Confessions of a Thief

nine

Today he found nothing again, Zhuang Ze dragged his right leg with red eyes, and walked back to the slum step by step.He was unlucky this time, he bumped into a gangster while stealing money and fleeing. Not only was he beaten up, but also his harvest for the day was taken away, and he had no money for medical treatment for his broken leg.

"Hey! Wait! Zhuang, Zhuang Ze!"

A cry came from behind, Zhuang Ze heard it but ignored it.

"I told you to wait!" Ji Bai, still in a suit, chased after him and grabbed Zhuang Ze's wrist, his face slightly angrily said, "What's wrong with your leg!?"

Zhuang Ze still didn't respond, but some tears overflowed physiologically because of the pain, but there was no fluctuation in his heart.

"Talk! Did someone beat you! Tsk, it's my fault for not recognizing you last time." Ji Bai's face was full of remorse, "I'll take you to see a doctor!"

After finishing speaking, he dragged the man to a car on the side of the road.

"Hey! What's going on! Let me go!" Just as Lin Qi closed the shop door, he saw the little orange limping from a distance.

"Who are you?" Ji Bai didn't hold back Zhuang Ze, and was snatched away by Lin Qi, his tone a little impatient.

Lin Qi didn't even give the other party a look, he lifted Lin Qi up, looked around, frowned and said, "Little Orange, are you hurt anywhere besides your leg?"

A gleam of light flashed in Zhuang Ze's dull eyes when he heard the sound, he looked slowly at Lin Ai, and shook his head for a while.

Seeing this, Lin Qi pulled up the right corner of his mouth and smiled, a little angry and handsome, "Okay, hold on tight!"

After finishing speaking, Lin Qi picked up Zhuang Ze and walked into the slums, leaving Ji Bai alone in place.

Ten

"Master Jiu, show him."

Lin Chao carried Zhuang Ze to the only "jianghu doctor" who lived in the slum.Master Jiu is a hale and hearty little old man over a hundred years old, with a weird temper that no one can control, but he just takes the two bowls of noodles in Lin Kuang's hand, saying that they are delicious, like the ones from his hometown.

"You put me down! Why are you carrying me all the time to see him?" Master Jiu pointed at Lin Qi and kept yelling.

Only then did Lin Qi realize that there was no way, Zhuang Ze was too light, he didn't feel much carrying it, but when he was about to tear it off, he found that the belt of his jeans was being pulled.

"What are you doing!" Lin Qi tugged Zhuang Ze down again, "Hiss! Don't pull my belt! Hey, you unlucky boy! You still won't come down, right?"

Zhuang Ze remained silent, and he didn't know why he was holding on to the other party, but he didn't want to let go, really didn't want to let go!

"If you continue like this, I'm going to hit someone!" As soon as Lin Qi lost his patience, he couldn't stop his anger from venting out. The atmosphere remained stalemate for about ten seconds. Lin Qi straddled his legs and hugged Zhuang Ze. Sitting down on the stool with his waist down, he rarely said helplessly to Master Jiu: "Just look at it like this, Little Orange won't come down."