When the siblings returned home, it was almost 5:30 in the afternoon. Song Xun had not eaten all day and was already hungry. As soon as he entered the house, he opened the refrigerator to get ingredients for cooking.

The refrigerator is full of uneaten ingredients that I brought back from Tan Xize's house last time.

Song Xun took out a piece of frozen ribs and asked Song Mi, who was at the water dispenser not far away: "Don't tell me, those ingredients were all given to you by that man?"

Song Mi, who had a thirsty mouth, drank a large amount of water before replying: "What's the matter? Could it be that you just stopped eating?"

——Crack.

The piece of ribs was thrown back into the refrigerator by Song Xun indifferently. The young man's eyebrows were filled with disdain and he snorted coldly: "Even if I starve to death today, I won't eat it. It's not rare."

An hour later.

There was a pile of chewed pork ribs in front of Song Xun's bowl. He wiped his mouth with paper and said reluctantly: "It's not bad, it's almost ruined."

Song Mi: "..."

After the meal, grandma wanted to clear away the dishes, but Song Mi quickly stopped her with her hands: "I'll just put them away. Grandma, you go sit on the sofa and have a rest."

Grandma said happily: "It's okay, it's okay."

Finally, grandma was driven to the sofa to rest.

The dishes and chopsticks were cleaned by the brother and sister.

Usually at home, the housework is done by mother and Song Mi, and the younger brother is like a second-generation ancestor who has given up his hands, and it is difficult to touch the spring water with his fingers.

Today, Song Xun is very unusual. He helps clean up and even washes the dishes.

Song Mi stood aside and watched Song Xun wash the dishes slowly and awkwardly. She touched her chin and said thoughtfully: "Song Xun, something is wrong with you today. Why are you so active in doing housework?"

"Just to please you." He smiled.

Song Mi was confused: "Why please me?"

The young man lowered his head to wash the dishes. The black hair hanging down his forehead covered some of his sharp eyes. He turned to look at her suddenly and said in a clear voice: "I want you to cancel that bullshit contract."

"..."

Why are you still thinking about this?

No need to discuss.

Song Mi said nothing, waved his hand, turned around and left the kitchen.

After going out, he ran into his father who had just returned home. Song Mi hurriedly said: "Dad, the food I left for you is still hot. Go and eat it."

Song Tianming nodded: "Oh, okay."

As they passed each other, Song Tianming stopped her and said, "Mi Mi, dad wants to talk to you."

We didn't talk about it yesterday.

"Dad, you should eat first." Song Mi turned around and said, "We will talk after dinner. I am also prepared to have a good talk with you."

"..."

Song Mi returned to the room and took out an old wallet from the small cabinet, which contained all her documents and bank cards.

She took out one of her commonly used bank cards.

The 19-digit card number was sent to Tan Xize via text message.

After sending the text message, Song Mi put the card back into her wallet and simply tidied the room.

It was just when my father was about to finish eating that he opened the door and went out.

The time was just right. When Song Mi went out, Song Tianming had just sat down on the sofa and was about to take out a cigarette to smoke.

For smokers, a cigarette after a meal is better than a living god.

Song Tianming took out his lighter, raised his head and glanced at Song Mi: "Come on, Mi Mi, sit over here."

Song Mi sat next to her father.

There are not many opportunities for father and daughter to sit down and talk like this, so Song Mi felt that she wanted to talk about the important point, so she spoke first: "Dad, I'll talk first."

Song Tianming nodded in agreement.

"Dad, I won't blame you for being deceived this time, but I will be in charge of the family's financial affairs from now on. After all, I am also the one who earns the most in the family. Do you agree with this?"

"..."

Song Tianming had no right to disagree. He nodded hurriedly and said he agreed.

Song Mi continued: "In the future, when you make any decision about money, you will ask me first, okay?"

Song Tianming nodded again.

Song Mi was very satisfied with his father's reaction, "Then I have nothing to do, just tell me."

In fact, this is what Song Tianming wanted to say. He felt that his daughter now had the ability to take charge of her own affairs, and he could no longer be so ignorant and implicate the entire family.

"Dad will pay attention to it in the future, and the rest is nothing."

"Okay, then I'll go back to the room first."

"Go ahead."

-

Half past ten in the evening.

Song Xun's room also heard intense game sounds, mouse clicks and keyboard crackling sounds.

Song Mi got a headache from the noise, got up from the floor, opened the door and went out, arriving at the door of his younger brother's room.

She rubbed her temples, grabbed the door handle and pushed the door in.

Song Xun didn't even raise his eyes, wearing headphones and focusing on the screen.

Song Mi walked over and took off Song Xun's headphones, "Can you sleep now?"

Song Xun then raised his eyes, glanced at her lightly, then grabbed the headphones and put them on again, his tone was cold.

"Don't worry about it."

Song Mi looked at the screen. The screen showed the League of Legends, where a fierce team battle was taking place. His younger brother's positioning was coquettish, his skills were superb, and he was still full of blood after winning a steady team battle.

But this ID is too sexy, right?

The wind blows through your pants and makes your butt feel cold?

She frowned and said, "Your name is so disgusting. I'm not allowed to hit you after this one."

After saying that, he left the room directly.

When she went out and closed the door, Song Xun glanced at the game ID and sneered disdainfully: "Only a fool would choose such a name."

"..."

"It's not my number."

After Song Mi returned to the room, he sat cross-legged on the floor and picked up the cell phone beside his pillow.

I want to see if there are any text messages debiting 300,000 yuan.

The mobile phone interface is empty.

He didn't send her any money.

Song Mi felt an indescribable disappointment at the table. He didn't look like the kind of person who kept his word.

Why didn't you send her any money?

Did he regret it?

Do you think it’s unwise to spend 300,000 a month to buy her thing?

Or are you just teasing her?

After all, if he really regrets it, she can't do anything to him.

The more Song Mi thought about it, the more upset he became. He anxiously scratched his hair into a mess and let out a long, heavy sigh in the dark.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhinging!

Just then.

The sudden ringtone of a phone call broke the silence.

Damn it.

It’s so scary!

Afraid of disturbing her grandma while she was resting, Song Mi quickly covered the sound hole of her phone and waited until the ringtone was no longer clear before taking a closer look at the screen.

Three words: awesome.

——Talk about Caesar.

Talk about the president?

Why call her at this time?
To be continued...