Transmigrating Into The Villain Sickly Childhood Friend (MTL)

Chapter 11

Chen Jianan was bored in Qiao's house for three days, and Qiao Wen stayed with him for three days, not specifically to accompany him. He originally wanted to go to the city to see the situation as soon as possible, but this body is really too big. Weak, from the second floor to the first floor, I had to pant for a long time and had to rest at home temporarily.

The two eat a pot of rice every day and sleep on a bed. As long as their eyes are open, the other's face is in their sight.

Chen Jianan is an unstoppable temperament, although he can't go out, it doesn't prevent him from tossing in a small room. On the third day, the injury improved slightly, and he got up early in the morning to move his muscles and bones.

Qiao Wen saw him punching into the air, thinking about his crooked body, his heart moved, and said, "Brother Nan, when I get better, you will go to the rooftop to practice boxing in the morning. Let me join you. "

Chen Jianan snorted, as if he didn't know him, and opened his eyes wide and said, "Don't you like to move the least? If you can climb to the rooftop, you can kill you half of your life. Why did you suddenly think of practicing boxing with me? ?"

Qiao Wen said: "This illness made me figure it out. I just don't like to move my body, it's not good. If I practice boxing since childhood, like you, I will definitely not be like now."

"That's true." Chen Jianan nodded and was very happy, making a big gesture to slap him on the shoulder, but when he fell, he suddenly remembered this weak body and couldn't bear his serious slap, so he quickly changed to Caressed and smiled: "Okay, Xiao Qiao, I will teach you to practice boxing from now on. Don't call me brother, just call me Master."

Qiao Wenmu squinted at him.

Chen Jianan seemed to be completely amused by his own statement, with a swollen face, his smile was almost completely out of shape.

The two were arguing, and there was a soft drink from downstairs: "If you don't want to hand in, get out of the city."

"It only rose to 80 last month, and this month it has grown to 100. Our small business earns hundreds of dollars a month. Will you still give people a way to survive?"

Qiao Wen heard it out that it was the people from Hexing Club who were collecting security fees, which were called security fees, but they were actually protection fees.

Because the Kowloon Walled City is a trivial zone, there is no police to maintain order. As long as it is inside the walled city, Hexing Society has the final say. The good people in the Western District naturally have to pay the so-called security fees every month.

Originally, this was a slum. It was not easy for the people to ask for a living. The security fee of dozens of yuan per month is not a small amount. Now it has risen to 100. That is really worse, no wonder some people are unwilling.

Chen Jianan frowned when he heard this voice, showing a sullen expression: "I'll go down and take a look."

"I'll be with you." Qiao Wen said, then took a cane and handed it to him, "You squint this, it looks more serious."

"Almost forgot." Chen Canan smiled, took the cane, and supported him downstairs.

In front of the stall downstairs, two men with flower arms are collecting money one by one. Aunt Qiao's dry goods stall has already been collected, and now they are receiving a fish ball shop.

The owner of the fish ball shop is a violent temper. The child in the family recently got sick and has spent a lot of money. She couldn't get a hundred yuan at the stall. She was so angry that she picked up the feather duster to fight with the two of them. However, the feather duster has not fallen yet and has been caught A man snatched it fiercely, and greeted the boss's wife with a big slap: "Get out of the city without paying!"