Don't save money for men

"Okay aunt, I don't have class this afternoon."

"Then it's settled!"

Hanging up the phone, Zhuang Xiaoyan stared at the message, feeling that his face had been lost in front of Wang Jing!

At the same time, Chu Mochen received a message on his mobile phone, which was a screenshot sent by Wang Jing, and then attached a paragraph to the back: "Son, my daughter-in-law sent the wrong message, through the phone screen, I can feel that powerful resentment, you have to comfort others!" ”

Chu Mochen saw the content of the screenshot and sighed helplessly.

This little girl must be angry that she didn't wake her up last night.

Chu Mochen picked up the phone, dialed it, and soon heard a lazy snorting voice: "Are you here to make fun of me?" If you dare to say yes, I want you to look good! ”

As soon as he hung up the phone with Wang Jing for a while, Chu Mochen's phone call came, and Zhuang Xiaoyan could guess that it must have been Wang Jing's small report.

Chu Mochen chuckled and said in a good mood: "No." ”

Zhuang Xiaoyan snorted, "If you say no, you are laughing at me!" I can't see you anyway, I'm moving back to the dormitory from today, and I won't be empty in the boudoir! ”

"Good, I'm going to be busy in the past few days, I'll go back and compensate you."

Zhuang Xiaoyan's eyes lit up, "How do you want to compensate?" ”

"You can do whatever you want!" Chu Mochen generously handed over the rights to Zhuang Xiaoyan.

With such treatment, Zhuang Xiaoyan was still in a mood to be unhappy, and immediately became excited, "Okay, this is what you said, I can do whatever I want!" ”

In the afternoon, Zhuang Xiaoyan went shopping with Wang Jing.

Wang Jing bought a lot of things in a big bag, and after a while, Zhuang Xiaoyan had several more sets of clothes and jewelry.

Zhuang Xiaoyan couldn't help but say, "Auntie, I have enough clothes, don't buy them for me." ”

"It's okay, don't be reluctant, I spend all your man's money, he doesn't have time to go shopping with you, I'll replace him, spend his money, accompany his woman, and help him love his woman by the way."

Zhuang Xiaoyan: ...... Can you stop mentioning that text message?

Wang Jing said while buying things and paying: "Xiaoxiao, don't save money for men, you save money, where do they have the motivation to make money?" Want anything, just swipe your card! ”

The corners of Zhuang Xiaoyan's mouth twitched, what kind of card did she swipe, where did she have a card?

Wang Jing saw that Zhuang Xiaoyan's expression was wrong, and asked in surprise: "Xiaochen shouldn't have a credit card for you to spend, right?" ”

Looking at Wang Jing's surprised eyes, Zhuang Xiaoyan immediately said, "Chu Mochen gave me a shopping card, but I lost it." ”

It's not that she lost it, but she returned it to Chu Mochen.

"Gift card?" Wang Jing seemed to have heard something incredible, and then frowned, "Why don't I know, my son is so stingy?" What can you do with a shopping card, and you can't use it as money, your own woman doesn't give a credit card with unlimited consumption, and he is embarrassed to say that you are his woman, poor Xiaoxiao, I am sorry for you! Such an unreliable man should be dumped as soon as possible, you be my daughter, and my mother will find you a reliable one. ”

Zhuang Xiaoyan: ......

Is this sure to be Chu Mochen's own mother?

Why does it look more like her own mother?

Then, Wang Jing put the card in his hand into Zhuang Xiaoyan's hand, "Oh, this is given to you by your mother, you can keep it." ”

"Auntie, it's useless for me to take this......"

"Obedient, if you don't accept it, you won't give me face," such a good daughter-in-law must be suppressed with a black gold card, so that other men dare not approach when they see it!

Looking at Wang Jing's serious expression, Zhuang Xiaoyan had no choice but to accept it.

After walking the street with Wang Jing in the afternoon, at the end, Zhuang Xiaoyan said: "Auntie, you go back first, I still have some business." ”

Here, not far from SM International, Wang Jing pierced Zhuang Xiaoyan's mind at a glance and left with a smile.

Zhuang Xiaoyan came directly to SM International, Chu Mochen didn't have time to see her, so she took the initiative to meet him!

When she got downstairs, Zhuang Xiaoyan called Ou Jie, and Ou Jie quickly came down to pick her up.

Entering the elevator, Zhuang Xiaoyan asked, "Oba,...... That, Chu Bawang, has he been particularly busy lately? ”

"Yes, there have been a lot of things in the company recently, coupled with the company's re-planning and rectification, as well as foreign business, all piled up, the boss worked overtime until more than three o'clock in the morning every day, and came to the company at seven o'clock in the morning to continue to deal with things." Ou Jie said in detail.

Zhuang Xiaoyan was stunned, he was so busy until more than three o'clock in the morning?

No wonder she waited until a little more than one o'clock every night to get him back, and when she was sleepy to death, he was working hard!

Not only that, but when she slept soundly, he had already gotten up and continued to work.

He was so busy until so late, plus the round-trip journey, when he got home to sleep, it only took three hours to die!

Zhuang Xiaoyan didn't feel good in his heart, how hard does this man have to work?

I used to see his beautiful scenery, his lofty appearance, it seems that he is always so bright, and he lives a prominent life that others can't envy, but who can see his hard work in private?

At this time, his body had just healed, and it was not easy for him to work, but he still worked hard.

In the past few days, all the dissatisfaction has disappeared completely, and there is only shame and distress for that man in my heart.

Ou Jie looked at Zhuang Xiaoyan's gloomy eyes, thought for a while, and continued: "In the past, when the boss was busy in foreign companies, he was almost always busy, and slept directly in the lounge of the office, saving the time on the way back and forth. ”

Listening to Ou Jie's words, Zhuang Xiaoyan's heart tightened.