220. Chapter 220 Watching him make a fool of himself
The young wonton seller saw Han Mengxiao's enthusiasm, and saw Han Mengxiao and Zi Yihan whispering together, so he immediately ran over: "Sir, does it taste good? Haha, six coins of silver, thank you."
Han Mengxiao leaned her body on the back of the chair and looked at Zi Yi with a cold smile.
Zi Yihan's face turned even redder. He glanced at Han Mengxiao's smile and turned to his boss: "Boss, I'm sorry, I was in a hurry today, so I didn't bring this with me... I didn't bring this with me..."
"I didn't bring any money." Zi Yihan really couldn't say this. He thought that the majestic God of War, the Prince, who controlled the lifeblood of the Zimo Dynasty, didn't pay for a wonton. Word spread to the officials in the court, the dawn of Zimo
What do the people want to say? So he turned around and said, "I, let me write you an IOU. You can pick it up at Prince Daohan's Mansion tomorrow morning. I will give you sixty taels, oh, no six hundred taels."
"Prince Han's Mansion?" When the boss heard these three words, his face suddenly became ugly: "If you want to eat the King's meal, you should find a better excuse. Do you want to say that you are our Zimo in the next sentence?"
The dynasty’s God of War, Prince? Tsk!” The boss said with a look of disdain on his face: “You don’t even think about who Prince Han is. You can come to my stall to eat at night. You are wearing good clothes and good materials, but you can’t even think about it.
It’s cigarette ashes, probably stolen!”
The boss stepped forward and grabbed Zi Yihan's hand: "Come on, let's go with me to see the official. If you don't say that you are from Prince Han's Mansion, I see this beautiful girl is in a good mood. Forget the money tonight, you
How dare you pretend to be Prince Han!"
When the boss said this, Zi Yihan's face darkened: "How dare you covet my woman!" The momentum was originally very good, but when Zi Yihan hugged Han Mengxiao just now, Han Mengxiao misbehaved and smeared soot on the
On his face, Zi Yihan looked disgraced at the moment. He looked so fierce and looked like a bully.
"Who knows if you kidnapped your woman? She is not willing to follow you. Look how hungry you are." The young boss grabbed Zi Yihan and refused to let him go.
He turned his head and said to Han Mengxiao: "Girl, don't be afraid, I will catch this trafficker and bring him to the official immediately."
At this moment, Zi Yihan was upgraded from a tycoon to a human trafficker.
Han Mengxiao nodded cooperatively, with a surprised look on his face: "Brother, is it true? Will you really help me? He..."
The slender jade finger pointed at Zi Yihan, and Han Mengxiao's voice was filled with fear and sorrow: "I took the girl to the temple fair that day, and he used the incense to stun me, and then brought me here in a carriage.
, he said he wanted to sell me to a brothel. I would sneak away at night, but he would catch me every time and beat me up. He wouldn’t even give me enough to eat. Brother, you have to keep your word. Save
I'm out of trouble, don't be like a big brother and run away when you see how powerful he is. If you run away, I will have my legs broken by him, woo woo woo."
Han Mengxiao took the handkerchief that Zi Yihan had wiped her face with, covered her face, looked at Zi Yihan's shriveled face, and smiled secretly.
"It's true!" The young boss immediately patted his chest: "Girl, don't worry, girl, I'm not a man who refuses to save him. I'll send him to see the official right now. This is... ah!" He didn't finish his words.
, the young boss screamed.
Of course it was Zi Yihan who grabbed his shoulder with a backhand: "Yes, I am a human trafficker. Boy, if you want a hero to save a beautiful woman, you must have that ability!"