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Chapter 023 The wicked have their own grind

The aunt fell to the ground with a bang, and the carriage became quiet at first, and then it became noisy. Some timid and afraid of things hid back, for fear of something happening to the aunt to cheat on him; some who like gossip, stretched their necks and looked here, silently took out their cell phones to start shooting; some squeezing over enthusiastically came over and bent down to check the aunt's condition.

Someone was about to reach out to touch him, but he was immediately called to stop by the onlookers.

"Don't move around, maybe it's a cerebral hemorrhage!"

“I think it’s high blood pressure.”

"The face is so pale, it should be because of low blood sugar, right?"

Everyone was speechless. Just now, the aunt snorted and calmed down. She opened her eyes for two seconds. She saw Ding Chi trembling in front of her and couldn't speak. Her eyes were panicked as if she had seen a ghost.

Seeing the aunt pointing at him, Ding Chi was puzzled at first, and then he thought of something. His expression remained unchanged and he didn't say anything. It was really hard to say anything. I can't say that he was tickling just now, right?

When the subway arrived at the station, the aunt got up and broke through the crowd and ran out, yelling, "Ghost! There is a ghost!"

There were many different opinions in the carriage. Some said that the aunt had been evil, and some said that the aunt was sick. Ding Chi moved his body back to the door, thinking that if he was itchy in the future, it would be better to learn to rub the pole of the brown bear. Taotie always came out to scare people. The subway restarted, and he lowered his head to continue watching the short video, but he always felt that someone was staring at him.

This feeling is a bit inexplicable, more like intuition, but it is particularly clear. Ding Chi was a little confused, turned his head and looked in the direction he felt, his eyes swept across his lowered heads, and then saw a pair of bright eyes. The little girl was not yet at school, and she sat next to the two old men, staring at herself without blinking.

When he found Ding Chi looking at her, the little girl immediately showed a sweet smile, with at least three plus signs of sugar content, which made Ding Chi smile immediately. Ding Chi took a step back and leaned completely against the door, blocking the girl's vision, and lowered her head to continue watching the short video. But he didn't see that the little girl's smile gradually changed, and the innocent smile became strange and unpredictable.

When the subway arrived at the station, Ding Chi walked for more than ten minutes to reach his big house. As soon as the elevator opened, he saw a moving worker in a uniform holding two huge cardboard boxes and squeezing in. The door of his house was open, and a moving worker was busy dismantling something. Sister Qiao stood at the door and stammered and making a phone call.

When she saw Ding Chi who had just walked out of the elevator, Sister Qiao waved her hand tiredly and hung up the phone to greet her. Before Ding Chi said anything, Sister Qiao said frustrated: "Chizi, Sister Qiao really has no choice." She lowered her voice: "I didn't sleep all night last night, and I always felt that there was dirt in the house. It's not that I was pretentious, I think you should find someone who understands it to show me."

Ding Chi was so amused that he couldn't explain to Sister Qiao that it was caused by the exile. He said, "Okay, Sister Qiao, I'll return the deposit to you." He transferred the deposit of Sister Qiao with 5,000 yuan, which made Sister Qiao feel embarrassed.

The moving craftsman moved the last big cardboard box away. Sister Qiao returned the keys to Ding Chi, and whispered that she would not tell the haunted house. Then she left with a gust of fragrant wind.

Ding Chi locked the door, found the old photos when he got off the elevator, and reposted a rental information. His big house is in a good location and he doesn't have to worry about renting it out. It is estimated that it will be rented out in a few days.

When he returned, he still took the subway. Just as the primary school was over, Ding Chi entered the carriage and sat down, a group of red scarves came up. Looking at the flowers of the motherland, Ding Chi simply got up and found a place to lean against the door. He walked forward from the subway. At the next stop, a group of old men, old ladies, and elementary school students were very conscious. When he saw the elderly with inconvenient legs and feet, he took the initiative to give up his seat.

An old man hunched back walked straight to a little girl. Before the little girl could get up and give up her seat, he grabbed the little girl's red scarf and pulled the little girl out of her seat.

"It's so slow to get a seat, and it's so fucking a red scarf! Your parents have never taught you to give up your seat to the elderly?" The old man sat down and looked unhappy, cursing, making the little girl's mouth puff up aggrieved, and her eyes turned red.

Someone who couldn't stand it, said, "The little girl didn't say she wouldn't let her go, why are you pulling her?"

The old man stubbornly said, "I'm happy! What's wrong with you?"

The middle-aged man who had just spoken silently, glared at the old man with contempt, reached out to pull the aggrieved little girl over and whispered comfort.

Is this kind of thing big or not? It cannot involve the law, at most it is moral corruption. Ding Chi was very upset in his eyes, licked his lips without saying anything. He argued with the old man? If the old man was a sick man and had a heart disease again, Ding Chi would still have to take responsibility. He didn't see it, but Ding Chi's personality... Just as he was thinking about it, he saw several aunts squeezed over from another carriage and stood in front of the old man with his hands. One of them stood at the door, facing the old man sideways.

Ding Chi's eyes rolled and bad water emerged. He quietly walked among the several aunts and pretended to look up at the site. After waiting for a while, he watched from side to side and saw that no one looked here. He immediately focused his attention and activated the Taotie.

The yellow silk thread radiated from the ankle, climbed up the seat, and then condensed into a yellow hand, stretched out his fingers to poke through the holes in the isolation net beside the seat.

The aunt at the door was stunned for a moment, turned her head to look at Ding Chi, and saw Ding Chi holding the mobile phone in one hand and holding the handle in the other, then turned around and looked back at the old man, rolled his eyes and turned around.

A few seconds later, the aunt felt that she was touched again and suddenly became furious. She turned around and started to squirt at the old man: "You old gangster have not played anymore, right?"

The old man had a hot temper: "Who are you calling an old hooligan?"

"Just call you an old hooligan! Don't you know what you did just now?"

The old man was not the one who suffered a loss, so he pointed at the aunt and started scolding him. The aunt's two best friends at first persuaded him, but when he heard that the old man was fighting against the gangster, he immediately surrounded the old man and fought against Lu Bu.

The old man opened his mouth, obviously no match for the three aunts. The old man was furious and took action, but it turned out to be broken. The three aunts screamed and grabbed the old man with a full face.
Chapter completed!
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