Chapter 232 Old and Not Dead Is a Thief

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Anming County is so small that you can go almost anywhere on two legs.

The premise is not in a hurry.

Thinking that it was still too early for class, Ye Hong took Xian'er all the way from the northern suburbs to the county town on foot.

Along the way, a piece of maple leaves fell, dyeing the autumn of the southern country golden.

Seeing Xian'er's petite figure jumping around in the fallen leaves, Ye Hong's mood seemed to be affected and she became happy.

But this scene disappeared the moment it entered the county seat.

The heavy traffic, the smog and smog... become the main theme, as if stepping from the paradise to the mundane world all at once.

Xian'er pouted in despair and followed Ye Hong gloomily.

Ye Hong's heart moved, and he suddenly smiled and said, "Xian'er, have you ever been on the bus?"

"Bus?" Xian'er bit her finger and shook her head dazedly.

In the past life, either Cai Jiannan took her by private car, or Cai Heng took her on foot.

Except for Cai Jiannan's silver BMW, Xian'er had never taken any other means of transportation.

"Then I'll take you on a bus ride today!"

"I'm so sorry!" Xian'er clapped her hands and cheered.

In the early morning, the bus station was already full of people who were ready to go to work and school.

This is only the county seat. If it is a provincial city like Bailu City, the bus station must have been stopped long ago.

But even so, seeing so many black people all at once, breathing the chaotic air around, Xian'er frowned uncomfortably.

Ye Hong couldn't help but regret bringing Xian'er to take the bus.

Xian'er's discomfort gradually disappeared after getting on the bus.

Curiosity prevailed in her heart, and she saw Xian'er looking around in the car like a curious baby.

"Brother Yehong, that uncle is the bus driver? It's amazing that one person controls such a big car!"

"Brother Yehong, what do you mean by going up and down?"

"Brother Yehong..."

Ye Hong looked at the interior of the car with a frown while answering Xian'er's question.

In the crowded car, there was not a single vacant seat, so Ye Hong could only stand up and hold Xian'er's hand tightly.

While he was observing the environment, there was a commotion not far away.

The noisy are a black and thin old man and a young beauty with glasses and a ponytail.

"Hurry up and make way for me! I'm an old man!"

The black and thin old man roared at the young woman in the position, and spit out a series of foul language.

The young woman was pale, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

She explained both aggrieved and painful: "Master, I have told you several times that I am not feeling well today..."

"Who knows if you're pretending? Get out of the way, or I'll expose you, a disrespectful fellow who loves the young, to the Internet!"

The young woman was angry and anxious, and looked around for help.

But the crowd of onlookers watched indifferently, and no one stood up.

Ye Hong frowned and looked on coldly.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the woman was ill, but the old man was unrelenting, arrogant and unreasonable.

And this old man's swearing voice is very loud and his actions are quick. No matter how you look at it, he is not the one who needs to make way for him.

This kind of person is a typical old man who does not die is a thief, always kidnapping others with morality.

But Ye Hong is not a person who is overflowing with sympathy, so he has no idea of ​​standing up for this woman.