Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 83 Song Yao is crazy

When Tang Xinrou came in yawning, what she saw was the scene in front of her.

The girl obediently leaned on the table to read a book, and at her back table, two big boys leaned their heads on their heads, playing a red old-fashioned game console, the kind that a certain treasure offers dozens of dollars in mail.

And play with gusto.

The corners of her mouth twitched, passing by Song Yaoyao, she reached out and stroked her soft hair, "Morning baby."

"early."

Song Yaoya calmly stretched out his hands to fix his hair, with a waxy voice.

"What's the matter with them? The poor can only play cheap game consoles with dozens of dollars?" Tang Xinrou pointed to the back table curiously and asked.

Song Yaoyao: "..."

"Tsk—"

Shen Xun threw away the game console and sneered, "Do you look down on my big brother?"

Han Jun, who was watching by the side, immediately picked up the game console and opened the game with joy.

Not to mention, although the mini games in it are old, they are really interesting to play...

poisonous!

Song Yaoya bulged her cheeks and looked at her quietly, "The game console is mine."

It was from the old man Huo, rounded up, it was a gift from the elders!

"Uh..." Tang Xinrou touched her nose and changed her mouth in time, "Ah, my baby has good taste, unlike them who are **** rich, who have to buy the most expensive things! Despise them!"

Shen Xun threw her an idiot look.

Taking a breath, he glanced at Han Jun to remind him, "Play a round of 100 yuan, remember to transfer the money to me."

Han Jun shook his hand, and the villain on the screen was immediately beaten to death by the opponent.

"Brother Xun, just for the relationship between us, is one hundred yuan a bit too much?"

"Yes," Shen Xun nodded. Before Han Jun was too happy, he listened to Shen Xun slowly adding, "That would be two hundred."

Han Jun: "???"

Suddenly I felt that this game console was not fun at all, even a bit hot.

Tang Xinrou snorted and laughed. She stretched out her hands and rubbed her belly with a smile, "Ah, so hungry...Let's go to the cafeteria for dinner afterwards?"

Song Yaoya glanced at her, silently took out a big bag of snacks from her schoolbag and stuffed it into Tang Xinrou's arms.

Tang Xinrou: "..."

Shen Xun: "..."

Han Jun held the game console and was shocked: "Classmate, is your schoolbag a treasure chest?"

Whatever!

He thought for a while and asked, "I want to drink Coke, do you?"

In fact, he just asked casually with a sense of ridicule.

Then I saw Song Yaoya's little hand reaching into his schoolbag, digging and digging, touching for two seconds, really found a can of Coke from it and handed it to Han Jun.

Then stretched out his white tender little hand.

Meaning: Give money.

Han Jun was silent when she met her squirming eyes.

Finally, Song Yaoya successfully sold a can of Coke for a sky-high price of 100 yuan, turned around contentedly, and began to learn.

Shen Xun smirked as he lay on the table, adding another touch to Song Yao's image in his heart.

Little money fan——

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Their interaction here is seen in the eyes of interested people.

Xu Yue curled her mouth, typing crackling in her hand.

Xu Yue: [Is Song Yaoyao crazy? Doing business is done at school. 】

Song Jingwan was reading a book, and the phone in her pocket was shocked.

She quietly raised her eyes and glanced at the podium. The teacher was reading the newspaper and did not pay attention to the situation under the podium.

She pursed her lips and took out her phone.

Song Jingwan: [What's wrong? (/doubt)】

Xu Yue: [She sold a can of Coke for one hundred yuan, but she still didn't know where to take out a game console and what to play for one hundred yuan. The ghost knew whether Shen Xun had been caught by the evil spirits, so he willingly paid out. 】

(End of this chapter)