The bottom of the bowl and the tabletop collided vigorously to make a sound.

The feeling that if you can, Yu Ting wants Lu Nanchen to get off the table and have dinner.

Lu Nanchen was a little confused when he sat on the chair.

She woke up in the morning and had such a strong hand.

After only sighing, Lu Nanchen disagreed and took the bowl like usual and started to use breakfast.

When Yu Ting saw Lu Nanchen not reacting, he felt like he was punching the cotton. He gave up and sat on the chair next to him with a bowl and had breakfast.

After Lu Nanchen picked up a fried egg for Lu Xiaobao, he also picked up one for Yu Ting.

Yu Ting's depression calmed down a little, and he thought about it more carefully.

He carried all the vegetables he bought yesterday afternoon.

He also peeled the shrimps he ate tonight.

He also swept the floor at home.

Xiaobao's clothes were also folded by him.

The more I thought about Yu Ting, the less angry he became. I can only say that this person was too stupid.

...

After breakfast, the three of them packed up and set off towards the supermarket. Lu Xiaobao picked up things, Yu Ting paid, and Lu Nanchen carried the things.

Seeing the card's money and the increasing amount of things at home, Lu Nanchen was confused.

...

at the same time.

In a villa in Jiangqi City.

The house has three floors and an underground garage. The interior is the most common European design. The large number of glass floor-to-ceiling windows cause a lot of light in the entire ambient. The water surface of the small swimming pool next to it is sparkling, and the scattering of light occurs.

A man sat on the sofa in the living room on the first floor. Junjun had a gold-rimmed glasses on his face, a gray nightgown, tied a strap around his waist, and put his hands on the backrest. He couldn't help sitting. The open chest was whiter under the sunlight.

There was also a man sitting on the sofa next to him. Compared to Song Ya's just woke up, he wore almost the same clothes from head to toe. He had white short sleeves and black trousers, and had extremely short hair.

If you look closely, the two people look two or three points like their father, and the other looks like their mother. They are sitting at both ends of the sofa.

"I have failed several times, why do you still ask me for money?" Song Ya said with sleepy eyes, her tone was evil, and she yawned a few times from time to time, "Do you think your brother's money is blown by the strong wind?"

"Yes." Song Zhan replied stubbornly

"Bad, go and learn Zuo Fugui and forget about your parents at home."

"I don't rely on my parents, it's shameful to rely on my parents." Song Zhan refused simply.

It made Song Ya laugh.

"It's better to rely on your parents than to start a company." Song Ya began to reveal his brother's shortcomings without reservation. "Two years ago, you said you wanted to start a breeding industry. The accumulation of small amounts is greater. I agreed. That year, the avian flu was caused, and I lost 100 million yuan."

"You said you wanted to sell electronic products the year before yesterday. That year, the new national policy to support state-owned enterprises, and I compensated 150 million yuan."

"Last year you said you wanted to play a big guy, go for real estate, buy land and build a house, but no one bought that place, so I lost 230 million."

"What else do you want to do this year? I, a capitalist, have been exploited by you all day long."

Song Yaren sat on the sofa, rubbed his eyes a few times from time to time to wake up the bitter water, and looked at his ambitions and was so worried.

480 million yuan was lost in three years.

Faced with Song Ya's questioning and the ironclad evidence before, Song Zhan was unable to refute it now.

"You believe me again, it will definitely work this year."

"You should rely on your parents."

"No, I want to start a business."
Chapter completed!