My Back Table is Actually Gabriel

Hua Ye said speechlessly, "What are you doing?"

In the past ten days and a half months, there was no phone call, and now I suddenly meet in the small park in the middle of the night, no matter how you think about it, it is very strange.

Shihua just said: "I have something to ask you, anyway, hurry up and come to the park."

"..."

Hua Ye put away his phone, turned and walked into the park.

This park is an old-fashioned park that was built when the apartment was built. The equipment is obviously old, and even the light of the street lights looks dim. At nine o'clock in the evening, the evening wind is cold, and there are almost no pedestrians in the park.

Hua Ye walked into the park, and soon saw Shihua sitting lazily resting on a bench, with her right leg folded on top of her left, and instead of high heels, they were just a pair of sneakers, but they still had an elegant taste. Under street lights, the arc from knee to ankle looks particularly charming.

"Come here?" Shihua turned to look at Hua Ye, then looked at the night sky, his eyes were a little blurred, "Liuhua used to live with her grandparents, and I work here alone, so I understand that living alone will be difficult." How many difficulties you have encountered...but this is not a reason for you to give up on yourself."

Hua Ye's black question mark: "Abandon yourself?"

Who gave up on himself, and called out people in the middle of the night just to feed chicken soup.

After Shi Hua finished speaking, she took out an envelope and threw it to Hua Ye: "Here you are."

Hua Ye reached out to catch it, and when he opened it, he was speechless. There were [-] yen banknotes inside, and the thickness was about [-], which was a total of [-] yen.

"Give me money for what?"

"I'm not giving it to you, I'm lending you." Shihua stood up, stretched out her arms, and highlighted her perfect body curve. Liuhua is already sixteen years old, and it seems that she will never be able to understand her sister's distress. , "You will have to pay back the money in the future. In two days, I will go to other places for further study. Liuhua can't be taken care of by anyone, so I'll leave it to you."

"..."

Hua Ye already understood what Shihua meant.

There is no doubt that Shihua called Hua Ye out this time to prevent Hua Ye from going astray as "being taken care of by a rich woman, and then letting the rich woman have fun".

The appointment to meet at the park where there is no one there this evening, and the mention of taking care of Liuhua, is just to avoid Huaye's embarrassment. After all, many people of this age have never encountered a wall in society. They don't know that sometimes face is not important at all. He is extraordinarily strong, that's why he used this tactful way to support Hua Ye.

Hua Ye closed the envelope, shook his head and said:

"No, I have money."

"What money do you have?" Shihua frowned slightly, apparently treating Hua Ye as the kind of person who would suffer for his face.

Hua Ye didn't explain, just took out his phone, silently clicked on the notification message, and handed it to Shihua: "Touch yourself and see."

Shihua took the phone and stared at it. It was a bank's consumption and balance reminder message, followed by a long string of zeros.

"Eh?"

Shi Hua rarely opened his eyes wide, showing a shocked expression, then stretched out his fingers and counted: "One zero, two zeros, three zeros...eight zeros!"

"You actually have [-] million?!"

Shihua's hands trembled, and she almost dropped the phone. She was so poor that she sold herself to beg for support, but there were hundreds of millions of yen in the phone, so she couldn't accept it.

"No..." Shihua quickly regained his composure, and looked at Hua Ye in doubt, "You didn't edit the information to deceive me, did you? How do you have so much money?"

After working so hard for so long, I still find it unbelievable that my deposit is less than five million yen, and the result is less than a fraction of the Huaye bank card.

Hua Ye took out his wallet and took out a bank card: "You can take this bank card to the counter of the bank to inquire, the password is..."

"Wait!" Shihua stretched out her hand to stop, "Just tell me the password like this, is it really okay?"

"no problem."

Shi Hua crossed her arms and looked at Hua Ye delicately, "Aren't you afraid that I'll run away with your bank card?"

"Don't be afraid." To Hua Ye, money is really just a number. Even if a layer of seal is not broken, he has countless ways to get money, and he can't run away. He can find it wherever he goes. , "You can use Liuhua to pay off the debt."

"Hey, you kid is going too far." A stainless steel spoon appeared in Shihua's hand.After waving it in the air, he gradually believed that Hua Ye really had so much money.

That being the case, Shihua didn't worry that the word 'nurture' would irritate Hua Ye, and asked curiously, "Why did that Elma at noon say she wanted to take care of you?"

Hua Ye's face darkened slightly: "Have you ever watched "The Story of a Big Sister Who Wants to Raise a Boy High School Student"?"

"No." Shihua's eyes were blank, and her expression was a little cute, "But I can roughly understand the content from the name..."

"..."

Chapter 907

Monday.

on Monday.

It's a new week in a blink of an eye.

After waking up in the morning, Hua Ye opened the curtains and opened the window, and the cool morning breeze blew in, gently rolling a corner of the curtains.

The first time I opened the window and looked out, it was still in March when the grass was growing and warblers were flying. The cherry trees on the corner of the street were in full bloom. Now the cherry blossoms have faded and the leaves are all yellowed by autumn. The clear blue sky washed with clear water.

Hua Ye stood for a while, opened the door and walked to the living room.

"Master, breakfast is ready." Illya stood at the table and said calmly, "Master, should I have breakfast first, or me first?"

Hua Ye was speechless: "You are enough, stop imitating that messy maid and cultivate yourself."

"Forgive Ilya for not being able to agree. I saw a proverb on the Internet, 'Do what you do, love what you do'." Ilya bowed slightly, "I am now a maid, and I must practice the practice of a perfect maid."

"So why do you think this is the path of cultivation of a perfect maid?"