Ye Jindong did not go home directly, but came to the familiar noodle stall.

The owner of the pasta stall is doing business, and his daughter Amei is also helping.

In fact, as far as Ye Jindong knows, most of the reason why this pasta stall can hold on to its business here is due to A Mei's credit - she is a beautiful girl. Many office workers like to eat noodles and drink beer here after night shifts, and then look at the beauties. Some of them tease each other for a few more words.

However, due to heavy rainstorms during the day, the business of the pasta stall tonight was not very good, with only two or three deserted customers.

Ye Jindong walked over, took out a cigarette and handed it over, "Don't you close the stall yet?"

"What are you going to collect? It's like being a person in our business. The whole family has to support you, and you can't have time to spare!" The noodle stall owner took the cigarette handed over by Ye Jindong, bit it in his mouth, and watched his daughter Amei give the newly prepared noodle soup to the guests.

Ye Jindong took out the firearm and wanted to light it for him, but the boss used fire tongs to clip a piece of charcoal in the stove and lit the cigarette.

"Where are the things I have placed here?" Ye Jindong asked with a breath of smoke.

"Look at it under the dining car!" The noodle stall owner leaned against the front of the dining car to smoke, and was too lazy to ask Ye Jindong what he was storing it.

In the eyes of the noodle stall owner, how much can the things stored by young and dandy guys like Ye Jindong be worth? It is probably controlled knives, or pirated CDs and other messy things.

Ye Jindong smiled, then bent down and took out the black backpack from under the dining car, opened the chain and took a look. Everything inside was there, including US dollars, gold bars, diamonds, bearer securities, and other important documents.

If the pasta stall knew that the backpack was worth more than 30 million, it would probably scare him to death.

After pulling the chain of the backpack again, Ye Jindong carried it on his back, and then said to the owner of the pasta stall: "Thank you!"

The boss raised his chin and spitted a small cigarette, "Why thank you, I'll visit my stall in the future! Also, don't always order Yangchun noodles, order some stir-frying dishes, stir-frying meat, etc., so I can make more money!"

"It must be!" Ye Jindong smiled and turned around and left.

But before he could walk away, he heard someone calling him behind him, not the noodle stall owner, but his daughter A Mei.

"Wait a minute!" A Mei took something and caught up with Ye Jindong.

A gust of fragrant wind came, and A Meiye had already arrived.

Ye Jindong looked at A Mei and asked with a smile: "What are you doing?"

A Mei was obviously a little shy. Seeing Ye Jindong looking at her, she couldn't help but flash her beautiful eyes, avoid Ye Jindong's eyes, and then handed the gift in her hand, with a twisted expression: "I'm giving it to you!"

Ye Jindong looked at it, but it was a men's fashion bag containing things.

"What?"

"Suit, but not a famous brand." A Mei's voice was very low, and her beautiful eyes quickly glanced at Ye Jindong.

"Uh, why do you want to give me a suit?" Ye Jindong continued to ask.

"Your old."

"My old one, I will buy new ones by myself," said Ye Jindong.

"Then do you... want it?" A Mei raised her courage and looked up at Ye Jindong.

Ye Jindong scratched his eyebrows with his tail finger, looked at the suit, and looked at A Mei, "To be honest, I don't know anything except that you are a name A Mei, the daughter of the pasta stall owner. I don't know what your surname is, where you live, what you usually do, whether you are a student, or..."

Before Ye Jindong finished speaking, A Mei stared at her beautiful eyes and said, "My surname is Chu, my name is Chu Yumei, I live in Midun, I am not a student, I usually work in a coffee shop, and my dream is to be an artist, so I am now studying in a TV star training class!"

He paused, "Now you know my background, can you accept my gift?"

Ye Jindong: “…?!”

I couldn't help scratching my eyebrows again, "Can I ask another question? Why do you give me a gift? Do you want to fuck me?"

Chu Yumei stuffed the suit into Ye Jindong's arms: "Don't think too much! I gave it to you to repay you to save me last time! As for whether to soak you, do you think you are really a handsome guy?" After saying that, his beautiful eyes flashed, he gave Ye Jindong a strong look, and turned around and left.

