"It's too much, usually in the supermarket, a set of disposable underwear is up to 20 yuan, but in the hotel, it sells for 88 yuan, what a black heart!"

Song Qingchun stared at the thick stack of 65 yuan in her hand, and couldn't help but complain, and then she continued to look through the price list of the supermarket, and her mouth didn't stop at all: "No traitor is not a business, capitalists are bloodsuckers......"

Song Qingchun muttered, and somehow muttered to Su Zhinian's body: "And Su perverted, although I reached an agreement with him to take care of his food and clothing, but I didn't say that everything he eats will cost me money, right?" ”

"I've been in his house for almost two months, it costs money to buy vegetables every day, and it costs money to buy daily necessities, and the things used by Su Pervert are still the designated brands, and they are so expensive......"

Song Qingchun, who grew up in a wealthy environment, never developed the habit of keeping accounts, but at this moment he remembered it in his heart, so he took advantage of the situation to calculate the accounts, and then the whole person was stunned: "I'll go, 80% of my salary is spent on Su's perverted food, clothing, housing and transportation?" ”

"I said, how did I have such a bad time lately? You say, half of my salary used to buy clothes, bags and shoes for myself, and half of my cosmetics, but now the money that was originally going to be spent on myself was spent on Su Pervert, can it be smooth? ”

"He is a big boss, so rich, so high-net, he even spent my hard money, it's just too inhumane, I'm just like a little maid, I do my best every day, do cows and horses, but he doesn't even give me a hundred yuan!"

Song Qingchun thought of this, sobbed a little pretendedly, and then sighed: "Forget it, I can't afford disposable underwear, I can buy a pack of pads, it's a big deal to wear underwear backwards, pad pads, and talk about it tomorrow......"

Song Qingchun put on his coat, opened the bedroom door, and walked out.

When she passed in front of Su Zhinian, the man with his eyes closed suddenly raised his eyelids and asked, "Where are you going?" ”

Song Qingchun stopped: "I'll go to the supermarket downstairs to buy something." ”

"Just help me with something." Su Zhinian said, stood up, walked in front of Song Qingchun, then took out the wallet from his pocket, took out a hundred and handed it to Song Qingchun.

"Mr. Su, what do you want to buy?" Song Qingchun asked, stretched out his hand to receive the money, and accidentally touched Su Zhinian's fingertips with his fingertips, and then the man saw the wishful thinking she was making in her heart: Great, he asked me to carry something, so the rest of the money, maybe I can make up enough 88 yuan, and then buy a set of disposable underwear!

"Buy an evening newspaper." Su Zhinian replied in a light tone, his fingertips were still touching her fingertips, and as soon as the words fell, he read the thoughts in her heart again: Should he let her buy very expensive things, right? What if I don't have enough 88 yuan? Really, the wallet is so thick, but he only gives him a piece of money, it's too stingy, why don't you know how to give more? Bad review!

As soon as Song Qingchun's innermost thoughts settled, he heard the words "evening newspaper" in his ears.

That's great! The evening newspaper only needs one dollar, which means that she still has 99 yuan, and after buying disposable underwear, she can also buy another box of Häagen-Dazs! But he's such a stingy person, shouldn't he have to go back all his change?