I'm going to throw up

  The boy she called Red Hair glared at her angrily, "Damn it! What the hell does it have to do with you?"

  The blonde girl was left speechless by him for a moment, and then she got angry, the powder on her face falling down in a flurry.

  She saw no one speaking for her, and couldn't help but throw herself into the arms of the man beside her. The man looked to be in his forties, with a big beer belly - fortunately he wasn't a woman, or that belly would have earned him some special treatment as if he were pregnant. His face was also full of wrinkles, and after letting out a belch, a mouthful of yellow teeth appeared before everyone's eyes.

  The woman cooed and said, "Lin Ge, look at him, he scared me." After she finished speaking, she still didn't forget to rub against his chest a few times.

  Relying on him, this woman is also too much, such a man is also wanted, unsatisfied desires, it's better to go to the street and pull a beggar, it's stronger than him.

  "Baby, don't worry, I'll take care of him later."

  The woman leaned into his arms and said in a sweet voice, "Thank you, Lin Ge."

  They were performing this embarrassing scene on the side, but didn't think that many onlookers had already vomited up what they ate earlier.

  Sigh, tonight these small vendors should thank the two of them, they threw up, and later they'll go eat again, and they'll have more to earn.

  I'm pinching my own neck, not letting myself throw up, you know, with the financial crisis and rising prices, let alone for ordinary people like us. My mom has always educated us with the spirit of Tang Monk since we were young, saying that wasting national food will turn from flowers to grass, and even fall into the toilet...