The owner of the bun shop was moving a steamer. When he saw Chen Nian, a hint of unnatural flashed across his face.

Chen Nian went over and handed him the money: "You found it, fake...fake."

"I can't even straighten my tongue and I'm still trying to cheat people? I'm just lying but I don't have the confidence to lie. Who can prove that the money is the one I asked you?"

Chen Nian blushed: "Just...yes."

The boss's voice was even louder: "Not like you. You are a good student, beautiful and handsome, treat me as a sucker?"

Chen Nian stared at his eyes calmly: "Your heart is... empty."

"You..." The boss was told by her, and his voice was even louder. He simply used imitation as a humiliation. "Heart, guilty... I see that you can't even speak, so you are... guilty."

Several customers smiled without maliciousness, and it was all malicious in Chen Nian's ears.

The boss lady came over to ask about the situation and glared at the boss. She could speak: "Little girl, did you make a mistake? I have been in business for so many years and have never had fake money. Have you taken fakes somewhere else and confused?"

Chen Nian was very sure: "No."

"No, you." Chen Nian raised his hand and pointed to the boss, "It's him."

The facial features on the man's face were twisted exaggeratedly, like the wrinkles on the dough of buns: "Is it over? I can't do anything to you because I'm a woman, right?"

The boss lady drank him and said, "The bank counter is written, and the money is cleared in person, and you are not responsible for leaving. Everyone is like you, so don't say that my little bun shop will have to go bankrupt."

They greeted the customers and left Chen Nian aside.

The people who bought buns looked curiously, but they didn't care about it, so they bought buns and left.

Chen Nian was silent for a moment and said, "Call the police."

The boss's wife sighed unjustly: "Why don't you believe it if you can persuade me? We do small businesses and don't want to cause trouble."

Chen Nian stared at her, and the boss was excited: "Report, you report."

Chen Nianzhen called the police.

After a while, two police officers came and asked them separately. The one who asked Chen Nian believed her, but there was no way, so they could only leave it alone because there was no evidence.

The proprietress said to the police: "The little girl made a mistake, so she doesn't blame her."

Seeing that the police were about to leave, Chen Nian felt aggrieved and said, "I didn't make it...wrong. This is really...what they found."

The boss lady looked at her and went to sell buns.

The policeman took Chen Nian aside, patted her on the shoulder, and sighed helplessly: "We have to tell the evidence when doing things. Girl, let's take a look in person next time."

Chen Nian's eyes were slightly red. It would be fine if they didn't come, but they came and left, and she was even more helpless than before.

Little traitors and small evils are everywhere.

There is no evidence everywhere.

There was no other way when encountering such a thing. Chen Nian was unwilling to give up and stood there and refused to leave.

There are many people watching the fun around, and the boss is more confident with his enthusiasm to attract customers.

Chen Nian looked at his deliberately smiling face. At that moment, she wanted to set fire to the store.

This thought made her feel stagnant.

It is so easy to have evil thoughts in a calm mind.

At this time, Chen Nian's hem flashed through her white T-shirt, one hand had a clear joint, with cigarettes in her hands, and two fingers took away the sweaty fifty yuan from her hands, and a faint voice fell from her head: "Go to the roadside and wait for me."

She looked up and saw his thick eyebrows and black eyes, his expression calm, and the few strands of hair on his forehead were about to pierce into his eyes.

Chen Nian didn't move, and the boy moved his chin to the left coldly, signaling her to walk away.

Chen Nian walked to the side of the road, and he slanted his shoulders and slowly and forcefully pressed the smoke in his hand on the fat buns in the steamer. The boss and the boss lady looked surprised and speechless.

The cigarette butt is inserted vertically on the bun.

He slapped the banknote in the cage and said something, and the boss and the boss's wife looked like dirt.

Chen Nian only saw the young man's thin and long back.

Soon, the boss took the money back to him. He turned around and went down the steps, and handed her a new fifty note to Chen Nian: "Real money."

Chen Nian: "What did you say to them?"

He curled up the corner of his lips, without any intention of telling him.

Chen Nian glanced at the bun shop, and the proprietress covered her face and was crying.

The boy also looked back and said coldly: "These two are husband and wife. The man gives fake money. Do you think the woman doesn't know?"

"I know." Chen Nian said.

The boy raised his eyebrows.

His body blocked the sunset. Chen Nian lowered his head and walked forward silently. As he walked, he bit his lips tightly: "Fifty... pieces, is it?"

"You don't know if you live one more day and get worse?"

Chen Nian slowly shook her head: "I want..." She took out her cell phone and called out Zeng Hao's phone number.

He asked, "What do you think?"
Chapter completed!