Night falls.
Yang Fan returned home, took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and finally got rid of the sour smell on his body.
After walking out of the bathroom, he saw Yaoyao and Yuanyuan playing in the living room. Each of them was holding a little alpaca in their arms, with smiling expressions on their faces. Yang Fan also smiled.
Li Xiuqin was busy in the kitchen, and the sound of washing dishes could be clearly heard in the living room.
Su Wan and Liu Qingru were both sitting on the sofa, fiddling with the laptops they had just bought. From time to time, they would whisper to each other or chuckle, looking quite harmonious.
In the blink of an eye, Yaoyao and Yuanyuan ran upstairs to play, so Yang Fan walked over directly, sat down between Liu Qingru and Su Wan, and looked around curiously.
Huh?
Is this stock speculation?
Unexpectedly, Liu Qingru and Su Wan were both checking the stock market situation, and the software for stock trading, Flush, appeared on their computer screens!
"Husband, I used the 180 million yuan you earned last time to invest in stocks, and I made a little profit." Liu Qingru suddenly said to Yang Fan with a smile.
"Huh? What one hundred and eighty million yuan?" Yang Fan was slightly stunned.
"It's the batch of antiques that you and Su Wan restored together last time. Su Wan gave you 180 million yuan, but I have already used it all to invest in stocks." Liu Qingru explained calmly.
"Uh...you used it all to invest in stocks? You won't leave me a penny?" Yang Fan asked with a strange look on his face.
"Husband, what are you going to do with so much money?" Liu Qingru asked instead of answering.
"Qingru, you have to leave some pocket money for me, right?" Yang Fan replied with a depressed look on his face.
"If you are short of money, just tell me directly. I'm not refusing to give it to you." Liu Qingru rolled her eyes at Yang Fan.
"Well, I'm short of money now. Can you give me some pocket money?" Yang Fan asked with a blink of his eyes.
"How much do you want?" Liu Qingru asked Yang Fan with a sidelong glance.
Upon hearing this, Yang Fan suddenly touched his chin, pondered for a moment, and finally said to Liu Qingru with a serious face: "Just give her two million... that's enough. How can a man go out without money in his pocket?"
"Two million?" Liu Qingru was slightly stunned, then shook her head decisively and said, "No! I can only give you two thousand yuan at most!"
"What? Two thousand yuan? So little?" Yang Fan was immediately shocked.
"Humph! You men become bad when you have money. There are many examples of this! I've thought about it and I'm worried that you might be having a mistress outside, so I've decided to take back the financial power of the family and not give you too much pocket money!"
“…”
When Yang Fan and Liu Qingru were talking, Su Wan was laughing secretly beside them. In fact, it was Su Wan who instigated Liu Qingru to do this.
Su Wan had very good reasons. She told Liu Qingru that Yang Fan was so outstanding that he would definitely attract countless bees and butterflies around him.
However, young women in today's society worship money. As long as Yang Fan's financial power is taken away, there is no need to worry about him fooling around outside.
When Liu Qingru heard this, she thought it made sense, so she withheld Yang Fan's dividend and lied that she had used the money to speculate in stocks.
Besides, Liu Qingru was still wondering whether she should confiscate Yang Fan's salary card as well. Would that be too strict? But if she wasn't strict, what if Yang Fan started to mess around outside?
…
Yang Fan was very depressed. He secretly checked his bank account. Fortunately, there was more than two million yuan in deposits, which made him secretly relieved.
This money was all the tips given to Yang Fan by his fans when he was doing fortune-telling live.
Originally, there should have been more than three million yuan in savings, but Yang Fan took Li Xiuqin shopping and gave her several red envelopes, spending almost one million yuan, so only two million yuan was left.
Um!
This money must never be known to Liu Qingru or Su Wan!
Otherwise, these two tigresses would definitely force him to hand it over, and by then, Yang Fan would be truly penniless!
"Oh, by the way, husband, I remember you made quite a bit of money when you started live streaming. It should be around a million, right?"
Just when Yang Fan was making his own calculations, Liu Qingru suddenly pulled his arm and asked a question that frightened him.
"Uh... where is the one million? It's at most tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. I didn't check it carefully, so I don't know how much money I made." A drop of cold sweat suddenly flowed down Yang Fan's forehead.
"Let me see your cell phone?" Liu Qingru suddenly stretched out a hand, as if wanting to touch Yang Fan's trouser pocket.
"Wait a minute, my stomach hurts a little, I want to go to the toilet... Let's wait and see?" Yang Fan was anxious and immediately used the "feces" escape technique.
"It's okay, I'll wait for you." Liu Qingru looked at Yang Fan with a smile.
Yang Fan: “…”
Next, Yang Fan hurried into the bathroom, locked the door, took out his cell phone, and looked worried.
what to do?
Liu Qingru is clearly trying to control the family's finances. If you don't hand over your salary, who knows what she will do!
Don't count on Su Wan. She is obviously on the same side as Liu Qingru. Asking her for help is tantamount to seeking death!
So, now there is only one person left who can help Yang Fan.
“Swish!”
Yang Fan opened WeChat and found a familiar avatar. Without saying a word, he transferred two million yuan to her.
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