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Chapter 56 Nan Yi Huan Enlightened

【Mr. Gu is like a Tang monk who has fallen into his daughter’s country. He is in a dilemma. He wants to ask for help from his strong-mouthed guard Su Sun Wukong Xihe, but his mother intercepts the communication. 】

[This show is colorful because of Su Xihe and the patron's father, it's so funny, the POS machine, the patron's father is really inhuman]

[Su Xihe and the gold master's father let us know a truth, you can't marry a money fan, even if you are a close couple, you have to settle the score clearly.Just imagine, when the gold master's father wants to do this and that with Su Xihe, Su Xihe takes out a POS machine from the bed and says: Mr. Gu, first swipe the card, what kind of experience is this? 】

【Upstairs you are abnormal, don't be shy】

[It is to experience the excitement of py transactions within the scope of reasonable and legal circumstances? 】

[The more you talk, the more evil it gets, so I'll do it too.On the anniversary of the father and Su Xihe, the father of the gold master handed Su Xihe a POS machine in the big bed room with flowers, candles and red hearts and roses and said, "Do you still remember our token of love?" 】

[Help, I was fooled by you, I can no longer look directly at the sponsor's father and Su Xihe, this is not the bus to the kindergarten, I have to get off, master, open the door! 】

[Su Xihe: If you want to get off the car, pay first! 】

Su Xihe brought from the director a tent that was twice as big as the others and hadn't been erected yet.

She looked at Gu Yisheng, who was burning charcoal and preparing to set up a barbecue, and said, "Mr. Gu, I won't be able to set up the tent when it arrives. You can do it?"

While fanning the flames, Gu Yicheng tilted his head and said, "If you can't free your hands, ask other idlers to help you."

The spoiled Idler No. 1 Nan Yihuan sat side by side with Idler No. 2 Yang Ruoruo, and they spread their hands together, speaking with a sense of peace of mind.

"We won't either."

The expected answer.

"I didn't bring our sleeping bag, can you go and get it?"

She said this sentence to Yang Ruoruo.

With hands and feet, and a group, she should do something.

Yang Ruoruo shrank behind Nan Yihuan reluctantly, she muttered, "Aunt Nan, I can't do hard work~"

While squeamish, she also seems a little petty.

Although Nan Yihuan was displeased, but thinking about Mrs. Yang's plea to her before, she still didn't say much.

Seeing the eyes on her, Nan Yihuan took out a wad of money from her pocket and said, "Can you bring those sleeping bags here in exchange for the money?"

"enough."

Su Xihe took the money from Nan Yihuan with bright eyes, put the tent aside and said, "I'll get it right away."

Although her country no longer lacks this kind of money, Su Xihe, who has been poor since she was a child, knows the importance of money, so even now, she takes these small money very seriously.

Looking at Su Xihe who was smiling and went to get the sleeping bag when his eyes opened, Yang Ruoruo said arrogantly, "Poor ghost."

Nan Yihuan couldn't help frowning, feeling somewhat displeased with Yang Ruoruo for no reason.

She said: "Not everyone is born rich. As long as they work hard to make money, they should be respected. We just eat better and wear better clothes. Spiritually, we have never been richer than her. You are so proud what?"

Yang Ruoruo, who had been educated by Nan Yihuan, went down in an instant. She looked at Nan Yihuan and said in a Wenwennuonuo voice, "Aunt Nan, if you don't mean that, Ruoruo just doesn't like her face, Ruoruo It must not be like this next time, Aunt Nan, don't be angry."

Looking at Yang Ruoruo, who apologized at every turn, and exuded coquettishness and pettiness in every movement, Nan Yihuan became more and more dissatisfied.

Although Su Xihe looked frizzy, her speech and demeanor revealed a dignified and dignified energy. I didn't feel it before, but seeing Yang Ruoruo and her together, it's good to see each other.

Compared with Su Xihe, the two daughters of the Yang family are too small.

(End of this chapter)