Chapter 1217 (1/2)

”Ouch, I'm so sorry.” Li Qing grinned and moved her foot away. ”How did your foot get down my heel?”

”I...” the middle-aged man bared his teeth and stared. He stood on tiptoe and jumped on one leg. He was so painful that he was pumping cold air. You deliberately stepped on me, but I took the initiative to send my feet up for you to step on? What's the reason?

The middle-aged man was very angry. What do you think of Li Qing? He began to roll his arms and sleeves and planned to teach him a lesson: ”boy, you provoked me first today. We're not finished...”

At this time, not far from the ticket office, a middle-aged aunt wearing a red armband to maintain order caught a glimpse of the quarrel behind, waved the small flag in her hand and shouted: ”Hey! What's the quarrel between the two behind? If you quarrel again, go out and don't visit anyone!”

The gunpowder that had just heated up was instantly extinguished. The middle-aged man had to be honest and glared at the back of Li Qing's head: ”good luck, boy.”

Li Qing grinned and ignored him.

”Thank you.” the girl in front turned her head gently and looked at Li Qing with gratitude.

”It's all right.” Li Qing waved his hand and said with a smile.

The girl looked at Li Qing carefully again and looked surprised: ”ah, you look like that...”

Li Qing casually perfunctory: ”really? My friends also say so.”

”Really, if you walk in the street, you really think you are...”

Li Qing interrupted her again: ”stop it. Can that kind of character come and line up to buy tickets?”

”Hehe, too.” the girl felt a little embarrassed, gently nodded her head, turned around and stopped talking.

Li Qing could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After a while, Li Qing finally moved to the ticket office with the team. The girl in front bought a ticket, thanked Li Qing, and then walked into Mingtai Convention and Exhibition Center.

When it was Li Qing's turn, the ticket seller's aunt didn't lift her head: ”how many people?”

”Alone.” Li Qing stretched out his hand and took it out in his arms.

The ticket selling aunt still didn't look up and lazily tore down a ticket: ”fifty.”

Li Qing reached out again and took it out of his trouser pocket. Suddenly, he looked embarrassed. His wallet was gone.

”Hmm? Fifty dollars.” the ticket seller repeated again. She suddenly looked up at Li Qing with an impatient face. ”Where's the money?”

”I...” Li Qing twitched slightly at the corners of her mouth and looked embarrassed. ”I seem to have forgotten my wallet.”

The ticket seller couldn't help hissing: ”next.”

”Hey, aunt.” Li Qing took off his glasses. ”Look who I am? Do you recognize me?”

”Don't do this with me. I recognize money but not people. Are you going to brush your face?” the ticket selling aunt waved her hand lazily, ”next.”

Li Qing was even more embarrassed.

At this time, a harsh laugh came from behind: ”Hey, hey, hey, it's a poor man. If you don't have money, get out of here. You can't even afford a ticket, and come to kiss the team. What...”

Li Qing turned to see that the speaker was a middle-aged man who had clashed with himself before.

Originally, his good deeds were interrupted by Li Qingsheng. The middle-aged man was angry. Later, he saw him chatting with the girl, even more angry. Now seeing that Li Qing has no money to buy tickets, of course he should seize the opportunity and make a good mockery of it.

”Look at a fart, just say you, poor man.” the middle-aged man scolded with contempt on his face, reached out and took out a red bill from his bag and handed it to him, ”don't change a ticket. We're not like some people. We can't afford a ticket and don't get out quickly. It's good to pestle here...”

Li Qing grinned, ”what are you talking about?”

”I told you to go away and be your own movie star.” as soon as he said that, the middle-aged man suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. He saw that Li Qing's face after taking off his glasses was very familiar, as if he had really seen it somewhere

Li Qing smiled again and immediately raised his feet abruptly and stepped on the shiny black leather shoes rubbed by the middle-aged man. This foot is much heavier than the previous strength, and the middle-aged man's scream is also sharp and harsh.

”Ah!”

Li Qingsong opened his feet, then put his toes into the middle-aged man's popliteal fossa, and the latter fell forward in the scream. In addition, the crowd of spectators pushed forward. The middle-aged man was impartial and was throwing himself on the ticket selling aunt, with one hand pressed on the latter's chest.

”Ah, you bastard, dare to eat my mother's tofu!” the ticket selling aunt flew into a rage, grabbed the middle-aged man's oily hair like a chicken, pulled his head up, and without saying a word, there were two crisp slaps in the face.