deadly mantra

Chapter 475: Feng Benben, a master of spending money

Ji Fanyin turned around and urged:

"Feng Benben, come here."

Feng Xiaoyao picked up another wooden bucket containing clothes and walked into the corridor. The next second, a heavy downpour came down.

"Wow!" Feng Xiaoyao raised his head in astonishment and said angrily: "It's so close, it's just a little bit close. If the clothes get wet, they'll be washed in vain."

Ji Fanyin held something in her arms and walked forward without looking back:

"With me, there is no such word as 'almost'. Come on, follow me, we have a visitor coming soon."

Feng Xiaoyao quickly caught up:
"Hey!~"

The sky seemed to be cracked with countless openings, and the heavy rain formed a waterfall and poured down.

The trees in the courtyard were blown from side to side by the strong wind and were crumbling.

During the lightning and thunder, the scenery within 30 meters was blurred by the heavy rain, like smoke and fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

In the afternoon, the heavy rain showed no signs of letting up.

When Feng Xiaoyao walked into the hall holding an umbrella, everything from her shoulders down was wet from the rain.

"...It's no use holding an umbrella, I'm still getting wet..." Feng Xiaoyao muttered, slowly walked to the small room at the back, and after a while, she changed into clean clothes and came out: "This damn weather, don't be prepared. No amount of clothes is enough.”

The weather suddenly turned cold. Feng Xiaoyao thoughtfully laid a furry blanket on the rocking chair. Ji Fanyin lay on it. Hearing the sound, he turned around and asked:

"What set of clothes have you changed into today?"

Feng Xiaoyao counted on his fingers:

"...The seventh set? No, the ninth set? I forgot, what's wrong? Don't worry, I have plenty of clothes, enough to change."

Ji Fanyin shook his head:

"Hmm~ I'm thinking about whether to continue hiring you." Feng Xiaoyao was stunned, staring blankly into Ji Fanyin's eyes, her cheeks turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I don't dislike you. You change ninety sets of clothes a day. As long as you don't mind it, I have enough money to support nine hundred of you." Ji Fanyin spoke first, as if she knew what he was thinking.

Feng Xiaoyao let out a long sigh, moved a stool and sat next to her. After being quiet for a while, she still felt a little regretful in her heart and said hesitantly:
"I...I don't like rain, and I don't like the feeling of clothes being wet and sticky on my skin. If you...if you think I'm too spendy, then I...I'll be more careful in the future. I'm sorry. Spend a little.”

The people waiting for Ji Fanyin didn't come, and he was feeling bored. When he saw Feng Xiaoyao lowering his head, as if something heavy was pressing on his shoulders, he suddenly became interested and wanted to tease him.

"Feng is stupid." Ji Fanyin's cold little hand pressed on his shoulder with a slight force: "Do you know how much you have spent on me so far?"

Feng Xiaoyao shook his head:
"...I never thought about it..."

Ji Fanyin stretched out his hand and counted.

Feng Xiaoyao's eyes widened in surprise:
"Three thousand?!"

His deed of sale vaguely stated - a monthly salary of ten taels, and he could purchase clothes twice a month.

Yesterday, he had custom-made clothes, uh, another box just arrived.

At this moment, Feng Xiaoyao was completely embarrassed:

"...I'm sorry, I haven't changed my old habits, but, I will definitely change it in the future. I won't spend money randomly. I..."

Ji Fanyin interrupted his anxious words:
"It's 3 million taels."

Feng Xiaoyao blinked blankly, shrunk his neck and stepped back:

"Hey...hey...probably...probably not..."

With his butt still on the stool, he could hide wherever he could.

"Don't hide." Ji Fanyin grabbed his collar and pulled him closer. He smiled awkwardly and grabbed the armrest of the rocking chair with his hands, trying to escape in fear.

(End of this chapter)