The villain husband raises ginseng online

Chapter 849 The Old Dream of the Republic of China 39

Little Ginseng Essence has never been soft on those who take the initiative to give away their heads.

And if you delay yourself to meet your benefactor, don't hate you, save it for Qingming, and burn it?

Ah.

Wen Ling glanced faintly at Song Linlin who had already passed out, and there was a bit of Wang Zhi's contempt in her eyes.

Zuo Shi was on the sidelines, and was about to give a thumbs up again.

"Let's go, go to the pier and have a look." With Zuo Chong handling the affairs here, there is no need for Wen Ling and Zuo Shi to be busy.

Moreover, to deal with this kind of people of three teachings and nine streams, one really had to be an old world like Zuo Chong.

Hearing what Ling said, Zuo Shi nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, go to our dock and have a look."

When he said this, Zuo Shi's eyes still drifted over Song Liu's body for a moment, then he snorted coldly, and followed Wen Ling to his own pier.

Song Liu was already in a cold sweat.

The Song family has declined in the past two years, and their status in Fengzhou City is getting worse day by day.

Several young masters in the family are more idiots than others.

Now Mr. Song is still holding on, but there is no way to stop the decline of the Song family.

Especially compared to the Zuo family, the Song family has no advantage.

Now that he has molested the eldest lady of the Zuo family, it is a question of whether the Song family will use him in the future.

The question is, can the Zuo family let themselves go?

But Song Liu also knew that at this time, if he pestered Zuo Shi any more, he might piss people off.

Song Liu felt bitter in his heart. At first, he thought that Song Linlin would be able to fight when she came here.

The results of it?

He didn't make it through the two rounds, and he had to help clean up the mess.

Song Liu felt even more bitter.

I'm having such a hard time.

Wen Ling didn't care if he was too difficult or not, he had already strolled to the pier area of ​​Zuo's house.

It was the busiest time on the pier, and the contractors carried bags one after another, trying to earn more money when they worked the most.

Everyone wears the same clothes, dusty, after all, no one knows how to dress well when doing this kind of rough work.

Moreover, most of the people who can carry bags in this kind of place are from poor families, so it is impossible to wear any good clothes.

Although Zuo Shi seldom comes to the pier, she also knows that in this world, it is not all rich daughters like her who were born in the blessings and do not understand the world, there are still many poor people struggling at the bottom.

You know what you know, but there is nothing in your heart.

After all, she can't change anything about this kind of thing, and it's herself who feels uncomfortable if she thinks about it too much, so she can just turn a blind eye to it.

Zuo Shi has never had any big ambitions or ambitions, so the most he can do is just look around, not brains at all.

Wen Ling came here with a purpose, so naturally he wouldn't look at others too much.

And as soon as you enter the dock, the first thing you see is your benefactor.

Chen Qi.

There are so many people coming and going on the pier, and it is not without young people.

After all, not all young people are like those young masters from rich families who can grow up carefree. There are still a lot of them who don't have any skills and can't find a decent job, so they can only come here to carry their bags.

Although there were quite a few young people, Wen Ling still saw Chen Qi at first sight.

I saw it in the live broadcast, and when 233 was reading the plot, I also showed the pictures.

In addition, the breath of the benefactor, the small ginseng essence is familiar.

His eyes fell on Chen Qi precisely like a radar positioning.

Probably because he was tired from scrambling alive. At this moment, Chen Qi's forehead was covered with sweat, he was carrying a heavy bag, his waist was bent, and he was so tired that he was panting.

On his face was an expression that Wen Ling could rarely see on his benefactor.

numbness.

(End of this chapter)