Chapter 937: You are not a neuropathy (70)

Sure enough, Shen Mubai’s attention was quickly transferred to the past, she was nervous and began to circle with the instant noodles in the room. "Yeah, what should I do?"
The system said, "You still continue to run, don't stay here, and change places."
Shen Mubai’s tears are eating noodles.
I think, but if I ran, I would have no money to eat.

Yes, her identity in this world is not only an orphan, but also a poor man.
The original owner pleaded and complained all day, and changed jobs at the end of the three days. Finally, he stayed in the house and stayed up late to play games, and finally died.
There is only one box of instant noodles left in the room, and there are more than a thousand dollars.
If Shen Mubai runs away, the money is only enough for her to rent a house.
Really miserable, so thinking, Shen Mubai can not help but sorrow.
The system is cold and cold. "Then you are here waiting for He Zeyu to come to the door."
He slammed a chill, and Shen Mubai shook his head firmly, laughing, and the other side was in the spiritual world. The real world will still go where it is.
So she swept a half-box of instant noodles and had more than a thousand dollars to run.
Then rented a place to live, but 20 square meters.
Here the mermaid is mixed, are ordinary office workers, and some graduate students who have just come out to practice.
Shen Mubai’s single girl who couldn’t get out of the house for a whole day was particularly eye-catching. She ate the instant noodles for two days and smelled the smell of the food from the balcony next door. She was stunned by tears.
"System, let's go when we are." She can't even add to her ham, and there is something more tragic than this.
The system is guilty, "fast."
If it is weekdays, Shen Mubai may have noticed that the system is not right, but she is now hungry and emptied, even the instant noodles are saved and not dare to go out to find a job, for fear of being caught accidentally.
When I was sleeping at night, I couldn’t get hot. I could only hold the fan of the former tenant’s left fan, and then slept in the past.
There is only one flavor in instant noodles. Three meals a day are all, and Shen Mubai is about to eat.
When the door was knocked, she first warned, "Who is."
"It's me, the landlord." The woman's voice rang from the outside.
Shen Mubai breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to the door. "It turned out to be Zhang Jie, is there anything?"
Zhang Jie smiled unnaturally. "I stewed a pot of braised pork and couldn't finish it, so I want to send you some."
Shen Mubai didn't think much about it. He only thought that today's landlord was a bit warm, but when he thought of braised pork, he couldn't help but sip a slobber. "You are waiting for Zhang Jie, I will come right away."
When she approached the door, she just opened the door and saw several black-faced men standing on the outside with a look of fierceness, while Zhang Jie was faintly fading back a few steps, her eyes dodging.
Shen Mubai, "..."
When she just wanted to close the door, she was opened by one of the big men, and the others went straight in.
Shen Mubai panicked. She remembered that the original owner did not seem to owe us a loan, "What do you want to do?"
A few black men did not speak, but they gave each other a look. One of them was polite. "Miss Song, please take a trip with us."
Shen Mubai secretly clenched his mobile phone. "I don't know you, why should I go with you?"
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