Quick Transmigration: Cannon Fodder Comes to Counterattack

She handed Huang Mao 100 yuan:

"take it and buy some medicine to wipe it."

Looking at the other three people, he said: "after all, these people are tired of you."

Huang Mao stretched out his hand to take it. Then he thought of something and pulled back his hand. He looked at Meng Li with a smile:

"elder sister, this money, this money, I will treat you as my filial piety."

Meng Li took back his hand and impolitely collected all the money. He said to Huang Mao:

"I know what you want."

Yellow hair

Meng Li said to Huang Mao:

"then I'll go."

Huang Mao was relieved:

"then take your time."

Don't come next time.

How far is it? How far is it.

Meng Li turned around and planned to leave. Then he stopped, looked at Huang Mao, pondered for a while and said:

"that's right."

Huang Mao suddenly became tense again and said:

"what's the matter, elder sister?"

Meng Liwei said with a smile:

"don't be nervous. I just want you to help me with something."

Huang Mao shook his head:

"elder sister, if you have anything, you can do it. I'll do it."

"Just do it."

Meng Li said:

"my son is at school, and there are still some debts that haven't been recovered. I heard that these are all your younger brothers. Tell them about them and ask them to give you the money."

"Remember, don't give it to my son. Let my son think you haven't returned it."

Huang Mao didn't understand the reason why Meng Li did it. He wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask.

Meng Li's expression suddenly cooled down, his eyes flashed fiercely, and said to Huang Mao:

"you just need to do things well."

"Or I'll find you wherever you go."

"Otherwise, you think my son is going out with you. How did I find him?"

Huang Mao's heart to ask was completely broken. Indeed, they found a quiet place. This woman could still find it. Although she didn't know how to do it, she didn't want to get the same treatment.

He nodded again and again:

"OK, I see. It's natural to borrow money to pay back."

Meng Li nodded and asked again:

"I said that I can't let my son know."

Huang Maolian nodded:

"yes, yes."

Meng Li said:

"you're good. Don't provoke me. I won't trouble you in the future."

"Otherwise..." Meng Li's eyes are meaningful.

Huang Mao has a bitter look on his face:

"elder sister, how dare I come to your trouble? I'm very grateful for your letting me go."

Meng Li said, and then he turned and left.

She's not afraid of yellow hair, but she's a waste of time.

This time it should be in place.

Meng Li turned around and went out of the door. Huang Mao's body could no longer support him. He was paralyzed and cursed: "Damn, smelly woman."

Hate teeth itch, but helpless.

Ghost don't know to get into such a trouble.

We can't blame Society for our fate.

Several people simply took off their clothes to check their wounds. Looking at each other's blue and swollen bodies, they were a little startling.

Too hard.

And they don't seem to have hurt the girl.

It's too bad.

I also have a deeper understanding of Meng Li's strength.

Everyone's mind is in the battle between heaven and man, and he is not reconciled to being beaten by Meng Li in this way. He wants to revenge.

But they don't want to try again.

I really don't know the depth of Meng Li.

A few people in the heart of all kinds of choices, hesitation, a few people also regardless of the body injury, is discussing whether to revenge back.

Meng Li carries her schoolbag on the street and walks towards home. She feels that she is still overworked tonight. She is a little tired, so she takes a taxi.

When you give the fare, you get the money from Huang Mao. It should be the same. Huang Mao should not only take advantage of it, but Huang Mao really has only so much money.

It's no use forcing her to yell.

When he was downstairs, Meng Li looked up at the windows of his house, and the lights in the living room were still on.

When Meng Li came home, Yue Xiaowei looked at Meng Li and was deeply relieved:

"Mom, are you back?"

Meng Li let out a loud noise and threw the rolling pin into the garbage can. How can a rolling pin that has been beaten by others roll noodles.

He handed his bag and watch to Yue Xiaowei.

Yue Xiaowei took the things, opened the schoolbag and had a look, but there were still many things in it.There are not only some books in the bag, but also some of his favorite gadgets.

"Are you all right, Ma?" Yue Xiaowei checked the good things, thinking that he was so useless and wanted his mother to take them, he looked guilty and his voice was a little weak.

Meng Li sighed and said earnestly:

"it's all right, son. My mother doesn't blame you for this. In the process of growing up, I do some confused things that my mother can understand. I hope you can learn from it."

"Do you see it now? They don't really mean it to you. As long as you can see it, it's worth it no matter how much mom pays. "

Yue Xiaowei evades Meng Li's eyes and bites his lips.

I see.

It's disgusting, just like the bad guys on TV.

"After all, Ma's ability is not strong, and her business is not good now. I hope every penny will be spent on the blade, not like this."

She added, looking deeply at Yue Xiaowei.

Yue Xiaowei lowered his head and said in a low voice:

"Mom, I know I'm wrong."

Meng Li patted Yue Xiaowei on the shoulder, looking tired:

"well, have a rest early, tomorrow will be fine."

Yue Xiaowei moved his lips and said with embarrassment:

"Mom, I cooked tremella soup for you."

Meng Li's heavy face suddenly stretched out and said with great interest:

"tremella soup?"

Yue Xiaowei nodded and went to the kitchen to give Meng Li tremella soup. Meng Li took a look at the tremella soup. There were red dates in it, only one bowl. He asked:

"don't you drink it?"

Yue Xiaowei shook his head:

"I'm not hungry."

Meng Li said with a smile, "if I'm not hungry, I'll drink it. It's cold outside. I didn't expect that I would go home and warm myself with tremella soup."

Yue Xiaowei had a shy smile. He didn't know what he could do. He racked his brains to come up with the idea.

After a taste of tremella soup, eh, it's sweet and greasy. Maybe it's too much sugar.

Meng Li said casually:

"it's very sweet. You can try to put less sugar next time."

Yue Xiaowei let out a sound and kept it in mind.

Meng Li drinks tremella soup and asks Yue Xiaowei to go to bed first. She also takes a bath. Then she sits and practices for a while before falling asleep.

The next day, Yue Xiaowei passed the day in terror. Others ignored him and looked like he was waiting to see a good play.

Yue Xiaowei endured, no one to accompany him to play, he can only read books in school, children's mind, as if this can prove, we before the boundary is particularly obvious.

You're playing. I'm reading.

I don't play with you because I love books, hum.

With so many students sitting and reading in the classroom, Yue Xiaowei felt that he was not alone.