wallet and jumped away.
"Give me the wallet, give me the wallet, that's my wallet!"
Suddenly the old beggar went mad and rushed at her in a desperate manner, trying to his wallet until he could.
Xiao Qian really couldn't see it, stretched out his calf and tripped him to the ground. "What's your wallet? Obviously it's my sister's wallet, OK? You're not begging, it's obviously robbery!"
"It's my wallet, give me, give me ..."
The old beggar persisted and stared greedily at the wallet in Yang Zimei's hand.
Yang Zimei was sweating. If she was just an ordinary girl, this wallet had been seized by him.