153: The Fake Monk's Real Stick

The Fake Monk's Real Stick

Fang Yusheng hurriedly chased after Qiao Jiusheng and hugged her from behind.2

Qiao Jiusheng continued to struggle with her legs, wanting to leave.

Fang Yusheng slapped her buttocks.

Qiao Jiusheng instantly stopped moving.

So many people were watching, and she did not want to lose face.

The person in his arms finally calmed down. Fang Yusheng took a deep breath and said out loud the most wretched thought in his heart, "It's not that I didn't have trust in you. I didn't tell you because… because…" He repeated it twice, but could not say a complete sentence.

Qiao Jiusheng's face turned cold as she fiercely said, "I'll give you three seconds to come out with the truth. If you don't say anything, I'll leave."

She was enraged.

Fang Yusheng had no choice but to come clean. "I originally wanted to give you a surprise, but when I saw that you didn't notice my eyes were fine and even took off your clothes in front of me, I thought that this was good too. You could moan at any time…" Fang Yusheng hummed the last sentence.

"What moan?" Forgive her low IQ, but Qiao Jiusheng could not understand and could not follow Fang Yusheng's pace.

Fang Yusheng gritted his teeth and said, "I was peeping at you!"

Qiao Jiusheng was speechless.

What a pervert you are, fake monk.

Qiao Jiusheng was furious and speechless.

She pursed her lips, her eyes filled with grievance.

His eyes were already healed.

Then what about the ugly state I have been in front of him these past few days?

She had ignored his presence and taken off her clothes to change. She had even sat in front of him one day and picked her nose with a cotton bud!

As she thought of those ugly scenes, Qiao Jiusheng wanted to bang her head against the wall and die. She wanted to die of shame.

When Fang Yusheng saw that Qiao Jiusheng did not vent her anger after hearing his explanation, his expression turned even uglier. He was lost for words. "Ah Sheng, w-what do you want me to do for you to forgive me?" He was even willing to kneel on a durian.

Forgive?

Qiao Jiusheng raised her leg and stomped on Fang Yusheng's foot.

"Roar!"

Fang Yusheng relaxed his grip, and his legs trembled. Suddenly, he saw Qiao Jiusheng run away.

As they had only gone out for a walk, Fang Yusheng had not brought any money or his phone. There were no taxis in this part of town, only buses.

Fang Yusheng stood at the bus stop and touched his pockets, only to discover that the four pockets were as light as usual.

He was penniless.

Fang Yusheng sighed and closed his eyes. He stood by the roadside and pretended to be blind as he slowly walked. He did not know if someone was watching him from the dark and did not dare to relax at all. Hence, he could only continue to pretend to be blind.

"May I ask where the police station is?" Fang Yusheng blocked an auntie.

Seeing that this man was handsome, the auntie amiably said, "Come, I'll take you there."

She led him to a police station.

"Do you want to report something?" A young policeman looked up and asked Fang Yusheng.

Fang Yusheng hesitated for a moment, feeling extremely shy. He tried his best to appear calm and said to the police, "I'm not here to make a report. I… I lost my way."

The policeman looked at him hard.

His gaze was mesmerizing.

"Family address, phone number, who's home? I'll call your family to pick you up."

Fang Yusheng agreed.

After twenty minutes, Qi Bufan drove the Volkswagen to the police station.

He looked at Fang Yusheng. Fang Yusheng was holding a cane and quietly sitting on the iron chair in the police station. His expression was indescribable. "Mr. Fang, you…" Qi Bufan laughed in his heart. Even you, Young Master Fang Yusheng, have days like these! After thanking the police, Qi Bufan left with Fang Yusheng.

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