Fu Qinghan lowered his eyes and glanced at her.

The little girl was tender, blinking her apricot eyes, and there was a good smell of milk on her body.

Speaking of which, he still hasn't given her her phone number......

Mianmian added to Fu Qinghan's WeChat, and went upstairs happily.

She was lying on the bed and flipping through her mobile phone, Mr. Fu's avatar was a starry sky, his WeChat name was his own name, and the circle of friends was clean and there was nothing.

Mianmian was a little disappointed.

She suddenly had an idea and posted the first news in the circle of friends:

"The night rain pillow is light and cold, and I think of the old people."

The accompanying picture is a picture of boating on a rainy night that she has drawn in the past few days.

She held her mobile phone and waited for half an hour without seeing Mr. Fu praise her.

But Xue Xiaozhao commented that she was not thinking. It's spring.

"Didn't Mr. Fu see it...... Or is his net not good......"

The girl tinkered with her phone, repeatedly confirming that her circle of friends did not set restrictions on him.

She exhaled softly, poked into his dialogue interface, and generously transferred 50,000 yuan to him.

She didn't type very well, and said according to the voice:

"Thank you Mr. Fu for your continued care, I can't repay it, and I am willing to support Mr. Fu with a huge amount of 50,000 yuan...... If it's not enough, there are still 50,000 yuan......"

She is very sincere and open-minded.

Time passed little by little, but the other party did not react.

Mianmian wondered if she was too Meng. Lang, so he melancholy turned off the dialogue interface.

Her WeChat is deserted, and she only has a good friend of Xue Xiaozhao.

However, Xue Xiaozhao pulled her into the class group, and now the group is chatting enthusiastically.

Mianmian also wanted to be friends with them, so she tentatively posted an expression in the group.

There was a quiet moment in the group.

The squad leader quickly popped up: "Jiang Mianmian, we have all read the posts on the forum, I misunderstood you before, I am very sorry." ”

"We were all blinded by your sister and really thought you were ...... So what. ”

"Jiang Mianmian, let's learn together in the future!"

“……”

The classmates were very kind.

Mianmian was moved to bite the small handkerchief, and as soon as she was excited, she sent a big red envelope according to the class size.

A group of red envelopes of 200 yuan per person......

A whole 10,000 pieces!

"it!"

"It's as if I've met a girl who scatters wealth!"

"Jiang Mianmian, are you still missing a pendant on your thigh?!"

"Wow, the goddess of Mianmian will send another one!"

Mianmian smiled, "Okay." ”

……

Downstairs living room.

Fu Qinghan finished reading the news and picked up his mobile phone.

Transfer ...... of 50,000 yuan

Where did his little maid get the money?

Danfeng's eyes were a little cold, and the man nodded expressionlessly.

The little girl's voice was soft, and she timidly said that she would take care of him......

He went upstairs, and the little girl's bedroom door was open, and she was rolling in joy.

He coughed.

Mianmian came back to his senses, "Mr. Fu......"

"You're going to keep me?"

Mianmian's face was flushed, and she shyly lowered her eyelashes and nodded slightly.

In his previous life, Mr. Fu raised her for three days and treated her like a jewel.

The grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by the spring, and she is willing to raise Mr. Fu for a lifetime!

Fu Qinghan said lightly: "That word is not a compliment, and it is not allowed to be mentioned to any man in the future." ”

"Okay......"

Mian Mian is well-behaved.

She doesn't mention it to other men, because it is enough for her to support Mr. Fu in her life!

Fu Qinghan asked again: "Where did you get the money?" ”

"Hmm......"

Mianmian was speechless.

The man's eyes were very poisonous, and he saw the group message on her mobile phone at the door of the bedroom.

He stepped forward to pick up her phone.

flipped it over, and this girl was like a virgin who scattered wealth, and sent 30,000 red envelopes in the group.

Mianmian plucked up the courage to tug at the corner of his sleeve, "Mr. Fu, are you angry?" ”

Fu Qinghan's face was expressionless.

"Mr. Fu, are you angry that I took the money to support you and spent it on others? Don't worry, I'll paint and work hard in the future to buy you lots and lots of good things! ”

The little girl opened her clear and bright apricot eyes, and her eyebrows were as clean as glass.

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