Wei Qingyang was still looking at the sky and doubting life, but Fu Wei found a quick way to solve the problem.

Although she and Wei Qingyang don't have money, it doesn't prevent others from having money, for example... Chu Lai.

After mastering Chu Lai's body in 1973, it quickly reversed Chu Lai's indifferent normalcy at home, and relied on sprinkling (e) Jiao (yu) selling (feng) Meng (cheng) and Chu family's parents to mingle, and soon became their treasure in the palm of their hands, and their lives were not chic and comfortable.

While living a comfortable life, his pocket money will naturally not be less.

Fu Wei roughly calculated the money needed to buy things, and reported a number to Chu Lai, but within a few days, he received a transfer from Chu Lai.

Looking at the satisfactory number in the balance, Fu Wei proudly snatched the mineral water in Wei Qingyang's hand and threw it into the trash, "Don't drink it, don't do it." ”

"Ah, what's wrong," Wei Qingyang was anxious on his face, but he was very excited in his heart, Fu Wei couldn't hold on to it and wanted to give up? Is this finally the end of the miserable and miserable life of my relatives?

He looked at Fu Wei's still sweaty face, anxiously waiting for an answer.

But in Fu Tao's long silence, Wei Qingyang was deflated again, Fu Tao didn't seem to be so easy to give up? He turned his head and thought of other possibilities.

Just now I asked Fu Wei how long it would take to get enough money, and now she suddenly said that she wouldn't do it, wouldn't she be going to change to a job that would make more money?

What if... What to do if you are more tired than this?

Wei Qingyang slowly turned his head again, and embarrassedly persuaded Fu Wei, "Sister, in fact, this leaflet is being distributed, it's also very good..."

Good thing about it (a bunch of swear words).

Wei Qingyang was afraid that Fu Mo wouldn't believe what he said, so he immediately grabbed the flyer that was put aside, and made a cheering gesture towards Fu Tao, "Sister, making money can't be said to be hard, there is a reward if you pay." ”

It's just that in his opinion, the effort is not in contrast to the gain.

Fu Mo couldn't help but laugh when she looked at Wei Qingyang's actions, "Do you really think so?" ”

"Mmmm, I really think so, I'm quite fond of handing out flyers now."

"Then you continue to post here, I won't do it," Fu Wei threw the paper ball that wiped sweat in his hand into the garbage can, and began to pack up his things and prepare to call it a day.

"Sister, what's the matter..."Seeing this, Wei Qingyang hurriedly stepped forward to stop her,

"Brother, we have money, we don't need to hand out flyers, understand?" Fu Wei raised his eyes and glanced at him, regardless of whether he reacted or not, he took his things and walked to the person in charge.

And behind her, Wei Qingyang, who had reacted, was still excitedly confirming, "Are you serious?" Do we really have money and don't have to work? ”

"Sister, you're really amazing, where did you get so much money?"

Wei Qingyang muttered to himself for a long time, but Fu Wei didn't answer him, and slowly, a bold and "terrifying idea" appeared in Wei Qingyang's mind, his voice also decreased, and he said in a dull voice, "Sister, tell me honestly, don't you do that kind of thing, right?" ”

Fu Yanyan turned around with a smile and asked, "What kind of thing?"

How can this Wei Qingyang be so brain-filling, if she wasn't in a hurry, it might be okay to let Wei Qingyang be a domestic screenwriter?

"It's just... That's it," Wei Qingyang hurriedly compared, but he didn't explain why for a long time.

The kind of thing that sells the body can also sell the soul.

Although he wanted to finish his work quickly, if Fu Wei wanted to do such a thing, he would still hand out leaflets.

Handing out flyers is quite fragrant.

Seeing that Wei Qingyang was about to cry out in anguished and anxious, Fu Wei sighed and explained to him, "If we were thinking about the same thing, then I didn't do it." ”

"And where did you get all that money?"

"Borrowed, find Chu," Fu Mo shrugged his shoulders and turned to end the topic.

Chu Lai? When did they get on such good terms?

Wei Qingyang stood in place and looked at Fu Wei's back, falling into deep thought.

Because of the Spring Festival holiday, the original plan to buy live broadcast equipment for Wei Qingyang was also postponed to after the Spring Festival. Maybe Wei's father and mother really encountered some big problems, not only did they not go to work during the Spring Festival, but even at home they were sad, looking at who was not pleasing to the eye.

And this who includes not only Fu Xuan, but also Wei Qingyang, who has always been favored.

"What time is it, you still don't get up, what are you doing at home?"

"I've been diligent for so many days, and I thought you had changed your character, but I didn't expect it to be this virtue."

"Can you take the initiative to do something, you don't read books or do it, just wait for us to serve you?"

Wei's mother's scolding sounded one after another in the room, and Wei Qingyang didn't say anything back, even his eyes didn't give a handout to Wei's mother.

After the last time Wei's mother smashed things, Wei Qingyang never spoke to Wei's mother again, he completely regarded Wei's mother as air, and the situation like now, when Wei's mother said that it rained by herself, it had to be staged dozens of times a day in this house.

Wei Qingyang also had a cold face during the meal, regardless of Wei's mother's nagging, just eat with his head bored.

"Come, Qingyang, eat some of your favorite shrimp," Father Wei ignored Wei Qingyang's face that didn't want to talk to them, and sandwiched a shrimp and put it in Wei Qingyang's bowl.

Wei Qingyang only glanced at it lightly, reached out and put the shrimp back on the plate, "I don't like to eat shrimp." ”

Don't like shrimp? Even Fu Mo didn't believe this.

You must know that Wei Qingyang can not even eat hungry people for the sake of shrimp, as long as it is shrimp, no matter what kind of method, he will not refuse.

What's more, next to his bowl, there is also a pile of shrimp shells.

"Smack," Wei Mu slapped her chopsticks on the table.

Fu Mo secretly glanced at Wei's mother's face, and then looked at Wei Qingyang's attitude, and secretly said in his heart that the Third World War was about to break out.

"You don't like shrimp, what did you just eat? What do you think of me and your dad? ”

She can be considered fed up with Wei Qingyang's indifference for so many days, as the saying goes, it is tolerable and unbearable, she really doesn't have the good temper to accompany Wei Qingyang to play the game of "son evil mother and softness".

Wei Qingyang didn't speak, didn't even raise his head, took a few bites of rice three or five times, threw down his chopsticks and walked in the direction of the room.

"You speak, what kind of attitude do you have, Wei Qingyang, you stop for me and make it clear!"

Wei Qingyang didn't pause in his steps, as if he was wearing headphones and playing music, isolating the sound of the outside world.

In fact, he really wanted to wear a headset, but his headset was tragically killed by Wei's mother two days ago. And the mall hasn't been open for the past two days, and he has nowhere to buy a new one.

"Damn, Wei Qingyang, you stop for the old lady."

"Bang," this is the sound of the porcelain bowl smashing on Wei Qingyang's body and then falling down and hitting the ground.

"What are you going to do?"

Wei Qingyang turned around and yelled at Wei Mu.

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