The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

"Okay, then go to the dormitory. Dad will pay the fee now, okay?" Wen Siqiang said, took the money out of his pocket and handed it to Teacher Zhu.

Mr. Zhu didn't bring the payment slip in his hand, so he directly found the teacher in the office on WeChat and helped him go to the property to open one.

After the opening, I took a picture and passed it to Wen Siqiang.

"After the list, ask Wen Yu to take it home." Teacher Zhu specifically confessed.

"Then Dad, as for living expenses, I haven't had living expenses for several weeks. I borrowed some money from my classmates, but it's not enough to save money." Wen Ling felt a little embarrassed at this point.

When Sun Hong heard this, she almost didn't jump up.

Is that human being?

The family lives in a duplex, and the daughter has to borrow the living expenses from her classmates?

This dad, I'm afraid it's a dog, right?

Wen Siqiang's face was also very ugly when Wen Ling said so.

He thought to himself that when the outsider left, he would have to teach this disobedient daughter a good lesson.

But for now, he still appeases Wen Ling, and then sends the outsiders away.

"Don't worry, it won't happen in the future. Your mother will prepare it for you every week."

Busy took another five hundred dollars from his bag.

"Come on, use these first." Wen Siqiang felt that five hundred yuan was enough for a high school student.

As a result, Wen Ling said lightly: "But, I have no living expenses for several weeks, and this money is not enough to repay."

Wen Siqiang didn't think it was a lot of money, after all, he wasn't that bad now.

Sometimes a pair of Wen Yu's shoes are in five digits, and Wen Hong's figure is always five digits.

So, five hundred dollars is really not much.

Wen Siqiang didn't think that Wen Ling spent too much, but just felt that she had given her money, so she would just answer honestly, and to say so directly was to refute her own face.

It's a pity that Wen Siqiang is not very easy to say in front of outsiders.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and took out another 5,000 yuan.

"Take this money, it will be cold soon. Buy yourself some clothes to wear. My mother and I are busy, and sometimes you may not be able to take care of it." Wen Siqiang kept his smile on his face, for fear that he would throw money at people in a fit of anger. .

As a result, the little ginseng was so mad that it didn't pay for her life. After staring at the money for a while, she whispered: "But Wen Yu said that clothes are precious, her windbreaker is more than 20,000, and the pair of shoes is more than 9,000. , this is not enough..."

After speaking, Wen Ling lowered her head and clasped her hand gently, as if she was a little nervous.

Wen Siqiang almost lost his temper.

233 was also shocked. After a long time, he whispered, "Otherwise, let's be gentle, don't make him mad."

"Don't worry, he can't die, he has so much money, how can he rest assured that he will die like this?" The voice of the little ginseng essence in his consciousness was careless.

If he spoke to Wen Siqiang in this tone, it is estimated that the other party would have died of anger eight hundred times.

Guo Yulian couldn't sit still anymore, she pulled Wen Siqiang's hand away, and screamed, "You are also worthy of comparison with Xiaoyu, and are you worthy of wearing such expensive clothes?"

This scream startled everyone.

Wen Ling sat there and shrank to Teacher Zhu's side. After a long time, she raised her head and asked timidly, "No, can't you, Dad, didn't you say she would be like a mother? ?"