As soon as he heard the word contract, Song Shinian had the illusion that he had fallen from the heroine of Shuangwen to the cannon fodder of abusive literature.

What kind of contract: ex-wife runs with the ball, and the stand-in lover tears two lines......

Song Shinian's breath was suffocated and his heart ached.

Don't panic, it's okay.

Let's play with the big guy first, and I don't know who will be planted in the end.

Little cutie at the time: Big guy, you are so strict. So what's in it for me to sign a contract?

Bite.

TB23754 said: Enough stone pipe.

Song Shinian's head was covered with black lines.

I thought it was a black gold card, a million cash or something like that, but he was embarrassed to give a stone?

Uh, wait-

Stone!!!

The big guy died early because he was the only treasure connoisseur of the Yan family's generation.

Born with different pupils, that's the existence of the world's treasures.

The stone given by the big guy, can it be an ordinary stone, it's all a living little money.

Developed, developed, developed.

The big guy not only gives stones, but also limits.

Even if you can't go home in the future, holding the breakup fee given to you by the big guy, it is also the life of a rich woman who embraces a handsome uncle on the left and a little fresh meat on the right and spends a lot of money.

Isn't guarding the big guy now guarding an inexhaustible mountain of gold!

Song Shinian's heart boiled all of a sudden.

She hurriedly poked her phone.

Cutie at the time: Then dear, when are we going to go shopping and gambling on the stones?

Bite.

tb23754: Honey?

The little cutie at the time: the nickname of love~ (Look at my sincere little eyes. JPG）

Bite.

tb23754: Oh, fickle woman

Song Shinian smiled on his face and felt MMP in his heart.

But one thing to say, in the face of money, she can stand still;

But in front of Jinshan, don't call the big guy dear, just call Dad.

Cutie at the time: That's the depth of my love for you (love love love love)

Bite.

tb23754 said: Tomorrow is something, the day after tomorrow.

Oh yes!

Song Shinian made a triumphant gesture.

From the day after tomorrow, she will be a little rich woman.

Wait, what are the types of gambling stones, and what color is the most expensive?

Hurry up and check on the Internet, and strive to save the pension money for this life the day after tomorrow.

"Every year."

At this time, Shi Wenzhou suddenly appeared at the door of the room.

Song Shinian's excitement was received, although he had already met Shi Wenzhou a few times, but it was the first time that he had faced each other so seriously.

It's a little embarrassing.

This is a male protagonist who is affectionate and unrepentant at the time, if he hadn't worn it himself, it is estimated that he and the original owner would have been in love with each other.

Thinking about Shi Wenzhou, the male protagonist, it's really miserable.

She glanced at the door that she had forgotten to close, sat on the edge of the bed and whispered, "Little uncle." ”

Shi Wenzhou just stood at the door and didn't speak, just looked at her with those deep eyes.

Song Shinian was very uncomfortable.

The heart is getting weaker and weaker.

She coughed dryly, and was just about to speak, when she heard Shi Wenzhou say, "You seem to have changed." ”

Song Shinian: "!! A shocked look on his face.

Just said that you shouldn't meet the male protagonist alone.,It's been debunked now, right?

Why will the heroine on TV not be found if she cuts her short hair and dresses up as a man, and she will fall off the horse if she borrows the shell of the original owner?

Song Shinian looked down at the ground, and there were 10,000 wild horses galloping in his heart.

Shi Wenzhou sighed, walked in front of her in two steps, reached out and rubbed her head, "Sure enough, when the girl grows up, she won't kiss her little uncle." ”

The tone seems to be self-deprecating, but also as if it is depressed and sad.

Song Shinian listened very badly, and his head lowered.

Smack.

A drop of water fell, wetting her knee.

"Every year you ...... Crying? ”