Xu Yan transmigrated into a book, becoming a villainous, overly devoted cannon fodder supporting character in a novel about the educated youth going to the countryside.
Despite having money a...
Xu Yan roughly counted the money, then used the key to put it into the box by the wall.
"Old He said that the company did its year-end settlement and the net profit reached 500,000," Xie Zhuo said in a low voice, and then closed the door a little tighter.
"So many?" Xu Yan was somewhat surprised.
Seeing that she was no longer indifferent, Xie Zhuo took out the hair tie he had bought for her from his pocket and handed it to her, saying, "In just a few months, that company has produced three hit dramas. Especially during this period, Lao He said that the small company made several million, and we only got a small fraction of it."
Xu Yan wrapped the hair tie around her hand.
After a few seconds, she asked softly, "What do you plan to do?"
Xie Zhuo didn't expect that Xu Yan seemed to have already guessed his thoughts before he even said anything.
He didn't answer, but tilted his head and smiled at Xu Yan, "The money is all yours, so what are you planning to do with it?"
Xu Yan didn't reply immediately. She looked at Xie Zhuo for a few seconds, and after a while, she reached out and patted his face. "I plan to eat the food you made first."
Xie Zhuo laughed even after being patted on the shoulder, grabbed her hand, kissed her palm, and then went to cook.
Lunch was eaten quickly today, mainly because Xie Zhuo's planned afternoon chat with the two kids was taken up by Liu Mancang, so he had to move the chat time to after lunch.
After washing the dishes, Xu Yan wanted to hear what he had to say, but to her surprise, she was rejected.
Xu Yan was speechless.
Why won't you let me hear it?
"Be good, I'll talk to you later," Xie Zhuo patted her head, as if coaxing another child, "This is a conversation between us men."
Xu Yan: "..."
hehe.
She glanced at the two five-year-old "men" blinking their eyes, then at another man who, although already twenty-four, looked completely out of place with his age, and his usual coquettish mannerisms, before turning and going back to her room.
Who cares!