Luo Song didn't owe her anything, so she couldn't treat Luo Song the same way as Ma Kaiping.
Just as he was about to speak, Song Yi spoke.
"Luo Song came to me with a check two days ago, but I rejected it."
Fang Zongtang looked at Song Yi sideways, and just as he was about to question him, he heard him say, "I asked him to donate the money in the name of Lao Xingtang."
The money can be donated, but can you talk to her about this?
She hates it most when others make decisions for her.
Before she lost her temper, Song Yi said, "When Ji Zong and I had no money to eat before, he didn't come to help us. Now that conditions are better, I don't need him to come and give me money in a hypocritical way."
Zhang Xingzu quickly helped to speak up: "That's right, we don't want his dirty money, he should get out of here as far as he can. If we see him again, I will beat him so hard that he won't dare to show his face in front of us!"
She put away her expression and responded coldly.
Zhang Xingzu and Chen Zhen sensed something was wrong, so they ate hurriedly, confirmed with Fang Zongtang what they would be busy with tomorrow, and left one after the other.
The only ones left were Fang Zongtang, who was eating slowly, and Song Yi, who was counting the rice grains with his head down!
"I'm sorry, I acted on my own initiative." Song Yi said in a muffled voice.
She ate quietly, as if she hadn't heard anything. After she was full, she left with her bag.
Song Yi hurriedly followed.
After returning to the villa, I locked the room and counted the money.
She could have deposited the money in the bank today. She had never seen so much money before and wanted to experience the feeling of counting money until her hands cramped.
When she was a child, her great-grandfather told her many stories, one of which was about a man who, after becoming rich, slept on his money every day.
She was very envious at that time and swore to her great-grandfather that when she became rich in the future, she would let her great-grandfather sleep on money.
Although my great-grandfather said with disgust that his back hurt, he was smiling happily.
It is the same for her to achieve things for her great-grandfather that he could not achieve!
I'm going to deposit the money in the bank tomorrow. It's not safe to keep it at home.
Let her experience today the feeling of rolling in money!
Song Yi stood quietly outside the door.
The door is locked, he knows it without opening it.
If she wanted him in, she would have left the door open.
She is angry!
Very angry!
Song Yi sat behind the door all night long!
…
I am going to Hongyuan Education to study today, and my books have been neatly placed in my handbag.
When she got up, there was a stool behind the door. On the stool, besides the handbag, there was also a square box.
Inside was a fist-sized, split red pomegranate carved from agate.
The cracks are not natural cracks, but fake cracks that were deliberately made in order to carve out red pomegranate seeds.
At first glance, it looks like a really ripe pomegranate that has burst open.
Humph, you want to buy her off with just a piece of red agate? He can just dream on!
Take the handbag, lock the big pomegranate in the safe, and put the money at the door.
Song Yi was cooking in the kitchen. When he saw her come out, he immediately came out with a tray.
"Yangchun noodles, large wontons and scallion pancakes." Song Yi diligently arranged the three Laohai City delicacies.
She calmly picked up the chopsticks and ate without even looking at Song Yi.
Song Yi went to the kitchen and brought out a bowl of plain noodles, placed it opposite him, and sat down face to face with Fang Zongtang.
"The bodyguard reported that Hongli is beginning to be impatient with Jizong." After he said that, he quickly looked up and then quickly lowered his eyes.
The three old dishes of Lao Hai City. When she was a child, whenever she was hurt, her great-grandfather would make them for her.
After my great-grandfather's sense of taste deteriorated, he taught the craft to Song Yi.