Chapter 942: Angel girl (1)

A farce passed, and Yang Zimei and Xia Mo continued to prepare barbecue materials.
However, Xia Mo was always upset, and he was scolding how that shame could be so shameless.
"Oh, it's all gone, why do we waste our tongues with that kind of person?"
Yang Zimei smiled.
"Just take care of it. Change me and don't take her to the police station. I'm absolutely unwilling. It's just too much. Right, what does she mean by the one hundred million tubes?"
Xia Mo asked curiously.
Yang Zimei said something about the story.
"My aunt, there is such a person. If it wasn't for you, the copper plate was n’t used to feed the cat plate. What's more, you also helped her to treat her man. She was so embarrassed to return things. Now she even wants to It's shameless to ask you to touch the porcelain. "
After Xia Mo heard it, he scolded uncomfortably.
"The previous things are understandable. After all, I have some insincerity, but I have returned everything to her, and now I still want to ask me to be an injustice, it is a bit strange."
Yang Zimei shook her head.
"Regardless of her, anyway, such a person is bound to have no good end." Xia Mo saw some indignant expression on Yang Zimei's face, and turned back to comfort her.
"Well, it's just a little bit of a wave. Let's buy chicken wings and chicken legs."
The two came to the chicken stall and heard that the boss lady was scolding a girl about eight years old.
"You dead girl, why are you so stupid? You steal your mother's chicken every day and go out to the beggars on the street. What is the picture? Don't you know how difficult it is for your mother to make a few dollars a day?"
The girl flattened her mouth, lowered her head in a grievance, and whispered, "Those beggars are poor without food. Anyway, we will sell a lot of leftovers every day."
"What does it matter to us if they do n’t have food? Who cares if we do n’t have food? Why is my wife so struggling to make money? Isn't it to make enough money to help you heal your face?"
The boss madly reached out and patted the girl's head. "I've seen stupid people, I've never seen you so stupid, give your own things to others, and dare to do this next time, I can't spare you!"
The girl bit her lip and did not speak.
Yang Zimei looked at a face that had been burned by the fire, leaving a large ugly scar on her face, which made her beautiful and pleasant face a little bit shaky.
This face, Yang Zimei will not forget.
In the last life, if she had a friend, it was the girl in front of her.
On countless hungry nights, it was she who came with hot chicken drumsticks and wings to eat for herself, and chatted with her, looking at her eyes, full of compassion.
"Sister Zimei, we are all miserable. You are homeless. My face is so ugly. No one wants to play with me. My mother had planned to make enough money to help me with the surgery, but After she gave birth to her brother, she refused to help me, saying that it would cost tens of thousands of dollars, and she couldn't afford it. My brother also scolded me every day, and my classmates laughed at me. We are all poor people.
A 17-year-old girl at the time often told her sadly.
Yang Zimei was also sad.
Although the girl had an ugly face, she was an angel in the eyes of the homeless people in City A.
She often brings food, especially chicken, which everyone can't eat often, to everyone to satisfy everyone.