Seeing that Zhang Wei really went downstairs to buy a bunch of steamed buns, I was very happy because I made money. I also gave it to Xia Yu and a few as a thank you gift.

A clear and unrestrained gift.

This is the first time Xia Yu has seen a rich second-generation rich man who gave a gift to a bunch of steamed buns. He smiled dryly and accepted Zhang Wei's kindness and returned to his suite to continue to struggle in the virtual world!

As for going to work... I will go to deal with the online store if I win.

Bang bang!! Bang bang bang!!

Someone disturbed him from fighting in another world. Xia Yu was so angry that he paused the game and went to open the door, and faced Zhao Haitang in front of the door with a stinky face.

After glanced at the suitcase dragged by Haitang's hand, Xia Yu already understood what the other party had come to the door. He wrapped his hands around his chest and said with a groaning, "Why, my junior brother, Wenhao, was kicked out by the landlord again?"

Haitang said: "I haven't paid my rent for three months. I just went back last night and saw my stuff thrown out by the landlord."

"This landlord is OK, and he will help you pack your things. Have you checked for anything lost?"

Haitang shook his head and said, "This is not. I saw it in the hotel last night."

"So you have lived there for three more months in vain. Come in first."

Xia Yu took a few steps back to give Haitang a way out, so that Haitang could drag her suitcase into the suite.

First, I went to the game room to stop the game, came out to pour a glass of water for Haitang, sat on the sofa and asked Haitang, "Didn't you serialize three books at the same time? Why isn't it enough for you to pay the rent?"

"Not enough, the subscription volume is too low. Even if I change ten thousand words per book every day, no one reads it."

Haitang sighed and said melancholy: "People nowadays are too utilitarian and are incompatible with great poets and writers like me. They can't understand my books."

"You are all trying to kill yourself. First find your own position. If you want to be a poet, why do you write about the Internet? These two fan groups are very different, okay."

Xia Yu usually likes to read online articles in addition to playing games. He told Haitang from the perspective of a reader and said education: "One side is poetry and the distance, and the other side is firewood, rice, oil and salt."

He also joined Haitang's reader fan group. But not to mention that there were only a few readers entering, and few readers who came in could stay for a day.

Haitang is a chatterbox and is fighting for the Dragon King every day in the penguin group. The key is that he talks about poetry and distant things in the group. If it weren't for a good personal relationship, Xia Yu would have wanted to quit the group.

Haitang said very seriously: "Although I write to make money, I can't give up my cultural literacy. How can I, a person who will win the Nobel Prize in Literature sooner or later, write those boring pretentious and slapping routines?"

[Someone: Life is not just about the games in front of you, but also about homework and online courses.]

"Wait until you'll go' and say such big talk sooner or later."

Xia Yu said helplessly. Although he knew Haitang would not listen, he still hoped that Haitang could listen a little.

I only get a few hundred yuan for full attendance every month, and the subscription money is infinitely close to zero. Even if I open three books at the same time, it will only start with a thousand yuan per month. It can be said that it is a professional failure.

If Haitang's parents hadn't given some money to Haitang every month, Xia Yu would have suspected Haitang would have starved to death.

He bit his wagout and threw it to Haitang one. Xia Yu chewed the wagout in his mouth and said to Haitang: "So, do you want to move into the love apartment too?"

"Well, I can only come to join you now. What kind of play is this?"

Haitang frowned and looked at the steamed bun in his hand and asked Xia Yu: "Senior Brother, when did you go bankrupt and want to eat steamed buns? I'm so poor that I still have ten yuan in food expenses a day."

Xia Yu was really choked by Haitang's words, and took a sip of water to swallow the stuck steamed buns.

Xia Yu now wants to throw Haitang in front of Zhang Wei, let Zhang Wei and Haitang have some facial features, so that Zhang Wei can realize that his living expenses can already compete with the poor Haitang.

[Zhang Wei: Who said I don’t look like a rich second generation? Look at my handstand!! Does it feel like a flower-like person?]

"I'm not bankrupt. This is a gift from my next door neighbor. Besides, how can you, as a great writer, despise Wobu. Mr. Lu Xun once said that seeing Devour tsxsw. However, Wobu is synonymous with a culture."

"Really? The sir has said this!"

Haitang was fooled to the point of being true to her. Under the power of her idol, Haitang chewed the steamed buns in her hand: "It smells so good! Is there any more? I still want to eat it."

Xia Yu handed over the two extra steamed buns. Seeing Haitang transforming into a groundhog and gnawing the steamed buns with his teeth floating, he felt a little familiar... especially like Zhang Wei.

【Haitang & Zhang Wei and his son: Ya! Yaya Yaya!】

Thinking of the strange man next door, rich and handsome, there was a burst of thunder rolling on Xia Yu's head.

I simply didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, and I received it with Haitang: "But I can't sit still if you want to move in. This is under the jurisdiction of Teacher Hu. If you move in, aren't you afraid of being thrown into Taekwondo Hall every day by Teacher Hu?"

Haitang shook his head and said, "I stopped there in the Taekwondo Hall. I decided to follow Mr. Zhou Shuren and abandon Taekwondo to follow the article!"

Xia Yu took a sip of water lightly, looked at Haitang calmly (_) and I quietly watched you pretend to be b.

Under the power of Xia Yu's big eyes, Xiaoyan Haitang gave in: "Okay, I didn't pay the tuition. I secretly put my mother to my Taekwondo tuition for the second half of the year as a private person."

"...You are so bold. I never dared to do this."

Thinking of his tough mother, Xia Yu couldn't help but shivered.

Since childhood, she has been busy with truck company affairs and has never taken care of her much. But her mother's majesty is still very serious. Instead, his younger brother was very well managed. He saw his younger brother's miserable situation since childhood, and he felt more than once in his heart that he had given birth to a step earlier.

However, it may be that Brother Xiong has reached menopause recently, so he has a lot of opinions on the fact that he is still single, so he intervenes in arranging him on a blind date.

He... had never thought of resisting. He was arranged by his strength and then continued to be single by his strength.

"Hehe, my mother loves me, so even if she knows, she won't do anything to me. At most, a few words of curse."

Haitang smiled and said, "This is the same as not doing homework during winter and summer vacations. After I took this money, I won't have to worry about living expenses in the next half year! I don't do homework during winter and summer vacations, and I'll get a short pain for a week and get a longer period of happiness! Happy!"

Gugugugu…………………

A embarrassed sound suddenly came from Haitang's stomach, which broke the aura of Haitang's high-spirited momentum at this time (not).

Xia Yu asked with a smile: "If you still want to eat steamed buns... you can spend four dollars downstairs."

Haitang asked with an awkward expression: "Can you lend me a... Isn't it? I'll lend me ten dollars? I'll return it to you in installments."

Xia Yu: "……………How come your borrowing has increased? Could it be that you want to buy a 10-dollar steamed bun for five days?"

Haitang said in surprise: "How do you know?!"
Chapter completed!