The master of the system wants money

Following Tong Huan's soft call, Wu Jun, who had been lying unconscious on the bed for two whole months, finally slowly opened his eyes under the expectation of everyone.

"Uh..." Wu Jun only felt sore and weak all over, and there was a pain that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, as if someone was holding an awl and stabbing him one after another. The pain was so painful that he could hardly breathe.

But the pain proved that he had regained consciousness.

"Master!" The butler rushed to the bed excitedly, knelt on the ground and carefully helped Wu Jun half-sit up, and then asked, "Master, how do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"Uncle Wu...my whole body hurts...everything hurts everywhere...what's wrong with me..." Wu Jun is still not so clear-headed, he doesn't know what happened to him at all, he only subconsciously trusts to be by his side since he was a child Uncle Wu, the housekeeper.

"Tong Tianshi, my young master's body hurts everywhere. Is this normal? Do you want to send him to the hospital?" What happened to his young master was too unimaginable to be judged by common sense. Right now, he can only hug tightly Tong Huan's thigh, no matter what, let him heal the young master before leaving.

Money is not a problem, the Wu family is so poor that only money is left!

"It's okay. The soul has been away from the body for too long, and it's normal to have a slight rejection reaction with the body. It will be fine after a few days of rest." Tong Huan's lips curled up in an imperceptible arc. In the eyes of others, he was still cold It was unattainable, but no one could have imagined that what he was thinking at this moment was - the task is completed, can the balance of the remuneration be paid?

As for the merit points, that's just a matter of incident. The system will receive it for him anyway, so he doesn't bother to bother.

"This is great, thank you Tong Tianshi for saving your life!" The butler was grateful, and while ordering the servant to take care of his young master, he personally led Tong Huan to the study, and offered Tong Huan the reward with both hands.

"Thank you Tong Tianshi for saving your life!" After delivering the money, the housekeeper bowed deeply again, and Tong Huan fully accepted it with his chin raised slightly.

"No, it's just taking people's money to eliminate disasters with others. This matter is over, and I'm leaving now." The implication is that the villain who played against his young master should deal with it himself. The task is not of interest.

Naturally, the butler sincerely tried to persuade him to stay with him many times, but unfortunately, Tong Huan lost interest in the Wu family after being rewarded.

Half an hour later, the housekeeper supported Wu Jun, who already had a brief understanding of what had happened, and personally sent Tong Huan to the gate of Wu's house.

"Tong Tianshi, thank you for saving your life, let my driver take you back..." Wu Jun couldn't help but proposed again, but Tong Huan still refused.

"The Wu family is a family that has accumulated philanthropy for generations. I hope that after you, you can also continue the virtues of the Wu family. Let me say goodbye." Tong Huan left a piece of advice, turned around and left without hesitation, and for some reason, he disappeared in a blink of an eye. The figure disappeared, causing Wu Jun and the butler to sigh with emotion for a while, unable to return to their senses for a long time.

At this time, Tong Huan had some doubts in his heart.

Before, Wu Kuo always loved to cling to him, why was he not even willing to send him off when he left?Tong Huan always felt that something was wrong, but he didn't bother to think about it, so he simply put it aside and ignored it.

Originally thought, the task is completed, the reward is paid, so I can go back, right?

However, the system sound in my mind has not sounded for a long time, and the merit points seem to have not been credited for a long time. What does this mean?Isn't the Wu family's affairs over?It's not like letting him take care of those private affairs that are fighting back and forth, right?

With such doubts in his heart, Tong Huan walked on the street a little wandering, until a child hit his leg, and then subconsciously looked down.

"..." The one who bumped into his leg was a fair little boy, about five or six years old. At this moment, he was looking at him with his head up and his eyes wide open. There was still a layer of suspicious water in his eyes. fog.

Nima, don't you want to cry for him?