Wen Yan took advantage of him to squeeze past her, bumped into him slightly, and took the opportunity to quietly press his left chest.

Monkey Face was so flustered that he didn't notice it for a moment and left in a hurry.

Just as Wen Yan guessed, he did not have a number. Instead, he overheard Qin Pu chatting with an old woman when he was on the bus, so he decided to follow him and looked for an opportunity to deceive him. Little did he know that he was about to succeed.

It was actually exposed by Wen Yan.

"Kid, just wait. If I don't beat you to death later, I won't be ashamed to hang out on the street anymore!" After the monkey-faced man left, he was still mumbling, obviously wanting to take revenge.

…

"No. 790!"

After waiting for a while, a shout came from the front.

Wen Yan pushed Qin Pu, and the latter came back to his senses, smiled gratefully at him, and pushed forward: "Come on, come on!"

A middle-aged man next to him gave Wen Yan a thumbs up: "Young man, okay."

Wen Yan smiled and pushed forward after Qin Pu.

There were less than two hundred people left in the aisle, which was much looser than before, but there were still people coming from behind.

No wonder, in a city like Pingyuan, not to mention the regular salary of 10,000, even the trial salary of 5,000 is already a considerable amount of income.
Chapter completed!