Sick Master Fu's little flirtatious tits are fierce and sweet

Wen Xiaorou's clear eyes were filled with joy, and she reached out to pick up the beautifully packaged candy: "Thank you Kaikai."

The moment her finger touched the candy, Fu Hongyun pulled back the girl's hand.

"Rourou, I'll buy you strawberry cake, okay?"

Wen Xiaorou's attention was instantly attracted by the strawberry cake, and she nodded obediently: "Okay..."

"Strawberry cake is my favorite."

Fu Hongyun led Wen Xiaorou towards the strawberry cake shop.

Xiao Yikai stopped where he was, staring blankly at the candy in his hand.

Watching Wen Xiaorou being taken away, Wen Manxin's gorgeous facial features twisted into a ball.

This time it didn't work out.

Her eyes were full of fierceness, and because the powder was applied too thickly, there were pale gullies on her face.

"Manxin, what are you looking at?"

Wen Qihan walked over, followed her gaze, and saw a small strawberry cake shop.

Fu Hongyun and Wen Xiaorou had already entered the store.

Wen Qihan looked at the small shop, and there was nothing unusual about it.

The store is small and the decoration is vulgar. There are several yellowed and old cake models in the old cabinets.

The design of the entire storefront is bright red and green, and it looks very cheap at first glance.

Wen Qihan looked at Wen Manxin and suddenly realized.

"So you want to eat strawberry cake?"

"Don't you hate sweets the most?"

Wen Manxin was devastated, with a unwilling smile on her face.

"I didn't like to eat before, but now I like to eat."

I especially want to eat the cake bought by Fu Hongyun himself.

It must be sweeter.

Wen Qihan scratched his head: "Then I'll buy it for you."

Wen Manxin's eyes were deep, implying a trace of disdain: "Are you rich?"

Wen Qihan was taken aback for a moment, and replied embarrassingly: "The Wen family is one of the largest financial groups in the empire. I am the eldest son of the Wen family, so of course I am rich."

Wen Manxin grinned.

what's the point.

Far cannot quench near thirst.

Apart from Wen Xiaorou, which of the guests on this show is not rich?

Which one is not poor in the show.

Seeing Wen Manxin's disappointed expression, Wen Qihan was embarrassed.

Sister Man Xin is... disappointed in him?

Because he can't make money?

He also wants to make money.

He has already walked around the small town. After all, a small town is not as good as a big city, and there are fewer job opportunities.

In particular, there are fewer jobs for musicians floating in the clouds.

Except for a nearby construction site that needed brick movers, Wen Qihan couldn't find any chance to make money.

How could he, a young master, do the hard work of moving bricks?

will be laughed at.

Wen Qihan thought and thought, and suddenly took off the baseball cap on his head.

"Man Xin, my best thing is singing."

"For a singer as famous as me, just casually singing a song on the street can go viral."

"Someone will definitely give me money."

Seeing his confident appearance, a trace of sarcasm flashed across Wen Manxin's face.

You might as well be selling baseball caps.

Your incredible album sales, your hot search rankings, and the ratings of your shows.

Your dad bought it for you.

Don't you have any points in mind?

Wen Qihan put his baseball cap on the ground, cleared his throat, and began to sing.

After a song, the baseball cap is empty.

Wen Qihan couldn't hold back anymore.

How is this possible?

He is so famous?

There are 300 hot searches a year, and the top stream is so popular.

Nobody cares!

This is no longer a question of money.

It's about the self-esteem of great musicians.

A certain person's problem.

After all, trash audiences make trash movies.

The same principle applies to the music world.

The villagers in this valley have insufficient appreciation ability.

Don't know how to appreciate his great music.

Wen Qihan made countless excuses for himself, successfully persuaded himself, and saved his self-esteem.

"My music is inspired by the big festival Mozart, and all the musicians around are full of praise."

"My album sales are the third in the country. There are many people who like my music, and my music is also very popular."

"My music is definitely fine, it's the bumpkins who have the problem."

If there is no camera facing him, Wen Manxin really wants to roll his eyes to the sky.

