"What's wrong with you?" Song Qian was stunned when he saw Cao Ning, and the elevator had already reached the eleventh floor.

“…… Oh, it's okay......" Cao Ning recovered from a moment of obscenity, and then said angrily, "Is there any gentlemanly demeanor? Don't you see me holding so many things?"

Song Qian pursed his lips, put the handful of green onions on Cao Ning's information, and took the whole pile of materials, and the two walked out of the elevator one after the other.

……

When it comes to preparing dinner, Song Qian is not good at it.

Although he has worked as a hotel waiter, he has always been convenient, fast and affordable in solving personal eating problems, with instant noodles as the main and lunch box as an auxiliary. In addition, these meals manipulated by Cao Ning were all going to the exquisite route, Song Qian stayed in the kitchen for a while, except for helping to wash the green onions, he felt that he could no longer intervene.

"You'd better go and sit in the living room. Cao Ning looked at Song Qian, a big man in the kitchen, and didn't know what to do, so he simply kicked him out.

"I'll do the dishes later. Song Qian took the job ahead of schedule.

"Okay, you go out quickly, don't get in the way. Cao Ning said, and had already stir-fried the first dish.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, I just happened to see Cao Ning's busy figure in the kitchen. Song Qian didn't turn on the TV, just watched. I saw that she put the ingredients for making soup into the soup pot here, and the oil in the wok was already hot.

"Thorn-" A large amount of white oil smoke rose up.

A series of stir-fry sounds followed.

Soon, the smell of vegetables reached the living room through the glass door that had not yet been closed.

"The price of green onions has risen quite a bit now, right?" Cao Ning asked as she sprinkled a handful of green onions on top of the already prepared dishes and into the living room.

Maybe it was because he was a little distracted by Cao Ning's figure stir-frying, or maybe it was because the noise in the kitchen was too loud, Song Qian only heard Cao Niuzi say something, but he didn't hear it clearly.

“…… What?"

"How much did you buy these shallots?"

"One ......" As soon as Song Qian said the word "one", he felt that something was wrong.

it! He paid a hundred yuan for a handful of green onions?!

At this time, Cao Niuzi, who walked to the restaurant with hot scallion fried tofu, praised it: "I can't see it, you are a big man, and you are so good at bargaining? Such a large handful of green onions only costs one dollar, and you will be allowed to buy vegetables in the future." ”

Today I was really impressed by Song Qian, I only thought that others were good, and I was enthusiastic about meddlesomeness, and rescued myself from the hands of those two loan sharks, but now I not only found that he was actually quite handsome after picking it up, but also found that he had the potential to be a warm man at home. It's a pity it's a gay.

“……”

For Cao Ning's praise, Song Qian could only twitch the corners of his mouth and acquiesce. In this case, he naturally couldn't say that he had spent a hundred yuan to buy this handful of green onions.

However, when he thought that he would just go out for a hundred yuan in exchange for a handful of green onions, Song Qian's heart twitched a little after the corners of his mouth twitched.

It hurts! Why doesn't it hurt? A tall hairstyle is only 200 yuan, and half of it is gone with a handful of green onions.

No!

Thinking so, Song Qian hurriedly took out his mobile phone and logged in to "Easy Funding". Today's quota is still 110,000, well, if you donate it, you can get a 1,000 one.

Because he had already donated 30,000 yuan to Wang Ke, and he was at home at this time, Song Qian was afraid of revealing his stuffing, so he did not continue to donate to Wang Ke, but also set up unfinished projects within Lingcheng to search.

After confirming the search, there are also more than a dozen pages of crowdfunding information.

"My twelve-year-old son has leukemia and urgently needs an operation. "A new crowdfunding message appears on the first page, the first article.

The crowdfunding information is written in detail, not only with an accurate introduction to the condition and family, but also with a photo of the sick boy, and finally an account attached, and the crowdfunding funds will go directly to the sick boy's account.

Yuan Zijie?

Song Qian felt that this name was a little familiar, why was his surname Yuan?

I tried to recall, it seems that when Yuan Zixin talked to her father, she said that she had a younger brother named ...... Jj?!

Could it be that this twelve-year-old boy with leukemia is Yuan Zixin's younger brother?

Enlarged the photo of the boy, Song Qian looked at it carefully. Well, the eyes are also big, and the water is clear, exactly like her sister.

Anyway, whoever you donate to is donated, and you can get a commission, not to mention that you still know a little. Although you can't give 300,000 at once, you can still give 100,000 today.

Perhaps, that little girl is worried about her brother's surgery fee, and her own 100,000 yuan will solve her urgent need. Thinking about it like this, Song Qian was still a little excited.

"Brush-" confirm the donation, 100,000 yuan.

A "tick" text message rang out.

"Your savings card account with tail number 8888 spent RMB 100,000.00 at 17:05 on August 16, and the balance was RMB 10,000.00. 【Heavenly Court】"

Well, the information is correct, there is only 10,000 yuan left in today's quota.

After waiting for a while, Song Qian actually wanted to wait for his commission to arrive. But this time, the message that the 1,000 yuan commission had arrived was delayed.

What's going on? Is the God of Wealth in arrears? Or is he not completing the task this time?

Song Qian hurriedly returned to Yuan Zijie's crowdfunding information page and read it from beginning to end. That's right, it definitely belongs to the category of serious illness, and donating through the Internet is the same as the one given to Wang Ke, which meets the requirements of the task.

Then why is there no commission?! Could it be that there is a problem with my Huatai Bank's savings card?

After that, Song Qian still couldn't wait for the information that the commission had arrived, but he saw the long-lost text that appeared in front of him.

[Warning!"Sending Charcoal in the Snow" mission has been mistaken!】

[Amount of error: 100,000 yuan]

[Nature of error: non-subjective reasons]

[Punishment: Chemical castration]

[Remedy: Recovery of donations]

Castrated?!

As soon as he saw these two words, Song Qian stood up and looked at his crotch with a frightened expression.

"What's wrong?" Cao Ning, who had just put down the dishes and was about to go back to the kitchen, was startled by Song Qian's sudden uprightness.

"I ...... I'm going to the toilet!"

In the next second, Song Qian's figure disappeared from the living room.

"It's just going to the toilet, is it necessary to be so surprised?" Cao Ning looked confused. Fortunately, I haven't eaten yet, otherwise I thought it was food poisoning.

Besides, Song Qian, who ran to the bathroom at this moment, locked the door of the toilet and unbuttoned his pants in a hurry.

"Phew-" Song Qian breathed a long sigh of relief, "The guy is still there, and he hasn't become a eunuch." ”

Pinched, there was pain, a soak of urine, normal function.

It's really scared to death. Song Qian put on his pants again, thinking in his heart that this god is really good at joking, saying that it is not good, telling a man that he was castrated, then it is better to kill him!

Come to think of it, people make mistakes, machines make mistakes, and immortals occasionally make mistakes. Take the task just now, I don't dare to guarantee otherwise, Yuan Zixin's younger brother will definitely not be fake if he has leukemia, just looking at the smart and translucent eyes of this pair of sisters and brothers, I feel that it is impossible to be a liar.

Fortunately, there was a false alarm, forget it. I can't be angry with the boss, not to mention that this boss is still a fairy.