"You were wronged, they didn't beat you?" Qin Yu checked Liang Yong. Liang Yong didn't go home for a day, so she naturally found out about the situation.

"Damn it, I'm so angry when I met a big-breasted and brainless goblin..." Liang Yong immediately poured bitterness at Qin Yu with an eloquence.

"Oh, this world does not allow good people to live, why is there no Bao Qingtian again?" Grandma also came out of the room and looked at Liang Yong lovingly and sighed.

"Brother, don't go to those places in the future. The Royal Sister's place is not a good place." Qin Lin whispered.

"Damn, if you have no money or power, you are bullied. The emperor and his sister also earn hard money by relying on their abilities. They go to check every few days, but the auxiliary police want to make extra money..." Liang Yong said angrily.

Qin Yu's face darkened and she said nothing. She silently brought out the food and greeted the two of them for dinner. Obviously, she had something to do.

Liang Yong was hungry all day, and when he saw the delicious food, he immediately lay on the table and ate it hard. He ate most of the food on the table by himself, and then he burped and patted his stomach comfortably.

What made Qin Yu chuckled. Grandma had only eaten a few bites of food now, and she shook her head lovingly.

Liang Yong saw Qin Yu stretching out his hand to cover his mouth, but his face changed drastically. He shot a murderous aura in his eyes and shouted angrily: "Is your wrist injured? Is that kid going to block and entangle you again? I'm going to chop him!"

Qin Yu's wrist was covered with purple circles, which was very conspicuous on her fair skin. She had been holding it with a handkerchief just now, but it was accidentally exposed.

Liang Yong jumped up and picked up a foot-long machete from the room, and was about to fight out.

Qin Yu and grandma exclaimed in unison. Qin Yu hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Liang Yong's wrist tightly and persuaded: "Brother, forget it, the boss has scolded him. Don't go..."

"The birdman from Da Liu can't take care of my sister on his territory. I'll chop him up later." Liang Yong roared, but he didn't dare to break free from Qin Yu, for fear of hurting her wrist again.

Grandma also walked to the gate and guarded her, otherwise Liang Yong would go out.

"Brother, I don't allow you to do whatever you want. I will deal with it myself..." Qin Yu's eyes were full of firm expressions, and for a moment, there was no weak and gentleness as before.

"Use it, listen to the ***, don't cause trouble..." Grandma was also persuading.

Seeing that they could not get rid of them, Liang Yong could only throw down the machete with a gloomy face, ran back to the room and fell asleep...

Qin Yu cleaned up the dishes and cleaned the room, but she didn't sleep much. She looked here from time to time, afraid that Liang Yong would rush out while they were not paying attention. She knew that Liang Yong's temper would definitely go to the guy to fight hard as long as she went out. But that guy was not easy to mess with. The family was rich and powerful, and often had more than a dozen subordinates around her...

Liang Yong woke up and Qin Yu and the others next door were quiet and probably fell asleep. Qin Yu worked hard to do odd jobs. He had to get up at 5 o'clock every morning and went to Liu's quarrels until after 4 o'clock. Liang Yong insisted on not letting Qin Yu work until the evening, otherwise it would take longer.

After waking up, Liang Yong tossed and turned on the bed and could no longer sleep. His mind was full of things, and he thought of the big and brainless Xiao Ling, and Qin Yu, the Li Dachang who bullied him...

Finally, I thought of owing 10,000 yuan from Sister Hua, so I had to pay it back as soon as possible. Although Liang Yong did not save money, he still had a lot of ways to make money. In recent years, he has also made some names on the road. It’s not that he dared to fight and do those underworld activities, he is playing racing. Although he is fat, he is a racing expert. Whether it is motorcycles or cars, he has few records of failure in the racing black market in Huadu.

The bets on these cars are very high, and each time they win or lose is tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. As a driver, he will receive thousands or tens of thousands of rewards every time he wins. The money he bought for the last time was earned by the racing car. It was because of this that Qin Yu overheard him bragging about racing with Lao Wu, and was so angry that he ignored him for a few days and refused to allow him to participate in this dangerous underground racing event.

Liang Yong knew that Qin Yu was worried about him and swearing to Qin Lin to ask for her forgiveness. He didn't want to participate in underground racing anymore. In the past, he liked racing because he liked the excitement and the pleasure of lightning. It was not for winning money to gambling. Now underground racing has become increasingly deteriorating. It is a gambling behavior completely manipulated by the dealer. He has lost the real feeling of racing back then. He is already tired of it.

It seems that it is impossible to make money by participating in racing cars. In addition to racing Liang Yong, he really can't think of a way to make money quickly. Although he has done a lot of jobs, those are not ways to make a lot of money. Now he can earn several thousand yuan a month for air conditioners, but it takes two or three months to pay off Hua Jie's money. Liang Yong feels a little sad in his heart because he has been owed for so long.

Damn, why is it so easy for those corrupt officials to make money...

Liang Yong was so angry that he cursed inwardly, but he had an idea and thought of something. He turned over and got up and walked towards the living room. The temperature of the air conditioner was very low, and he was a little cold with his shirtlessness. Liang Yong looked sneaky when he walked around.

"Brother, where are you going?" Qin Yu's scream came from the darkness. She quickly ran out in her small clothes and pants. The doors of both rooms were not closed, and she had not even sleeped.

"Oh, why are you not sleeping so late?" Liang jumped and turned on the light in the living room and said.

"I'm afraid you can go out while I'm asleep..." Qin Yu blushed and whispered. But her body steadily occupied the door.

"Silly Yu'er, even if I go to settle the score with Li Dachang so late, I can't find him! Go to bed quickly! I'm looking for something." Liang Yong smiled bitterly and reached out to shave her nose gently.

"You didn't lie to me, please hook me!" Qin Yu's pretty face turned redder, and her crystal-clear little fingers stretched out.

Liang hooked her fingers with his thick black thumb.

"If you hang your hook, you will not regret it for a hundred years. If you lie, you will become a big fat pig!" Qin Yu said playfully with her fingers.

"Go to bed quickly! You have to go to work tomorrow." After pulling Gou Liangyong urged Qin Yu to go back to the room, she still stood curiously until she saw Liangyong pull out a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a wooden box from her tool kit. Only then did she believe that Liangyong did not lie to her and went back to the room obediently.

After that, he turned around and persuaded: "Brother, don't smoke, it's bad for your health!"

"Tsk, men don't smoke, can they still call men?" Liang Yong looked at him disdainfully and deliberately walked back to his room with his head raised and his chest raised.

Qin Yu covered her mouth and chuckled. She knew that Liang Yong rarely smoked, and suddenly asked for cigarettes in the middle of the night. She must have been bored, so she was so obedient that she didn't persuade her again.

Liang Yong threw Zhonghua cigarettes aside, took a gilded lighter and took a few glances, then bite the gold foil on the lighter with his teeth. He had seen others use this lighter, which would really be worth more than 00 yuan. But this is only old, and it would be great if it could be sold for thousands of yuan, and it would be thrown aside.

Finally, I picked up the sandalwood box, opened it and took out the peach blossom fan as the size of a palm. I rubbed my palm against the handle of the ivory fan, and a cool feeling came from the palm of my hand, especially the two small steamed buns of the beauty on the handle and her pointed butt. She felt a real softness when she touched...

It seems that this thing is really a valuable thing...

What he didn't notice was that there was a charming figure on the fan, flashing lightly and darkly as his palm touched it, gradually becoming clearer, and he would blink and show a happy laugh...
Chapter completed!