Fast through the cannon fodder of the mission to counterattack

Chapter 382 Reversing Your Life 22
She handed Huang Mao 100 yuan:
"Take it and buy some potion to wipe it off."

Looking at the other three, he quietly said:
"After all, these people are also tired by you."

Huang Mao stretched out his hand to take it, then retracted his hand when he thought of something, and looked at Meng Li with a lost smile:

"Sister, this money, this money, I will honor you as my filial piety."

Meng Li withdrew his hand, collected all the money bluntly, and said to Huang Mao:

"Then I know what's on your mind."

Huangmao: ...

Meng Li said to Huang Mao:

"I'm leaving."

Huangmao breathed a sigh of relief:

"Then go slowly."

Don't come next time.

disappear as far as you can.

Meng Li turned around to leave, then stopped, looked at Huang Mao, pondered for a while and said:
"correct."

Huang Mao tensed up all of a sudden, and said:

"What else is there, Miss?"

Meng Li smiled and said:

"Don't be nervous, I just want you to help me with something."

Huangmao shook his head:
"Sister, if you have anything to do, you can do it, and I will do it."

"Just do it."

Meng Li said:

"My son is in school, and there are still some debts that have not been collected. I heard that these are your younger brothers. What about you, tell them and ask them to hand over the money to you."

"Remember, don't give it to my son, let my son think that you haven't returned it."

Huang Mao didn't understand why Meng Li did this, and looked like he wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask.

Meng Li's expression suddenly turned cold, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he said to Huang Mao:

"You just have to get things done."

"Otherwise I will find you wherever you go."

"Otherwise, you thought my son was out fooling around with you, how did I find it?"

Huang Mao's desire to ask was completely broken. Indeed, they obviously found a secluded place, but this woman was still able to find him. Although he didn't know how she did it, he didn't want to have the same treatment.

He nodded again and again:
"Okay, I get it, it's only natural to borrow money and pay back money."

Meng Li nodded and instructed again:
"I told you not to let my son know."

Huang Maolian nodded:
"Yes Yes."

Meng Li said:

"Be good, don't provoke me again, and I won't trouble you in the future."

"Otherwise..." Meng Li's eyes were meaningful.

Huang Mao looked bitter:
"Eldest sister, how dare I come to trouble you, I am grateful for you letting me go."

Meng Li hummed, then turned and left.

She wasn't afraid of Huangmao coming to make trouble, but it was a waste of time.

This time it should be in place.

As soon as Meng Li turned around and walked out the door, Huang Mao couldn't support his body anymore, and fell limp on the ground, cursing: "Damn, stinky woman."

My teeth itch with hatred in my heart, but there is nothing I can do.

How the hell would he know to mess with such a master.

Fate cannot be blamed on society.

Several people simply took off their clothes to check the scars on their bodies, and looked at the bruises and swellings on each other's bodies, which was a little shocking.

It's too hard to start.

And they didn't seem to have hurt the bitch yet.

Too bad.

He also had a deeper understanding of Meng Li's strength.

Everyone was fighting between heaven and man in their minds, and they were very unwilling to be beaten by Meng Li like this, and wanted to take revenge back.

But they didn't want to try again with the pain on their bodies.

I really can't figure out the depth of Meng Li.

A few people had various choices in their hearts, and they hesitated constantly. They didn't care about their physical injuries, and they were discussing whether to take revenge or go back.

Meng Li carried her schoolbag and walked towards home on the street. She felt that she had exerted too much force tonight, and her body was still a little tired, so she took a taxi.

When I paid the fare, I gave the money from Huang Mao, which should be about the same. Huang Mao should not only take advantage of these advantages, but Huang Mao really only has so much money.

It's useless for her to force yellow hair.

When he was downstairs in the community, Meng Li looked up at the window of his house, and the lights in the living room were still on.

When Meng Li returned home, Yue Xiaowei looked at Meng Li and heaved a sigh of relief:
"Mom, are you back?"

Meng Li hummed, and threw the rolling pin into the trash can, how can a rolling pin that has beaten someone be able to roll out noodles.

Handed both the schoolbag and the watch to Yue Xiaowei.

Yue Xiaowei took the things, opened the schoolbag and took a look, there were still some things in it.

There are not only some books in the schoolbag, but also some of his favorite gadgets.

"Are you okay, Mom?" Yue Xiaowei checked the good things, thinking that he was so useless, and his mother had to take the things, with a guilty look on his face, and his voice was a little weaker.

Meng Li sighed and said earnestly:

"It's okay, son, I don't blame you for this matter. During the process of growing up, I can understand if you do some stupid things. I hope you can learn a lot from it."

"Do you understand now? They didn't treat you sincerely. As long as you can understand this, no matter how much Mom pays, it will be worth it."

Yue Xiaowei bit his lip while avoiding Meng Li's gaze.

Yes, I understand.

It's nasty, like the bad guys on TV.

"After all, Mom is actually not very capable, and the business is not good now. I hope that every penny will be used wisely, not like this."

She looked at Yue Xiaowei deeply, and added.

Yue Xiaowei lowered his head and whispered:
"Mom, I know I was wrong."

Meng Li patted Yue Xiaowei's shoulder, looking tired:
"Okay, rest early, and nothing will happen tomorrow."

Yue Xiaowei moved his lips, and said with some embarrassment:

"Mom, I made tremella soup for you."

Meng Li's heavy face immediately stretched out, and he said with great interest:
"Tremella soup?"

Yue Xiaowei nodded, and went to the kitchen with a sullen head to serve Meng Li white fungus soup. Meng Li took a look at the white fungus soup, there were red dates in it, and there was only one bowl, and asked:

"You don't drink?"

Yue Xiaowei shook his head:

"I'm not hungry."

Meng Li smiled: "If I'm not hungry, I'll drink it. It's cold outside. I didn't expect to have white fungus soup to warm me up when I get home."

Yue Xiaowei smiled shyly, not knowing what he could do, and came up with the idea after racking his brains.

I took a sip of the white fungus soup, hey, it was too sweet, maybe there was too much sugar.

Meng Li said casually:
"It's very sweet, you can try to put less sugar next time."

Yue Xiaowei let out an oh and kept it in his heart.

Meng Li drank the tremella soup and asked Yue Xiaowei to go to bed first, and she also went to take a bath, and then sat and practiced for a while before falling asleep.

The next day, Yue Xiaowei spent the whole day in fear, and others ignored him, looking like he was waiting for a good show.

Yue Xiaowei endured it, no one played with him, he could only read books at school, and he was a child, as if this could prove that our previous boundaries were particularly obvious.

You are playing, I am reading a book.

I didn't play with you because I love books, hum.

With so many students sitting and reading in the classroom, Yue Xiaowei felt that he was not alone.

　Thank you for Ssu's monthly ticket and everyone's recommendation ticket, thank you for your support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)