Ye Jindong: “…?!”

He pinched his chin and said to himself: "I don't know the goods---Everyone says I'm very beautiful, even more beautiful than that dead ghost, Liang Kun!"

...

Not far away---

Chu Mengxiong, the owner of the pasta stall, held a cigarette in his mouth and leaned against the food truck market. When he saw his daughter Chu Yumei running back with her mouth pouting, he teased her and said, "What, are you not happy when you give the gift?"

"You have to care!" Chu Yumei was very angry.

Chu Mengxiong laughed: "I was dumped by someone? So what I said is that few young men are kind-hearted. If you stick to it, you will only be unlucky!"

Chu Yumei: "You will die if you say less?!"

"Oh, you girl has started cursing your dad? I will support you for 17 or 18 years..." Chu Mengxiong made a move and was about to get angry.

Chu Yumei went, and her tears fell down.

Chu Mengxiong was immediately at a loss, "Don't, don't cry! Your mother died early. My dad was just joking with you just now--If that kid really bullies you, I will chop him with a kitchen knife!"

Chu Yumei wiped her tears and her eyes were red, "Don't worry!"

"Okay, okay, I don't care, I'll do nothing!" Chu Mengxiong hurriedly pulled the tissue and handed it over, "I just watched it like this, can't it be possible? To be honest, what future can a young and dandy have? I really don't know what you are obsessed with him?"

Chu Yumei wiped her eyes with a tissue and pouted: "He is handsome, can't he do it?"

"Your dad, I'm very handsome too!" Chu Mengxiong tilted his toes, leaned against the dining car, and threw his soft hair back, posing in a classic pose, "In the past, my dad was known as the 'Little Prince of Mitton', and also called the 'Richard Kiel of the noodle stall industry'!"

Chu Yumei chuckled, "What are you doing, you're not ashamed!"

"What does shame mean? What I said is true in your father!" Chu Mengxiong was excited. "If you don't believe me, please ask. Midnight, who are those middle-aged and elderly women in their thirties and forties who don't know me Chu Mengxiong?"

Chu Yumei gave her father a blank look and said deliberately: "Not only is he handsome, he is also a person with a story..."

"Oh, it turns out that you like to listen to stories! You are looking for the right person. Your dad, I am also a man with stories... You know, I used to be a bitchy, and the nickname was 'Pili Hand'. When I hit people, my hand speed was very fast, faster than cooking! Alas, don't leave, my story can be told to you for three days and three nights!"

"Ignore you!" Chu Yumei knew that her father was blowing water endlessly, so she immediately went to clean up the dishes and chopsticks that the guests had used.

Looking at his daughter's back, Chu Mengxiong sighed, squinted his eyes, and took a sip of the cigarette that was about to burn to his butt. Then he threw it away reluctantly. He looked at his almost torn leather shoes and his clothes stained with oil. Since his wife passed away, no one has ever bought these things for him. He couldn't help but say, "Hey, a woman is too old to stay, stay and stay and stay and become a grudge!"

After muttering a few words in his heart, Chu Mengxiong picked up the guy and prepared to close the stall. It seemed that there were no customers tonight.

At this moment, he saw a big bag next to the dining cart. Could it be that the guest had forgotten?

Chu Mengxiong couldn't help but open it and looked, and saw that there was a set of clothes and a pair of shoes - brand new leather shoes, shining brightly.

For a moment, Chu Mengxiong's heart heated up and tears almost flowed out.

Not far away---

Chu Yumei playedfully and said, "Are you very touched? That's what I bought with the money I earned from working in a coffee shop!"

"That's a big deal!" Chu Mengxiong said, "It's natural for my daughter to buy things for me!"

Having said that, Chu Mengxiong touched the new clothes and new leather shoes, as if he was touching his beloved baby, and he couldn't let go of it.

Then, Chu Mengxiong's eyes moved from his clothes and shoes to the place where Ye Jindong left, narrowed his eyes and said, "Boy, don't be sorry for my daughter, otherwise---"

Chu Mengxiong grabbed his hands in front of him like lightning. When he opened his palm, there was already an extra fly that was held to death inside.

Patch your hands and throw them away!
Chapter completed!