My system automatically adds money

You can search for "My System Automatically Add Money to Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Zhang Fan walked along the familiar route to the community where his home was located. The community was newly renovated, and there were piles of discarded building materials beside the gate.

Zhang Fan clearly remembered that his family moved from the old house to the new one just before the New Year. He was still happy for a long time.

Because I finally didn't have to climb the stairs in the dark, but I could take the elevator directly to the door of my house.

There is also a helpless complaint to the surrounding students."The elevator in the community broke down again in the morning, which made me walk down from the twelfth floor and almost arrived late."

In Guangming City in 2008, elevators were only available in high-end residential areas, and more ordinary people lived in staircase rooms.

The conditions in Zhang Fan's family are inadequate and more than adequate.

In addition, the developer is the parent of the mother’s student, so this house was purchased at the internal price.

For this reason, Lu Jing also deliberately mocked Zhang Youwei.

"You are also a deputy section chief. The house assigned by your unit has no place for you. In the end, you still rely on me. The elevator room built by my student's house is not much better than the staircase house assigned by your unit?"

Zhang Youwei often lit a cigarette and retorted in a low voice, "It's not that I didn't give money! What's the difference between buying a house with money?"

When Lu Jing saw her husband refused to admit defeat, she gave him a blank look and her voice became louder."Can it be the same? It's cheaper by tens of thousands."

The current average price of house prices in Guangming City is still hovering around 2000. The original takeaway price of Zhang Fan's house was around 3,500 yuan, and his home bought it for 3,000 yuan.

Later, the house decoration was done by Zhang Fan’s mother’s student’s parents, and Zhang Youwei couldn’t speak in front of Lu Jing.

Sometimes a person sits on the sofa and hums in a small voice: "Everyone says it's better to be an official. I think it's better to be a teacher."

I don't sing very well, and I don't rhyme.

After seeing Zhang Fan looking at him, he quickly coughed, cleared his throat and asked, "Is the homework done?"

As Zhang Fan walked to the water dispenser, he whispered, "I drink water."

Zhang Youwei stopped talking at this time and continued to watch the "News Network" which was being broadcast on TV.

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Zhang Fan stood quietly in front of his anti-theft door, stroked the spring festival couplets on both sides of the door frame with his fingers, and finally stayed on the inverted "Fu" in the center of the door. What he could hear in his ears was the unique soundtrack.

After taking a deep breath, Zhang Fan took out the key from his trouser pocket and opened his door.

Father Zhang Youwei sat on the sofa with his legs up, and an ashtray was placed on the coffee table in front of him.

Perhaps he heard the door opening and was looking towards the door at the moment.

Zhang Youwei saw the appearance of his son soaked all over, took another look at the red umbrella he was holding, frowned and asked, "Why do you still get it soaked with the umbrella?"

Zhang Fan looked at his father, who was still black, with a smile on his face, and explained in a low voice: "This umbrella was lent to me by an acquaintance on the way home."

Zhang Youwei looked at the smile on his son's face, glanced at the red umbrella in his hand, and then at Zhang Fan.

While sighing in my heart, my pigs are starting to want to pick up cabbage, and said to Zhang Fan in a serious tone: "Don't giggle, hurry up and take a hot bath in the bathroom. It's not good to catch a cold.

After speaking, he stood up and walked to Zhang Fan and stretched out his hand."Give me the umbrella, and I will help you put it on the balcony to dry it."

After seeing Zhang Fan's reluctance, he said: "Don't worry, it won't be broken."

This kind of reunion made all Zhang Fan's thoughts and movements slow.

The father in front of him is a real existence, not cold photos and fading memories.

Time slowed down once again in his perception, tick...a...tick...to walk as if frozen.

After handing the umbrella to his father, the tip of his finger touched the back of his hand and felt the warm touch from his skin.

From the moment it was frozen, it melted and started to return to normal.

Tick ​​tick forward.

Zhang Youwei looked at his son so cautiously, patted his head, and said angrily: "There is nothing you can't bear to bear, you never think about holding it to bed today!"

Zhang Fan glanced at his father, and vomited in his heart: "What do you think? I just wanted to take the opportunity to touch your hand."

The daughter is the lover of the father's previous life, and the son is the lover of the father's previous life.

It seems that no one can give an accurate answer to this question a long time later.

After handing the umbrella to his father, Zhang Fan returned to his room and quickly took off his clothes.

God knows how he spent this journey, the quality of the third middle school uniform is not very good, it is a bit uncomfortable to stick to the body.

