Ancestral God's goblin, she's cute and crazy

Chapter 41

After a meal, both of them were thinking carefully.

Wen Ci thought, since she could ask him directly about taking her mobile phone, why didn't she ask about the chat records she saw?
And Jiang Nian felt that he couldn't ask directly about this matter, but had to see what little tricks he could play.

After the meal, Wen Ci looked at her, "I'll take you back."

Jiang Nian directly refused, "No, I will take a taxi myself."

He twitched his brows slightly, approached her suddenly, and suddenly raised her chin, "Little ancestor, if you let me experience being a boyfriend for another day, and then turn my face and deny him, then don't blame me..."

Jiang Nianjiao laughed, raised his hand and took it away, looking at him with coquettish eyes.

"It was you who disappeared for more than a month, not me."

After she finished speaking, she walked away. Just as she walked to the door, she seemed to suddenly think of something, and turned to look at him again, "By the way, I don't want the mobile phone, but 100 million, my little brother, please transfer it to my account."

Wen Ci looked at her and laughed twice, but said nothing.

She was not afraid that he would not agree, so she walked away directly.

If you don't turn it around, then you can only kill off your children and grandchildren if you catch it, as she said that night!

……

Shu Xiaoxue was inexplicably called away by a man, saying that the place where she was staying just now, the waiter found 10,000+ cash in it, and told her not to be careless, and follow him to withdraw the money.

In the end, it was said that the wrong person was admitted.

She was baffled.

When I came back, I saw my niece Yang Sinuo, the oil bottle, still standing there waiting for her.

There were still tears in Yang Sinuo's eyes, and when he saw his aunt came back, there was a certain kind of light that was dodging, fearful, and vigilant.

She looked upset for a while, pushed her hard, and said angrily: "Hurry up!"

Pushed by her, Yang Sinuo staggered, but he didn't dare to say anything. He tightly held the phone in his pocket and walked in front.

When returning home, Shu Xiaoxue answered the phone.

"What?! That idiot didn't pay for it?" Shu Xiaoxue glanced at Yang Sinuo.

He said to the phone in a cold voice, "Then who will raise this little bastard?! Do you count on me?!"

"Sister Xue, your sister is also helpless, she really has no money."

"Tell her, if you don't take the money, this little bastard in her family can be raised by whomever she loves!" After Shu Xiaoxue finished speaking, she hung up the phone with a snap.

Yang Sinuo stood at the door, not daring to go in or go out, she didn't move at all, breathing hard, for fear that her aunt would beat and scold her again.

She was getting angry, and when she saw Yang Sinuo, she became even more angry, pointing at her and yelling, "You're standing at the door and acting like a door god! Get out of here and cook the food for me!"

Yang Sinuo didn't dare to delay, and immediately walked into the kitchen. At such a young age, she made dry rice and a tomato scrambled egg.

When the meal was brought to the table, she stood there, and she dared not eat unless Shu Xiaoxue asked her to eat.

Long-term malnutrition, she was a little too thin, like dry wood.

Shu Xiaoxue felt that she was an eyesore when stuck here.

She got up and went to the kitchen. When she came out, there was an extra steamed bun in her hand. She threw it to Yang Sinuo, "Take it, go out and eat. Don't blame your aunt for being cruel, it's your mother who won't give you money."

Yang Sinuo didn't make a sound, and quickly bent down to pick up the steamed buns and went out.

This bun has been around for a long time.It was hard, sour, and rotten, but she ate it in big mouthfuls.

Outside, when my aunt was beating and scolding, she could still cry, and sometimes passers-by would help her, but if the passers-by didn't help, then she would be greeted with more severe beatings and scolding.

At home, she was beaten and scolded silently, without making a sound. She was too young to refute or struggle.

(End of this chapter)