The Five-year-old Milk of the Xuanmen Group’s Favorite Boss

   Chapter 152 Sending you a word

   Until this moment, I suddenly woke up.

   laughed immediately.

"I'm just joking. I haven't seen Jinjin all the time, and I'm curious. Of course, Uncle Li also prepared some interesting things. There are also some nice accessories. The children wear cute clothes. And this card is the lucky money that should be given in the past few years, six thousand six hundred and sixty-six every year, a total of thirty-three thousand three hundred and thirty, and next year's one will be given in the new year."

   He stood up and hurriedly stuffed the things he had prepared to 'bribe' the little dumplings into Tang Jin's hands.

   New Year money?

   The little dumpling glanced curiously, put Kaka in his pocket, and then looked at Zhang Erche.

   "The Caibo Palace is black and green, the circle is not smooth, the business is frustrated, ten bets and nine loses—"

   The little dumpling raised his head seriously.

   "Uncle can't control it. In the end, he will lose both people and money."

   Grandma Nuo Nuo's final sound fell.

  The living room suddenly became quiet.

   Zhang Erche's face was even more ugly.

   "Who do you say loses both money and people? I gave you such a big red envelope. It's almost New Year's Eve. That's how you talk like a child?"

   "You still gamble?"

   Zhang Zhi suddenly grasped the point.

   This question made Meng Jiangwan also look at Zhang Erche.

   Gambling is not a good reputation, Zhang Erche has always kept it a secret from his family, especially his mother who has the best face.

   I just heard Tang Jin say that he would lose both money and manpower if he loses nine out of ten bets.

   Evil door!

   When he realized that he had widened his eyes, he glanced erratically at Meng Jiangwan's face: "I don't have it, how could I be? I was anxious when I heard this ominous remark!"

   "Don't tell lies today."

   Tang Jin is very calm.

   A five- or six-year-old dumpling looked more calm than a forty-five-year-old adult.

   Zhang Zhi watched this farce coldly.

   It's really unpleasant to meet you.

   I didn’t plan to stay any longer, I decided to leave after taking what should be my own.

  The little dumpling hugged the stuff in her arms and left the chaos behind her. She also wore a lamb hat on her head to cover her shiny little bald head, and was led out obediently.

   When she got to the door, Xiaomai suddenly remembered something.

   "By the way, I forgot the words to send you."

   Tang Jin's pitch-black cat pupils stared straight at him.

   As if he could see through what he was thinking at a glance.

   "Don't believe that evil will be rewarded, maybe you just haven't come."

  ***

   in the car.

   The three of them went to Zhang's house in less than half an hour.

   The little dumpling sat on his mother's body and watched Zhang Erche say that he had supplied her with the little toys that she had spent all these years.

   When she got tired of reading it, she looked at the safety lock and gold bracelet that Zhang Zhi placed in her palm, and then looked at the card that Zhang Erche sent over.

   "These things are worth half an hour—"

   Tang Wenhuo sat beside Zhang Zhi, leaned back in the chair, and stretched out his hand to take something from Xiao Nianjin's arms to look.

  How to say, let’s talk about making money, it’s a little bit less, and it’s really not very pleasant; let’s talk about loss, I know what they want to do, understand their minds, and they can get money in the past.

   The little dumpling may not have much concept of precious metals such as gold and silver, and his favorite is the credit card with more than 30,000 yuan.

   His big eyes narrowed.

   "Little money fan."

   Tang Wenhuo laughed softly.

   "This is trying to make money to support the family, how can you be called a financial fan!"

   The small pillar put cards and small bracelets into his pockets and emphasized it seriously.

What happened to   30,000?

  30,000 is also money!

   "These can give my brother a lot of pocket money! From now on, my brother will be allowed to increase the price, and it can be doubled."

   Good guy.

   Double the pocket money—

   There are a full forty!

   Very good, the treatment went up.

   Tang Wenhuo wanted to laugh.

   And the little milk dumplings are still trying to tell their fragile brother that you don't have to be so cheap all the time.

   "This pocket money - is there a second time?"

   Ben just smiled and let Tang Jin toss in his arms Zhang Zhi said.

This opening    tore apart the picture of the brothers and sisters imagining the future sharing of money.

   "And the last time too - gloves and scarves, some people who don't know how to respect the elderly have been showing off for a long time, I'm too lazy to talk about it."

   Tang Wenhuo: …

  This-this, Mom, listen to my sophistry!

  Guang drew a big cake for her mother, and finally made the little dumpling, whose mother didn't even see the crust, look at Zhang Zhi for two seconds, then raised her little hand and covered her little face.

   amused Zhang Zhi's serious face.

   I liked my mother the most since I was a child, and I did not know how many times I fought my mother with my father.

   is already twenty-six years old, a young man who is cunning like a fox in the shopping mall hangs his head down, with soft hair covering his forehead, a gentleman like a bright stream.

"Mother."

   Cowardly, there is no coquetry.

   Thoroughly amused.

   And the little dumpling covered his face with one hand, while holding his mobile phone seriously—

   After a while, Zhang Zhi's cell phone rang.

   She bowed her head.

  The little dumpling said seriously: "I give my mother twice as much pocket money as my brother."

  Little Milk today really fully demonstrates the truth that it is not too late to make amends.

  The cakes painted by Jinjin are all real cakes!

   completely amused Zhang Zhi.

   But the little girl thought about it and spoke again.

   "Mom, have you seen that aunt?"

   Zhang Zhi was stunned for a moment.

"You said your Aunt Wen? She passed away before you came back. I don't know her well. When I was not married to your father before I was 20 years old, I could see each other once a year during Chinese New Year. Do you see any problems today? ?"

   "Not dying of illness."

  Tang Jin shook his head, "It looks like life is bitter, trapped by a husband, a small nose and a small forehead, and children are implicated, is there a child in Aunt Wen's family?"

"How did you know?"

   Tang Wenhuo came up curiously from the side.

   Just looking at Fan Zhizhang's face, can you infer Aunt Wen's face?

   "What I saw today."

   Tang Jin's natural sentence made people feel cold behind their backs.

   "That aunt has been staring at Fan Zhizhang from behind."

   So for him, there is nothing to tell him.

   There is only one thing that makes Tang Jin remember.

   "And if you don't care about the children, the Lord will be lonely, and then you will become sullen. Your life has been abnormal since childhood. When you grow up, it is very likely to go astray, and it is very serious. Does your aunt's family care about your aunt?"

   The other palaces were blue and black. Only the Children's Palace still had a ray of white light, and it was about to be drowned by the blue and black. It was like seeing if I could meet a noble in my life, and finally give him a chance.

  ***

   "Do you really say that today?"

   It's not too late to get home.

  Tang Chuang held the coffee cup with the computer on his lap, took a sip of coffee, and frowned slightly.

   "No, it made our little cubs worry to death along the way."

   "In recent years, many old-fashioned families have some things that can't be put on the table."

   Tang Chuang lowered his eyes coldly.

   "If Fan Zhizhang really killed Zhang Wen, he wouldn't be much better for his biological son. After all, he is also a relative. I will find someone to check."

   There is always someone ruining his mood to put the dumplings to sleep.

   I went to the hospital for an examination today, gastritis, the infusion was over nine o'clock, the following was overhauled, and the baby who couldn't connect was refreshed.

   Go to sleep first, I have to go for a re-examination tomorrow

Love you guys

   Ann

   (end of this chapter)