"I knew I wouldn't pretend to be a literary youth. After thinking about it for a long time, I still have to go home day by day. It's better to go home early."

Zhang Fan lay in the bathtub, his body slowly sliding down the smooth bathtub wall, and finally all was submerged in the warm water.

But within a few seconds his head jumped out like a whale, and he pretended to choke water again.

Leaning on the wall of the bathtub, spitting at the cyan tiles, and shaking his head vigorously, the blueness that just appeared in his mind just now.Literature under the pen www.bxwx.co

The next second he became Zhu Weiyang, and finally Li Wanran.

"It seems I am really a pervert." Zhang Fan sighed weakly.

He never expected that he remembered this memory so clearly, in the end he could only attribute it to Zhang Fan, who is now 15 years old.

"I am now fifteen-year-old Zhang Fan. I shouldn't be depressed all day long, but rather energetic."

After re-rinsing his body, Zhang Fan also released the water in the bathtub.

If her mother Lu Jing knew that he took a bath in the bathtub, she would definitely clean up him, saying that he didn't know how to save.

After drying the wet hair with a hair dryer, Zhang Fan picked a white long-sleeved T-shirt and light gray slacks from the closet and put it on.

Looking at this beautiful young man in the mirror, Zhang Fan shook his head and straightened his hair with his fingers. He couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"I finally changed back to what I used to be and became a handsome boy who looks better than Panan."

When he turned and left, Zhang Fan had never felt as refreshed and energetic as he is now.

is not that right?

The number of the system has jumped to twenty-five thousand.

what is this?

He was actually wasting his time just now, but he was still able to make money with his eyes closed.

This is the dream of many people!

There is a good saying."time is money."

Zhang Fan once thought this was a chicken soup essay, but now he deeply believes it, he himself is an example.

Zhang Fan, who is already a household of ten thousand yuan, came to the living room and saw his father Zhang Youwei sitting on the sofa again watching "Focus Interview". He couldn't help asking: "Dad, don't you cook?"

Zhang Fan hasn't eaten since he was reborn, and now his stomach is grumbling in protest.

Zhang Youwei took a deep look at Zhang Fan."You've been in this bath long enough."

Zhang Fan smiled wryly."Soak in the bathtub for a while."

Zhang Youwei straightened his body immediately, and taught Zhang Fan in a serious tone: "I have told you many times to save water. Do you take what my mother and me say to your ears?"

Zhang Fan sniffed, and he smelled egg soup.

Turning around and looking at her mother Lu Jing who had just walked out of the kitchen and wiped her apron with her hand, she was about to speak.

I couldn't help laughing, and said softly: "Mom, the egg soup you make is still so fragrant."

Lu Jing looked into her son's eyes, and she had seen him like, not hate, in his eyes for a long time.

That was what she saw in the eyes of her son who was still in elementary school a long time ago.

Later, as Zhang Fan got older, he became rebellious towards his strict education. After the mother and son met, they rarely said anything.

Lu Jing knew that this was the so-called generation gap and estrangement, but as a teacher, she couldn't get rid of it.

She knows the truth, but she doesn't know how to do it.

And now, the deep ditch that lay between him and his son seemed to suddenly disappear, and it had never happened before.

Lu Jing wiped her hands on her apron again, and smiled and said to Zhang Fan: "Go and wash your hands and eat! Mom knows that she likes rice in soup, so she made egg tomato soup."

Zhang Youwei also stood up, ready to open a bottle of liquor.

Today he is in a good mood and wants to have a drink.

Zhang Fan's family of three had a simple and warm dinner.

This is a trivial meal among hundreds of thousands of families in Guangming City.

However, for Zhang Fan's family, it is indeed an extraordinary meal.

Zhang Fan has been eating with his parents after a long absence.

The heavy rain stopped, Jiang Lan listened to the quarrel in the living room, put on the headphones and started to do homework.

Bai Xue followed her mother on the sofa, glanced at the dining table already full of food, and then at the closed security door.

Guangming City is a city with a population of over one million. How many people can't ask for a warm dinner.

Zhang Fan didn't know all this, he returned to his room after eating, locked the door, and carefully studied his own system.

Looking at the "Withdraw" button on the translucent screen in front of him, Zhang Fan got up and drew the curtains, then entered the number "10000" and clicked.

A stack of hundred yuan bills appeared on his bed out of thin air.

Zhang Fan counted, it was exactly 10,000 yuan.