Domineering, I'm that crazy

make me money

As soon as Nuo Yiming threw away the grass that was sprinkled on his face, he saw Zhang Jing's father throwing a hoe at Nuo Yiming.

Seeing this, Gangzi hurried forward, "Boss, be careful!"

Nuo Yiming dodged, his hand had already grasped the hoe.

Zhang Jing's father was stunned, he pulled his hand back, and the anger on his face became stronger, "You let go!"

Nuo Yiming looked embarrassed, "Master, you may have misunderstood, I came to talk to you about something, why do you..."

Seeing that the hoe in his hand could not be pulled back, Zhang Jing's father hurriedly shouted: "Old woman, what are you doing? Hurry up!"

The stick in Zhang Jing's mother's hand also rushed over.

Nuo Yiming frowned, it seemed that he couldn't talk about things calmly.

"Gangzi! Sprinkle out the money on your body!"

Gangzi hadn't reacted yet, but Nuo Yiming ordered, of course he did, took out 1000 yuan from his wallet, and sprinkled it in the air.

"Come pick it up, if you pick it up, it's yours!"

With this sentence, Zhang Jing's father and Zhang Jing's mother immediately let go of the things in their hands, and bent down to pick up the money.

Nuo Yiming let out a long breath.

I guessed that Zhang Jing's parents were snobbish, but I didn't expect to be so greedy for money.

"Uncle, aunt, I am Zhang Jing's college classmate, and I want to know what happened after Zhang Jing dropped out of school."

After this sentence, it seemed that Zhang Jing's parents' sadness was touched, and the hand that was picking up the money stopped immediately.

The eyes of Zhang Jing's parents were also hostile, "You bastard, why did you go to my daughter yesterday? My daughter is already married, so why are you pestering me?"

Zhang Jing's mother was even more arrogant, "Huh! You poor boy, what good can you do for my Xiaojing."

"Ignore this poor boy, my old lady. Go and call the village head and ask the village guard to throw these two bastards out."

Nuo Yiming was really confused, what is the situation.

Turning around and grabbing the wallet in Gangzi's hand, Nuo Yiming took out 1000 yuan again before the stupid Gangzi could react, and said, "Answer my question, this 1000 yuan is yours! "

Zhang Jing's parents were about to step into the living room, they suddenly stopped and turned to look at Nuo Yiming.

Nuo Yiming smiled slightly, and said lightly: "First of all, I am not the poor boy you call me, nor am I the one who pesters Xiaojing in your family. I just came here to learn something, investigate a case, and help Zhang Jing get revenge. .”

The two old people paused, Zhang Jing's mother frowned, and looked at Zhang Jing's father.

Zhang Jing's father said: "The past is over, there is no need for revenge, well, put down the money, and you can go."

"Master, I'm asking you, what happened after Zhang Jing dropped out of school?"

Zhang Jing's mother said impatiently: "Of course you are married, why are you so annoying, why are you asking about things you already know..."

Before he finished speaking, Nuo Yiming couldn't calm down this time. He stepped forward and looked at the two old people with cold eyes, and said coldly: "Answer my question! What are you doing with the child in Zhang Jing's stomach? Zhang Jing Did you get married because of the child?"

This voice echoed in the yard, and Zhang Jing's mother trembled from Nuo Yiming's words, unable to say a word for a while.

But Zhang Jing's father scolded a few words, "You brat, do you still want to do something? We two old people, you will be responsible for bumping into each other, at least you have to pay 2 yuan in compensation."

Nuo Yiming sneered, "It turns out that Zhang Jing's life was not only harmed by Wang Yu, but also pushed into the abyss by you two fools!"

After saying this, Nuo Yiming didn't intend to keep any money, and said to Gangzi: "Gangzi, let's go!"

Just when the two were about to walk out of the gate, Zhang Jing's mother shouted: "Money! We haven't given the money yet!"

Nuo Yiming shook her hand, and Zhang Jing's mother fell to the ground. Now Zhang Jing's mother yelled: "That bitch was not born to me. As long as she doesn't embarrass me and lets me make money, she will live a good or bad life." What does it matter to me?"