Chapter 662: Little trouble, I like you (12)

- "This chance is almost impossible?"
- "Do not try to know?"
Do not try to know?
That night, she was moved by him and really tried it.
It’s just her money, she didn’t spend it, and his flowers went out.
The banknote, in this world, circulated and flowed, and after a year and six months, it flowed to her hand.
It turned out that he had already liked a little trouble at that time...
It turned out that the changes he made at that time were really like what she guessed.
The breath of Qin Yu’s love has become a little short.
The middle-aged woman has exchanged her renminbi for the foreign currency she needs, and she has delivered it from a small window.
Qin Hao loves to hold the banknote, standing in front of the foreign currency exchange window, and does not move.
The people behind the queue, some anxious, began to rush, but she was unaware.
The middle-aged woman licked her eyebrows, reached out and knocked on the glass heavily. She said to the loud voice of the microphone: "Miss, your money has been exchanged, and you have to let me know, and there are customers waiting behind."

Her voice was a bit high and she woke up Qin Qin's love.
She said "sorry" twice, and picked up the money. Even if the verification was not verified, she would follow the crowd and walk towards the security checkpoint.
In the whole process of queuing over the security check, Qin Yu loves the situation.
After a good security check, she lost the ticket, folded back, and found it for a while before she found it on the ground near the security check.
She walked to the terminal, and sat down. She looked directly at the fog outside the window and had some serious days. She held the banknote that wrote "Little trouble, I like you." The launch was staying.
It takes another hour and twenty minutes to take off from the plane.
Her eyes were sluggish for more than 140 minutes, only to move hard and sour eyes.
The plane she was flying on, she had to fly for eight hours, and now she has already boarded the plane. She is afraid that the plane is bored, and she has half an hour to close the cabin door. She went to the bookstore in front and chose it. A few magazines.
At the checkout, she smashed out all the renminbi except the one that wrote "Little trouble, I like you", and still not enough magazines.
She went to the pocket and wanted to see if she could find out the usual change.
The jacket she wore, passed through yesterday, and there were a lot of messy things in the pocket on the left side. There were paper towels, keys, and two people who had eaten dinner along the big road last night. Small card.
She reloaded those things back into the pocket on the left, then went to the right pocket, which had her mobile phone, the ticket and ID card, and the bank card that was used for the withdrawal...
She put those things in the side pockets of the bag, pulled the zipper, and went to the right pocket to touch it, and she found out a lot of piecemeal money.
Twenty yuan, ten yuan, one yuan...
After she made up the money needed to give the bookstore cashier, there was still left in her hand.
If you go abroad, you probably won’t spend the yuan.
Qin Yu loves to count how much money is left, to see if he wants to buy a few bottles of water and some fruit to take the plane, but he sees a red one hundred dollar bill from the remaining pile of one yuan.