Help! The beautiful girl who lives in my house is crazy for free

Chapter 178



Chapter 178

Exclusive little maid - these five words seemed to have some kind of magic, and they flew into Xu Yao's heart and brought a piece of brightness.

The smile under his eyes was still there, and he glanced up at Luo Qingyue slightly, and found that when she laughed, it was like a pure white rose flower with buds waiting to be placed.

It's really pure, cute and beautiful.

"Master, please continue to enjoy the delicious dinner that I have prepared for you!" Luo Qingyue smiled, "We will close at ten o'clock."

"Good."

Seeing that Xu Yao picked up the spoon again and ate the omelet rice in small bites, Luo Qingyue suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

She glanced at the Moon Mountain Spring Water, and a sly smile appeared on her bright and moving face.

She definitely won't be poisoned, that's her future husband. o( ̄ヘ ̄o #)

As for why I am a little nervous, it is because of that water, saying that it is ordinary and feeling not ordinary, saying that it is not ordinary, and feeling very ordinary.

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At the same moment, the official garden Xu family.

After Zhao Mei came out of the bathroom, she went directly back to the bedroom, and she opened a drawer and took out a small red book from it.

The light in the bedroom is relatively bright, shining on the shell of the book, and you can see that it says "Xiaoyao's Growth Record Book".

Zhao Mei turned back from the first page, with a gentle smile on her face.

This is a record of Xu Yao's life from childhood to adulthood, including a photo with his family when he learned to walk for the first time.

When I went to kindergarten for the first time, I drew the first stick figure coloring drawing, because it was a parent-child interaction class, Zhao Mei was also in the classroom at that time, and the teacher asked parents to watch their children complete the first painting in their lives.

Zhao Mei saw Xu Yao's little hand pick up the pen, drew a vertical straight line, then added the sail, and drew the top of the boat, drawing here, Xu Yao also raised his head and smiled at her, and lowered his head to draw the hull, painted the texture of the sail, and finally colored the sailboat....

At this time, Xu Yao's body was still dirty by the brush, and he ran to Zhao Mei with a smile and said: Mom, look, this is what I painted, is it good?

Coming back to her senses, Zhao Mei continued to flip back and saw a photo of Xu Yao when she performed on stage for the first time, still holding a big red flower in her hand.

And the first pot of gold in his life, when he was five years old, he earned fifteen yuan selling popsicles in several alleys of the official garden, and a confident and happy smile on his handsome little face.

A moment later, Zhao Mei's hand turning the page stopped, she picked up a pen and wrote a date and wrote a few more words.

After putting the record book back in the drawer, Zhao Mei lay on the bed, thinking of the fifty thousand yuan that Xu Yao gave her, and planned it in her heart.

Take forty-eight thousand to save for Xu Yao, and use the remaining two thousand yuan.

Just according to what Xu Yao said, go buy a set of clothes, and then take the battery car that has been used for more than six years and is somewhat worn out to repair it.

Although Xu Yao asked her to change to a new one, she always felt reluctant.

That car has been used for so long, and the current battery car is quite expensive, I don't want to spend that money, I can drive it for a while longer.

"Wife, tell you something, our son gave me 10,000 yuan today, let me use it to buy clothes and a new chessboard table..."

Suddenly, Xu Fuqian pushed open the bedroom door and walked in, holding an apple in his hand, and handed it to Zhao Mei with a smile while talking.

Before Zhao Mei could reply, he took out a stack of cash from his trouser bag, and said cheerfully:

"I went to the bank to withdraw it after eating, didn't you always say, the money must be held in the hand to be solid, come, I will hand over five thousand yuan, you take it to buy cosmetics."

Looking at the five thousand yuan in cash in Xu Fuqian's hand, Zhao Mei couldn't help but smile: "Old Xu, you are really generous, but ah, I don't want you, our son gave it to you, you can keep it for yourself, he also gave it to me."

"How much did he give you?" Xu Fuqian slowly walked towards the window, ready to close the curtains.

"Five thousand yuan, not much, it seems that our son and you still have a better relationship, a little envious!" Zhao Mei couldn't help but snicker.

Xu Fuqian closed the curtains and said, "That smelly boy!! Unexpectedly engage in differential treatment, don't be sad wife, I'll give you this five thousand yuan, you take it to buy cosmetics.

Seeing this, Zhao Mei smiled and confessed, "No need, Xiao Yao actually gave me 50,000 yuan, but I am going to use it for him to save and use it for marrying his daughter-in-law in the future."

"Also, now the bride price is a problem, the son of Sister Liu's family next door, the girlfriend he talked about is Yangxi's, and he has been discussing marriage recently, do you know how much the bride price is?" Xu Fuqian made a fool of himself.

"How much?"

Zhao Mei raised her head slightly and asked curiously, although she knew that the son of Sister Liu's family was going to get married, she was not very clear about these.

"That girl seems to be from a county town in Yangxi, and the bride price money is 400,000 yuan."

"Oh, it looks like we're going to save some more money."

......

The two chatted a few words and got ready for bed.

Zhao Mei did not ask for Xu Fuqian to pay his salary every month.

After all, this husband and wife get along with each other, respect each other, and tolerate; Mutual understanding, trust, and communication and exchange are of paramount importance.

Both of them want to develop this family well, and they will save a sum of money together every month when they pay their salaries.


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