What does he mean by that?
Luo Miao was still holding her phone, feeling sorry for him.
That's tens of thousands!
The website not only takes half of the revenue, but also deducts taxes.
What should I do if my heart aches even more?
His beloved Chairman Mao has flown away just like that.
After a moment of stunned silence, Fan Xuhui subconsciously pulled out several hundred yuan from his bag.
Hand it over.
Luo Miao's expression immediately changed.
I promptly pushed the money back.He said seriously, "I have hands and feet, I can earn my own living, and I will never accept charity."
Fan Xuhui: "..."
Who was the person who just told him to give him the money directly?
A ghost?
The person who had a heart attack took the money back.
Luo Miao watched without changing her expression, but when she turned her head, her little face scrunched up.
His money.
'Waaaaa'
Eek~!!
What is it?
Luo Ling's eyes widened slightly as he subtly glanced at the spot where Yingyingying was crying.
The white mouse grinned, twitched its whiskers, and laughed at him with immense pleasure.
Luo Ling: "..."
It seems the upgrade has really messed up his brain.
'Knock knock knock'
"You can leave now."
A police officer pushed open the door and spoke to Luo Ling and her group.
Jiang Liu emerged from behind the other party.
He walked straight to Fan Xuhui's side.
"Young master, the boss wants you to go straight home; he's waiting for you there."
Fan Xuhui, who had initially taken it lightly, was immediately taken aback.
His face looked stiff.
Does his father know about this?
Frowning in annoyance.
The police must have called his father.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the person next to her and immediately hooked her arm around his neck.
"Go back and tell my father that I'm going to study hard recently, and I've even found myself a tutor. I'm working hard now."
"What?"
Luo Ling was so surprised she wanted to jump up.
The hand pressed on the shoulder felt like it weighed a thousand pounds and couldn't move.
Kexin couldn't calm down at all.
If those bailiffs and witnesses from before don't count, do they also have to become teachers now?
Are you kidding me?
He himself is only seventeen years old, still a minor.Is this guy out of his mind to be a teacher?
"Stop making that stupid face and cooperate obediently, or I'll expose you."
Fan Xuhui leaned closer to Luo Ling, his expression full of threat.
But no matter how you look at it, it's just so adorable.
Like a young tiger baring its fangs and claws.
It looks scary, but it's actually cute.
I want to raise one.
When they grow up, if anyone causes trouble, just let them out to scare them.
You're guaranteed to scare them every time.
Luo Miao's thoughts drifted off course without her realizing it.
Even the way she looked at Fan Xuhui changed.
He nodded, almost as if possessed.
Fan Xuhui was satisfied. "I'll go with him first. You can take care of the rest."
He pulled Luo Ling along and strode out of the room with a flourish.
Several members of the "Funeral Love Family" followed behind him.
Jiang Liu, who was left behind, was completely devastated.
I kept telling myself, "It's not mine, it's not mine."
Y·Wang managed to suppress his urge to hit someone.
Why.
Luo Miao gripped the seatbelt tightly, the wind blowing in and making his hair stand on end.
The flesh on his face moved along with it.
He swallowed hard and managed to speak.
"Hey, you there, slow down! Do you even have a driver's license?"
Fan Xuhui glanced at the dashboard.
120 yards.
He said disdainfully, "Such a slow speed? It's like trying to crawl with a tortoise."
As he spoke, he floored the accelerator, and the needle shot up to 130 and approached 140.
Like a gust of wind, Luo Ling was successfully defeated.
By the time the car stopped, he was completely exhausted.
He slumped in the chair, clutching his chest and covering his mouth, feeling nauseous.
Seeing that he was about to vomit, Fan Xuhui blurted out.
"You're not pregnant, are you?"
A dazed Luo Ling: "..."