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Chapter 172 Overlord's Meal

Pei Ye saved his money and looked around to decide whether to buy a cheaper fast food or some high-end delicacies. Li Xiaobei was resurrected first, and he came to the small stall like a hungry wolf.

"Boss, bring me a bowl of rice noodles!" After saying that, he realized there was someone else, and quickly added: "Brothers, give me a bowl too, three bowls in total, add shredded pork. Put more!"

Pei Ye He twisted his head and walked away, but someone grabbed his elbow after taking two steps.

Su Yi pulled him: "Let's eat together."

"Let go, I'm not familiar with you." Who is your brother? Pei Ye cursed in his heart.

"What happened on the road was my fault. If you have any problems

, we'll talk about it after eating." Su Yi seemed to have changed. He didn't say much, but his attitude was much more sincere, and his tone was gentle and not offensive.

Li Xiaobei took a seat, saw the two of them were wrestling again, poured himself a glass of water, drank and growled: "Eat, come back after the fight!" She rolled her eyes at

him, and the more Su Yi looked at him, the more he felt like Two hundred and five, how could we have had similar odors before?

Seeing that Su Yi said she really didn't want to pull him anymore, Pei Ye felt a little uncomfortable again. Before, he was holding his breath and making trouble, but that was because someone took it seriously. This person really didn't care about him, and he felt uncomfortable again. After walking around in place twice, he hummed softly, curled his lips angrily, and reluctantly found a seat to sit down.

They invited him to dinner, not him. Pei Ye did some mental construction and handed himself a ladder.

Li Xiaobei wanted to warm up the atmosphere and filled a glass of water for each of them. I haven't eaten anything along the way, and I'm almost hungry for gall.

"It's really not easy to survive without money. I used to think that my parents liked money too much. Every day was either business here or entertainment there. 300 of the 365 days a year were spent in the company. They keep saying that you need money to create a better material life. I am not interested in what they say at all. On the contrary, I really hate them using money to prevaricate me. It is not so easy to give up money and drink water today. You guys "Tell me, did I hate him wrong before?"

Su Yi's eyes were unclear under the contrast of the light, but Pei Ye's eyes flickered a few times, and then he looked lonely and cold.

"I used to do nothing at home. Anyway, I had a nanny. I would wake up after dinner and play games every day. I really hated the nanny talking too much in front of my parents, so I tried to think of ways to torment her. I wanted her to be 12 years old. I ordered and went to buy me something to eat, but she went out and didn't come back. I complained to my mother that she had neglected her duty. My aunt, who was in her forties, kept crying when she came back. Later I heard my mother say that she had missed the mark. He fell unconscious and lay on the ground for half the night with no one around him. Later, the cleaner saw him and saved him." "

How can I believe it? It must be a lie. It's easy for people to fall asleep, but it's hard to fall into coma. But it's not that simple. When I was fighting with my senior brother, I hit my head so hard that I didn't faint. Later, none of my nannies could work for long, and no one was willing to come even after my mother raised the money. Without the nanny, I No one cared about me. I wasn't happy at that time. Instead, I wanted to beat someone up. I struggled every day to figure out how to deal with it, and my mother dragged on the relationship and gave me money to send me to a private school. They all wanted to get rid of me. But I always had a way. I felt very happy when I was sent back to see them in such a state of distress. I have been playing this game for seven or eight years."

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