Chapter 142: The Poor Ghost Can't Afford to Hurt!

After staring at Song Xuxu for a few seconds, Tang Mohan asked, "Now can you say why you are in such a hurry to add me to WeChat and send red envelopes?" ”

Song Xuxu scratched his head and replied on WeChat: "Will you be blocked if you tell the truth?" ”

Tang Mohan hooked the corners of his lips with a smile, and subconsciously followed the WeChat: "You should know the truth of confession and leniency." ”

Song Xuxu glanced up at the person, excused himself casually, and replied: "That...... I bragged to my cousin, I said I knew you, and I could add your WeChat, but she didn't believe it, and then we made a bet that if I added your WeChat within five minutes and asked you to receive the red envelope I sent, she would give me 20,000 yuan. ”

The dog next to him: Hehe, the woman is really a natural master of lying, look at the way its owner doesn't blink his eyes, it just admires.

After reading the explanation sent by the little girl, Tang Mohan was inexplicably complicated in his heart, no wonder he looked very anxious just now, it turned out that it was not an illusion, it turned out that he was just betting to complete the task.

He is worth more than 100 million yuan, but in the eyes of a little girl, he is only worth 20,000 yuan...... Oh no, it's 88.88.

Song Xuxu saw Tang Mohan staring at the phone without speaking, and did not reply to her WeChat, after thinking about it, she sent another message: "Are you angry?" ”

The other party still did not respond.

Song Xuxu thought that the task had been completed anyway, so he continued to send a message: "Or ...... You deleted my WeChat, didn't you, when this didn't happen today? ”

Anyway, she didn't want to increase the WeChat of the guy, not to mention that she suddenly remembered that the original owner had posted a lot of news in the circle of friends that could leak the vest, if Tang Mohan saw it, she would definitely be a pill!

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, Song Xuxu took a step to the side and clicked to the homepage of his circle of friends.

There are a lot of selfies of all kinds of nine-square grids, I drop my mother, and I don't know if Tang Mohan just clicked on her circle of friends to watch.

At this time, it must be too late to delete the photos, so Song Xuxu simply set Tang Mohan to be unable to view the circle of friends.

Tang Mohan finished reading the two WeChat messages sent by Song Xuxu one after another, and before he could respond, he saw the little girl take a step back, and that move looked like she was scared?

Afraid of what? Afraid that he really deleted her WeChat?

Tang Mohan, who obviously misunderstood, couldn't help but shake his head with a smile, and then typed on his mobile phone: "If I share half of the bet money, WeChat will not be deleted, how about it?" ”

After Song Xuxu watched it, the whole person was petrified!

The gambling contract is just a prevaricating excuse, under normal logic, shouldn't the big guy delete her WeChat directly when she said to delete WeChat, and said that he was very ashamed of this behavior?

Now the big guy not only didn't express his anger, but he also looked like he was happy to share 20,000 yuan with her...... Song Xuxu felt a little pain in his heart.

10,000 yuan plus WeChat, today's task is really a loss.

She has in her pocket the one million that she received from the last task, oh no, she squandered some during this time, and only 990,000 is left, and she will have another million to terminate the contract tomorrow......

Thinking of this, she felt that not only did her heart hurt a little, but she also said that it was difficult to breathe.

So, Song Xuxu replied directly on WeChat: "...... Why don't you delete me? "The poor ghost really can't afford to be hurt!

Tang Mohan: ".................."