How much she wanted to tell this big fool the truth.

Those musicians praised you for clinging to the Wen family.

Your album sales are high because your dad pays for it out of pocket.

Few people actually like your music.

Hot search topics are also bought with money.

But Wen Manxin couldn't tell the truth.

Because she is not the biological daughter of the Wen family.

Although the Wen family has always emphasized that she is closer than her own daughter, blood relationship does not matter, and the one who is raised by her side is the closest.

But Wen Manxin didn't believe it.

If the Wen family really didn't care, why did they emphasize blood relationship over and over again?

Ever since she knew that she was not the biological daughter of the Wen family, Wen Manxin has been trembling like walking on thin ice, carefully trying to please everyone in the Wen family.

She really didn't want to go back to her biological parents.

What can the pair of uneducated and humble servants bring her?

They have nothing but poverty.

Wen Manxin was used to the life of a rich and well-fed eldest lady, and she was not at all willing to go back to suffer by the old servants.

She even thought about making the pair of old servants disappear forever.

If they disappeared, her identity would not be leaked, and she would be able to live glamorously forever.

Wen Manxin knew that Wen Qihan had always treated her very well, loved and protected her, and always treated her like her own sister.

But she just can't see him as an idiot.

Nothing but good looks.

Wen Qihan picked up his baseball cap in frustration.

"Manxin, am I useless?"

"I can't even earn the money to buy you strawberry cake."

Wen Manxin wanted to say that it was quite useless.

But he still comforted him patiently and said: "Brother Qi Han, it's okay, I don't want to eat strawberry cake now."

"It doesn't matter if you don't make money, I don't care about money."

"There are few job opportunities in this small town, and it is difficult for even Fu Hongyun to earn money."

Wen Qihan's eyes suddenly lit up: "Yes, I can't make any money, and Fu Hongyun definitely can't make any money either."

"Everyone can't make money, everyone is the same."

If the two of them could see the barrage at this moment, they would be shocked.

Because at this moment, Fu Hongyun not only found a job opportunity, but also earned a lot of money.

His girl was already sitting in the air-conditioned room, shaking her slender, jade-white legs and eating strawberry cake.

As early as on the way here, Fu Hongyun discovered a business opportunity.

The Strawberry Cake Shop is in the wrong place.

Opened in a gathering place for the elderly.

There is a mahjong parlor there, and there are many people coming and going every day.

But it's just looking at the flow of people.

Because the elderly accounted for [-]% of the people coming and going.

Old people don't like to eat these sweet western pastries.

Expensive and unpalatable.

It's better to eat two nests of corn bread.

The target customers of the cake shop are also mainly young people.

It is opened in Naoxiang, but it cannot enjoy the benefits brought by Naoxiang.

Fu Hongyun sharply pointed out the problems of the cake shop and made a deal with the boss.

He helped the cake shop sell a hundred strawberry cakes, and the profits were shared with the boss six to four.

The owner of the cake shop looked at this handsome and extraordinary young man in front of him, and felt that he was bragging.

He can't sell a hundred strawberry shortcakes a week.

Why is this young man?

Because of his good looks?

This is not going to the sea to be listed, handsome but can't be eaten.

But seeing the man's swearing, the boss wavered again.

Anyway, there is no harm in trying.

Pure white? Why not do a prostitution deal?

The cake shop owner agreed to Fu Hongyun's request.

Fu Hongyun pushed a cart of strawberry cakes out, leaving the girl in the air-conditioned room of the cake shop.

He took out a strawberry cake from the car and handed it to the girl: "Here, my husband treats you to eat."

Wen Xiaorou hesitated whether to take the cake or not, and glanced at the boss next to him: "I haven't paid for the cake yet."

Fu Hongyun opened the cake packaging bag, dug out a piece of sweet and soft cake and fed it to the girl's mouth: "Eat it with confidence, my husband will pay for it."

The man spoke confidently to the owner of the cake shop with a low voice.

"This cake is on credit first."

"Someone will send you money in 5 minutes."