Chapter 215： What if my brother is too good (4)

Chapter 215 What if my brother is too good (4)

"Brother, do you still have anything to eat?"

"……and also."

Shiyou rubbed his belly: "Then let's eat quickly, I'm so hungry."

Chu Xingchen frowned: "Not enough to eat."

Don't say that even the soup and noodles are not enough for him, even if all these are eaten by Shiyou, Shiyou is also not full.

"let me see."

"I'll carry you up."

Chu Xingchen squatted down and put his arm through her armpit, Shiyou smelled the mint scent on him.

This is a taste she can't resist.

Chu Xingchen was not too strong, but he was barely able to hold her up. Shi You glanced at the cauldron, all the leftovers were cold, showing how unwelcome she and Chu Xingchen were in this house.

In the morning, the breeze was gentle, and the dense summer leaves were rustling, and the air was filled with the fragrance of food. It came from other homes, and Shiyou was even more hungry.

Her fair hands twisted the corners of her clothes, and for a long time, she carefully asked him, "What should I do? Brother, are you rich?"

The eyes are clear and pure, clean and free of impurities.

Chu Xingchen spit out a word subconsciously: "Yes."

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Chu Xingchen's room is very small, with a single bed in it, a cabinet and a desk by the door, so there is no extra space.

Maybe because of his cleanliness, the room was kept clean.

The weather is sunny today, the bright sun shines into the house through the window, and the room is full of the smell of the sun.

Chu Xingchen stared at the cartoon piggy bank on the bedside table for a while, and reluctantly took out the money in it.

He opened the back cover of the piggy bank, poured out the money, and rolled up dozens of dollars and a few scattered pieces.

Shiyou asked sincerely and in a cute tone: "Is this all our property?"

Forty-seven yuan and anise.

Chu Xingchen reminded her: "It's not us, it's me, this is my money, dog girl, what do you think."

"If you want to make money, pick up the trash yourself."

Shiyou asked again, "Why do you pick up trash?"

"You can only pick up garbage if you want to make money at your age."

"Oh."

"Why are you missing twenty dollars?"

Chu Xingchen counted back and forth, and his heart skipped a beat.

"...was it stolen?"

Chu Xingchen didn't know what to think.

"Wait for me in your room, I'll take you out to eat later, don't come out if I don't call you."

Chu Xingchen walked out of the room and looked at Zhao Goudan's room.

He knocked on the door.

Zhao Goudan's game was loud, as if he hadn't heard him knock on the door.

Chu Xingchen took two steps back and kicked when he lifted his foot.

The door of the old house was not strong, and Chu Xingchen opened it without kicking twice.

"Chu Xingchen, what are you doing! You are sick!!" Zhao Gou's indifferent voice sounded.

Chu Xingchen stood at the door and stretched out his hand with a cold face: "My money."

"What's your money, you're sick! Get me out!" Zhao Goudan sat in front of the computer desk, staring at Chu Xingchen, without the slightest panic.

He is stronger than Chu Xingchen, and it is not false for him to fight.

"Hand over."

"What are you kidding, where did you get the money?"

Zhao Gouda shouted at him: "Chu Xingchen, if you don't go out, I will sue my mother and ask my mother to drive you two oil bottles out?!"

Chu Xingchen finally held back, took a deep breath, and temporarily suppressed his anger, "Zhao Goudan, I warn you, if you dare to steal my money again, I will smash your computer!"

"And do you think that if you drive us out, Aunt Zhao will still be able to get the martyr's pension, but don't forget, your family relies on my dad's pension to support you."

His eyes were murderous.

Asking for a ticket, I haven't asked for a ticket for a long time

(end of this chapter)