Xu Zhao has been feeling something wrong lately.

Since he was taken back to the Ji family more than two months ago, the attitude of the Ji family towards him has been very subtle.

Ji Feng, the eldest young master of the Ji family, ignored him, and the two greeted each other coldly except for the first time, and they didn't even say a word after that.

These servants are accustomed to praising the high and stepping on the low.

At first, he maintained a polite appearance, but then saw that even Ji Chuanxiong, the head of the Ji family, ignored him, and soon began to neglect him openly and secretly.

He always forgot to make breakfast 'accidentally', and the lunch box he brought to school was only a small amount, which was not enough for a growing boy.

And the Ji family never gave Xu Zhao a single pocket money, he could only be glad that he still had a few part-time jobs that he didn't quit before he was taken back to the Ji family.

But recently, for three days in a row, his breakfast and bento suddenly became extremely rich.

He thought, maybe Ji Chuanxiong finally couldn't look at it anymore and knocked them.

But after covert observation, the servants still did not hide their disdain and disgust for him.

Xu Zhao always felt that there was some earth-shattering conspiracy hidden, and he would rather drink water and eat steamed buns than dare to touch those meals.

"He didn't eat again?"

Gu Yao, who heard 007's report, put the thick stack of recipe books in front of him back on the shelf, and his brows furrowed with hatred.

"I guess I'm scared of being teased, after all, the rich family is deep, and he must keep a snack." 007 said he understood.

But......

"His blackening value has risen to 30 percent..... However, the happiness index has risen strangely. ”

"How much?"

"Now it's -20% ......"

Gu Yao nodded: "In this case, I'll change to a simpler and rude way." ”

So, that night, Xu Zhao opened the quilt and saw that the bed was covered with hundred-yuan bills.

He closed the quilt again, then hesitantly lifted it again, and the money was still there, and it seemed to be more.

"Hell yes."

The gloom between Xu Zhao's eyebrows deepened, and he made a phone call and called Ji Chuanxiong's special assistant Wang Lang to explain the situation.

He felt that nine times out of ten, someone deliberately framed him, wanting the people of the Ji family to think that he was stealing money and had a bad character.

But after Wang Lang came, he just looked at the money on the bed with a strange expression, and then said that this was the pocket money that had not been paid in the previous two months, and it was all supplemented to him, a full 30,000 yuan.

Although it is less than one-tenth of the monsoon, it is already a lot of money for Xu Zhao.

After Wang Lang finished explaining, he left in a hurry, as if he didn't want to stay in Xu Zhao's room for a second.

Xu Zhao looked at his back and frowned.

He didn't know that Ji Chuanxiong's special assistant had been having nightmares for a week, and the dream was a picture of Xu Zhao pressing Wang Lang to the ground and rubbing it frantically after he won the inheritance of the Ji family.

When he woke up in the middle of the night, Wang Lang had relatives in his heart, and he just regarded it as a first-line guide given to him by God, telling him not to bully the young man into poverty......

After Wang Lang left, Xu Zhao put the money away.

I counted it, and there were fifty thousand.

He didn't give up, and counted it again.

Gu Yao sat on the bed, watching the young man count the money with his head down, and his pious expression even diluted the gloom between his eyebrows.

And above his head, the line of data on the happiness index finally changed from negative to 1%.

She heard him say, "Great......"

Gu Yao was silent for a moment, her heart couldn't tell the feeling, she knocked on 007's head and asked:

"I just seem to have mood swings, did you detect it?"

007 shook his head, Gu Yao glanced at it unhappily: "You waste ......"

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