I felt that the things I said before seemed to be talking nonsense. At this time, when I looked at Hu Yiyi, I felt very difficult to have any twists and turns in my heart.

"She left this morning. We don't know where she has gone now. Please pay attention to it recently. I will go to the old man to find clues. I believe that if she wants to leave, she will definitely tell the old man." I said.

Hu Yiyi nodded at me. I can choose to ignore everything that happened here after Ah Tu left, but recently I found that everything that happened here seems to be related to fate. Although I had this feeling before, I don’t know why this feeling is particularly strong now. Maybe I have grasped the tail of fate?

I know that it’s useless to think too much now. I’d better go to the old man to work honestly after eating. At least when I get there, the old man will give me some suggestions.

I went out and looked at the branches that were ravaged by heavy rain last night. This feeling was very wonderful. I seemed to be a ravaged branch. No matter who came over, I would not take a look. I had no tragic fate. At this time, I could be said to be a very ordinary person, half dead. What am I pursuing? I don’t know, there were several luxury cars passing by, and my eyes were a little moved.

I never thought that one day I could live in such a villa. Although all this is not mine, isn’t this unreality the same as my current state? No one would believe that there are really ghosts in this world when I haven’t encountered ghosts. But when you see them and integrate them into them, you will find that ghosts are the weakest things in this world. Those powerful ones are also unknown at the same time.

I sorted out my mood a little. I didn't think about where Ah Tu was going, because I believe that nothing in this world can threaten her. Apart from fate, isn't fate also a half-dead state now? Sometimes I think fate is half-dead, and I am half-dead. From this point of view, we seem quite similar.

I took a taxi and went back to the old man.

When I got off the bus, I found that the vendor selling breakfast along the street was still working hard. I sighed deeply. How long has it been? I wondered if I first walked here with a confused mentality, I was like this? My mentality at that time would not have become like this. I walked to the familiar aunt and bought two buns. The old man was still fighting against the landlord at this time, right?

Alas, forget it.

"Uncle Chen? I'm back." I started shouting as soon as I entered the door.

The old man still did not forget his responsibilities, and was still fighting hard on his greasy computer. I was stunned.

He raised his head and held a bun that had not been bitten open in the bottom.

"You, did you buy your own breakfast?" I said blankly.

The old man glanced at me helplessly.

"I don't say anything when I come back. I can't let myself starve to death, right?" the old man said to me.

I curled my lips. As expected, the buns I bought this morning were in vain again.

I picked up one and sat on the chair and ate it on my own. Although I had breakfast, the bun would be ruined if I didn't eat it.

"Uncle Chen, how is the record this morning?" I said to this guy.

The old man's expression changed a little when he looked at me.

"The record is pretty good. I lost ten accounts of Happy Beans in the morning." The old man said with a smile.

I almost spit out the bun when I looked at the old man's silly look.

Me, Damn. The old man is so complaining now, right? Who would have thought that such a vulgar old man was actually a powerful boss with strong combat power?

"Chen, Uncle Chen. You are so easy to satisfy!" I swallowed the buns in my mouth.

At this time, Maoqiu ran out of the store. When he saw me eating buns, he jumped onto my lap and took a bite. After that, before I said anything, Maoqiu actually spit out a large piece of the bun in his mouth.

What did it think the bun was terrible? I stared blankly at the fur balls running casually on the ground.

"Okay, stop watching. After you are hospitalized, this guy becomes picky. I don't know if I'm feeding him well." said the old man.

"You, how much food do you pay for it every day?" I suddenly thought of this question.

Although Maoqiu was quite picky in the past, the buns I bought at least would not be disgusted, right? That's good. After only a few days of leaving, the old man actually got into trouble with Maoqiu.

"Okay, not much. It costs more than three or three hundred yuan a day. It needs to grow a body this time." The old man said, which bun he ate.

My expression solidified for a moment. This kind of solidification is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that I don’t know how to face everything happening here now.

"I'm hospitalized, so it's okay if you make me happy, I'll give me 200 yuan. You're actually serving the pet Maoqiu for 300 yuan a day?" My mouth was wide open.

The old man was stunned at first, then laughed awkwardly.

"Take it, I took it wrong. The last time I gave you something, I used the envelope to burn it, so I asked Hei Bai Wuchang to drink. I gave it to you." The old man's face did not blush at all when he said this, as if everything that happened now was just a mistake he made at the beginning.

A mistake, can this be called a mistake?

The sadness and anger in my heart as I watched the running fur on the ground suddenly came out.

Your uncle, at this time, I am not as good as a fur ball that runs casually on the ground?

"Uncle Chen, let's not talk about the fake money you gave me last time. If you really feel that you have made a mistake, then give me the real money in the envelope." I put the buns aside. At this time, I didn't feel the mood of eating buns.

"Real money? It's burned." The old man lit a cigarette after eating the buns and said in a very casual manner.

"It's burned?!" I stood up from the chair and looked at the old man so angry that I was so angry.

"Yes." said the old man.

"You, don't feel any distress in your heart?" I can't even say anything. I have so much money, how much buns can I eat? I was burned by this guy as fake money? I don't know whether the old man is lying now, and I have no idea where I have the mood to care about other things.

"It's really burning, why do you feel sorry for me? I can't get both things, so don't you give them to you? Okay, okay, clean up the store, see what you look like now." The old man looked at me and said.

I was shocked by the old man's current tough idea. But I couldn't seem to refute it, because this is the truth.
Chapter completed!