He Is Warmer Than Time

Shen Mengfang's eyes widened, "What? One hundred and five? What do you want so much money for?"

Wen Huihui told Shen Mengfang that Song Ran had to buy a cheongsam for her stepmother Du Limei. Shen Mengfang looked at Wen Huihui with a hatred of iron and steel: "The spoiled eldest lady, can't you still get her out of her? Take it to the ditch and slaughter it, why are you so useless?"

Wen Huihui gritted her teeth: "I was negligent to guard, and I won't do it anymore, Aunt Shen, you are the only one who can help me now."

The two of them had already stood on the same front. Their common enemy was Song Ran. They were all happy to see Song Ran in embarrassment, poverty, and loss of wealth and men.

Shen Mengfang looked at Wen Huihui embarrassedly: "Huihui, Auntie’s money was not brought by the wind. You can open your mouth for one hundred and five. You also know that Aunt Song Ran’s usual expenses depend on Song Ran’s father. Before Song Ran This **** girl didn’t know where he took the photo, so that Lao Song didn’t trust me, and even reduced the pocket money he gave me. Auntie didn’t have a lot of money.”

Although she was on the same line, she was still very reluctant to ask Shen Mengfang to bleed.

Wen Huihui clenched her fists and looked at Shen Mengfang: "Aunt Shen, only you can help me now. If I agree but don't buy cheongsam for my mother, my life at that home will be even more difficult."

Old Song really didn’t give much pocket money. Shen Mengfang has long developed the habit of spending money lavishly. Today, he finally won two hundred yuan. He thought he could go out and have a good life. The money is not hot yet, it’s difficult. Do you want to give generously to Wen Huihui if you don't achieve it?

She is really unwilling.

But, there is no way, if Wen Huihui revealed that she let her go back to the home of the poor camp elder last time, it was her frustration that the house would be furious again, and she would be so frustrated with Song Ran at the moment.

So I could only bear the pain and touched one hundred and fifty yuan from the handbag, and said distressed: "Huihui, this money was lent to you by auntie. Do you remember to pay it back to me, you pay it slowly, you know? ?"

She is not the second lady of the Song family. She has a lot of money in her hands and leads a profligate life. Let alone more than one hundred yuan, she has to figure out how to spend it.

This is why she is so eager to drive the Song family out of the Song family. Seeing Jinshan Yinshan piled up in front of her, the dominance does not belong to her. How can she not let her give birth to infinite greed?

Wen Huihui gritted her teeth and said: "I know Aunt Shen, I will pay you back."

The days ahead are bound to be very difficult.

Shen Mengfang had lost one hundred and fifty yuan, and he didn't know how long and how long it would take to recover it. As if bleeding came from his heart, his hatred for Song Ran added two points.

Entering the bungalow, the Song sisters sat on the sofa in the hall.

Song Xuan handed a beautifully packaged brocade box to Song Ran: "Hey, I was paid a few days ago. I saw a puppy pendant in the old temple gold that looked very nice. It's for you."

Song Ran is a dog, and Song Xuan loves to give her some dog stuff.

Song Ran took the box and gave a light tusk: "Always give me gold, sister, can you not be so extravagant and wasteful in the future?"

Thinking of her sending a notebook to Doudou, Gu Jingxing told her not to be too used to Doudou, and looking at her sister, it was simply a waste of money.

Shen Mengfang's back teeth were almost broken by her. Miss Jiao, who doesn't know the suffering of the world, would like someone to give her gold. Where else would anyone dislike gold?