Cannon fodder: The villain is forced to resign

Chapter 162 That terrible noodle stall 22

Chi Wan was so angry with Qi Yuan that she looked at the high-definition pictures on her phone and decided to go all out. She couldn't be Mrs. Xu, so Qi Yuan couldn't even think about sleeping and flying with Mr. Ming.

Chi Wan contacted Song Lin's assistant Yang Cheng. After all, she did not have Song Lin's contact information.

On the other side, when Yang Cheng received the call, he was very confused. Miss Qi had nothing to do with the third master in the first place. Chi Wan, as Miss Qi's mother, was not aware of it at all. Thinking about it, the Xu family could not survive.

Chi Wan has always emphasized that he must speak to Song Lin and personally expose Qi Yuan's erratic behavior and tendency to follow others' influence.

Yang Cheng's sickly pale complexion was sluggish and strange. Did Mrs. Xu want to personally rub salt into Third Master's wounds?

However, in line with the principle of helping others to the end, Yang Cheng very kindly agreed to let Chi Wan contact his third master.

Due to some emergencies, Song Lin and Yang Cheng were temporarily outside an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Ningcheng. Yang Cheng walked towards Song Lin and wanted to hand Song Lin the mobile phone he used to talk to Chi Wan.

At that time, the roof of the abandoned factory was dilapidated, and one could see the sky full of stars. The moon hung high in the sky, its light was bright but not dazzling.

The clouds drifted over the moon, forming a thick layer, blocking the originally bright moon. The moon's light no longer showed even a little bit, and it was silent, as if it didn't exist.

In fact, the moon borrows the light from the sun. If it is blocked even slightly, it will be vulnerable to damage until it is no longer visible.

The sun can shine by itself, even if it is blocked by clouds, the world is still bright.

Yang Cheng inexplicably thought of the Xu family. This time, the Xu family was really going to end.

Yang Cheng found Song Lin, who was slowly wiping the blood from his fingertips. There was a pool of blood on the ground, which was a bit dazzling.

Yang Chengcheng turned a blind eye and respectfully handed over his mobile phone, "Third Master, Mrs. Xu has something to tell you."

Song Lin threw the silk satin handkerchief to his subordinate and took the phone, with a careless expression and fierceness that had not dissipated.

"Mrs. Xu, what's the matter?"

Song Lin's voice sounded particularly beautiful in the dark night, but it contained dissatisfaction and danger.

Chi Wan gritted her teeth. She was very nervous when she spoke to Song Lin for the first time.

However, when Chi Wan thought about Qi Yuan, she was determined to have a life-and-death situation. She must not let Qi Yuan have an easy time!

"Third Master! You must make the decision for us!"

Chi Wan's voice was mournful. If it weren't for the cruel look on her face, it would be hard to tell that she was pretending.

Song Lin sneered and walked towards the outside of the factory, "What's the matter?"

He didn't think that the Xu family needed him to make the decision. Besides, Yang Cheng just handed over the phone as if he was watching a good show, and he clearly wanted to watch the fun.

"Third Master, our little wish is actually with Mr. Ming behind your back!"

"I only found out tonight, Third Master, our Xu family has never taught her to behave like this!"

"Third Master, don't worry, if you want to teach her a lesson, we won't stop you."

"Third Master, I still have photos here. I have sent them to Assistant Yang. This is evidence. I hope it can help Third Master overthrow Mr. Ming."

Song Lin listened to Chi Wan ramble on and on, one head and two big ones. Finally, after Chi Wan finished speaking, Song Lin spoke.

"Mrs. Xu, do you know who your daughter is?"

Chi Wan didn't know what Song Lin was talking about. She just thought that Song Lin was warning her and blamed her for not being optimistic about Qi Yuan, so she hurriedly explained.

"If the third master likes her, Qi Yuan must be the third master's!" Chi Wan slandered Qi Yuan again and added, "It's all because of that damn girl's erratic and ambitious films!"

Song Lin: "..."

Is this horse riding adding salt to his wounds?

After Song Lin hung up the phone, he saw the photo uploaded on his phone again. It was Qi Yuan and Ming Sui sitting together, moving intimately, and the location was the same chair where he and Qi Yuan had sat in the Bai family courtyard.

Song Lin's eyes stung, he threw the phone to Yang Cheng, and said in a low voice, "Next time I want to see my joke again, I will never take it lightly."

Yang Cheng nodded, put away his phone, "Understood."

The winter time is slow and long, and in the blink of an eye, the new year is approaching.

The Spring Festival atmosphere in Shuiyunwan is strong, all relying on Mingsui and his group of "lively" subordinates.

A group of people do nothing and spend all day studying which couplets look good and which color lanterns are beautiful.

Shuiyun Bay was completely immersed in red, with a strong festive atmosphere.

Qi Yuan thought that this group of people was extremely noisy, so he took his little three-wheel to find a quiet place, euphemistically saying that he would work hard to buy a pair of Spring Festival couplets at the end of the year to contribute to Shuiyun Bay.

The system is particularly suspicious, as its host is unlikely to be able to earn a pair of Spring Festival couplets.

Facts have proven that if you don’t set the flag too early, you will get slapped in the face.

As the saying goes, willows planted unintentionally will create shade.

At a cold intersection with a north wind, Qi Yuan was stopped by an old man while waiting for the light to turn green.

Qi Yuan had some impressions of the old man. After all, it was her first time meeting him just for a bowl of noodles.

"Little friend!"

This time the old man was wearing a dark red Tang suit, holding a dragon-headed crutch in his hand, looking majestic, yet low-key and restrained.

Qi Yuan glanced at the old man, pinched his fingers unconsciously, and his eyes suddenly became clear.

"Mr. Tang, nice to meet you."

Mr. Tang agreed with a smile, and went to a nearby park with Qi Yuan. Qi Yuan went out today not for work, but just to get some peace and quiet, so she simply went with Mr. Tang.

Ningcheng Lake Park.

Qi Yuan and Mr. Tang were sitting on the bench. They were far apart. Mr. Tang's eyes were full of excitement. If he wasn't afraid of scaring Qi Yuan, Mr. Tang would definitely come forward!

"My little friend, you still don't know what to call me?"

"Surname Qi."

Qi Yuan didn't say any unnecessary words. She needed to relax in this world and would not participate in any research or discussion. Anyway, one more world for her was not too much, and one without her was not too little.

[Host, take a rest when you are tired of saving the world in the last world. There is no need to be so harsh.]

It can feel the host's sense of responsibility for the small world, but that mouth is harder than that of a dead duck.

Qi Yuan logged off the system and continued chatting with Mr. Tang. After all, idleness was idleness and he would go home near noon.

"Who did my little friend learn from? He has such a thorough understanding of the essence of Chinese medicine. He is truly a hero!"

Qi Yuan's eyes twitched. The noodle soup she made was just the simplest qi-replenishing prescription taught by her master, and she just modified it a little.

However, she accepts all compliments, and her beautiful rainbow farts can bring a good mood.

"It's not convenient to reveal." Qi Yuan looked at Xiao Sanlun, "Would you like a bowl?"

“Very cheap.”

Qi Yuan was severely beaten by reality. He really had no talent for cooking, so he could only stew medicinal soup.

Mr. Tang shook his head warily, "My little friend, are you interested in working in our Tang family's traditional Chinese medicine clinic? How about a monthly salary of 100,000?"

Mr. Tang estimated that Qi Yuan would not refuse this price. After all, it is better to work in a high-paying and suitable Chinese medicine clinic to sell noodles that ordinary people do not understand the value of. He can not only exert his value but also get high income.

(End of chapter)