Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

On the bus on the way back, Mrs. Song was still immersed in her own sadness and was very quiet.

But when she got off the bus and Song Pan'er took her to find a hotel, that annoying Mrs. Song came back again.

"What the hell? Thirty dollars a night? Why don't you go grab it?"

When she heard that this hotel cost thirty yuan a night, Mrs. Song's saliva almost sprayed on the receptionist's face.

"Old lady, one person is fifteen, two people are thirty, this price is not expensive anymore, you can ask around, which hotel on this street is not more expensive than this one?"

The front desk was the proprietress of this hotel, and she took a few steps back in disgust.

"Let's go, you damn bastard, just pick that expensive place. Our village also has buses, so why don't we add a few more trips!"

Mrs. Song did not dare to quarrel with the proprietress. She took the lead and walked out of the hotel. She looked around and found that they had visited all the hotels on this street. Not knowing where to go, Mrs. Song pushed Song Paner forward again, hoping that she would lead the way.

"Can't you find a cheaper one? Let me tell you, if there is no cheaper one, you will live on the street."

Mrs. Song's words instantly triggered Song Pan'er's bad memories, and her face became tense.

"Where can I find a cheap one for you? Forget it, stop looking, let's live together on the street!"

Song Pan'er became furious and said she wouldn't look for a hotel anymore. She just wanted Mrs. Song to experience what it was like to live on the street.

No matter how much Mrs. Song pulled and pinched her, Song Pan'er just squatted on the street and couldn't get up.

"You bastard, just squat here! I'll stay in the hotel by myself."

With that said, Mrs. Song pretended to walk towards the hotel she just came out from.

Song Pan'er ignored her and stood up to leave.

This time it was Mrs. Song's turn to be anxious, "You damn girl, where are you going?"

"I'll live on the street! You can stay in the hotel by yourself!"

"Stand there, you damn girl, wait for me! I'll deal with you when I get home."

Holding Song Pan'er's arm, Mrs. Song pulled her into the hotel she just came out of. She couldn't let this girl go, she still couldn't find her way home.

"Look, let me tell you! Our house is the cheapest, right? Old lady, how many nights will you stay?" The landlady opened the registration book and prepared to book a room for them.

"Hmph! Just stay one night and this kid will nest in front of my door. I'll pay for it."

Mrs. Song took out fifteen dollars from her handkerchief and put it on the counter.

"Hey! You old lady, you really know how to joke! When you enter the house, you have to be alone. Otherwise, if everyone pokes at the door, won't I have to die? At thirty, love can't live!"

The landlady threw the pen in her hand on the registration book and quit. This old lady has never seen anything like this.

"Here, you little wife, you are so evil!"

Mrs. Song was used to bullying the weak and shying away from the strong. When she saw the boss lady was angry, she immediately gave her thirty.

"It's not that I have a bad heart. I'm not as capable as you. I'll give you the key. Number 203. Go up to the second floor from here. It's the second room on the left."

After working hard all day, I can finally take a break.

Song Pan'er fell asleep early and slept well.

Although the hotel bed was just a wooden bed covered with a thin layer of sponge, Song Paner rarely slept on the bed, let alone such a soft bed.

No matter how hard Mrs. Song tried, she didn't wake up.

Mrs. Song couldn't sleep last night. Her mind was either on Song Zhigang or on the thirty yuan given.

Mrs. Song was a little sleepy at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. The next door started to creak again. She didn't know what the sound was. She called that damn girl to go and have a look, but she didn't wake up. She really should have been entrusted to become a pig and suffer a thousand cuts. Son.

In the car going home, Song Pan'er saw that the bags under her eyes seemed to be bigger, and she was even more haggard than when she went out yesterday, and she secretly felt resentment in her heart.