After returning home, Lin Xuelan and Zhuang Tianqing went into the kitchen and were busy making a sumptuous dinner. Zhuang Buzhou sat in front of the TV and watched a cartoon called Dragon Ball. [ ]
But Zhuang Mengdie found all his savings over the years in his room. Those savings were the pocket money given by his parents, as well as the New Year's money given by his elders during the holidays. Zhuang Mengdie counted them
Count, it's only seven hundred yuan.
"Seven hundred yuan shouldn't be enough." Zhuang Mengdie muttered softly, then she saw Zhuang Buzhou, rolled her eyes, walked out, stood next to Zhuang Buzhou and said: "Little brother, little brother..."
"Ah...sister, did you call me?" When Zhuang Buzhou was talking, his two beady eyes were staring at the TV screen without turning around. Zhuang Mengdie said in a dumbfounded voice: "Nonsense, except for you,
Who else can be my younger brother?" He reached out his hand to block Zhuang Buzhou's sight. Zhuang Buzhou then turned around and said, "Oh, sister, is something okay?"
"How much money is there in your piggy bank?"
Zhuang Buzhou tilted his head and thought about it, still holding his little fingers. After a while, he said: "It should be three hundred yuan."
"Then you lend it to sister first..."
"Sister, I remember that the money in your jar is more than mine, why are you lending me money...what..." Zhuang Buzhou said in surprise, Zhuang Mengdie quickly covered his mouth and said
: "Keep your voice down. You can lend it to me first, and I'll return it to you next week. How about it?"
Zhuang Buzhou looked at his sister and pouted, "I'll lend it to you and my jar will be empty."
"I will return it to you next week. I need it urgently." Zhuang Mengdie looked at the expression on his younger brother's face and gritted his teeth and said, "Zhuang Buzhou, if you don't borrow it, I won't take you out to play in the future. I will return it to you."
Yes, and I won’t let you watch Dragon Ball…”
Zhuang Buzhou, who was threatened, blinked and said pitifully: "Sister, you have to return it to me next week."
"Hey, little brat, when did you stop talking about what you say? Come on, come on, come on..."
"Pull the hook!" Zhuang Buzhou stretched out his hand and said stubbornly. Zhuang Mengdie quickly grabbed his younger brother's hand and said, "You also like to play with things that little girls play with?"
"Many girls have said that they want to be with me and have sex with me, but I haven't agreed!" Zhuang Buzhou felt even more aggrieved. Zhuang Mengdie said again: "You little brat, you are still narcissistic!"
But in her heart, she said: "It's been a long time since I saw my little brother looking so cute. This feels so good!"
Zhuang Buzhou emptied the jar, gave the money to his sister, and kept telling her to remember to pay it back. Zhuang Mengdie warned his younger brother not to tell his parents, until he saw Zhuang Buzhou nod three times,
Carrying a thousand dollars in his pocket, he walked to the living room and said to the kitchen: "Dad, Mom, I'll go to Wan'er's house to get an information book. I promised that I'll be back soon!"
"It's almost time to eat..."
"I will definitely be back before dinner, mom."
"Be careful..."
With that said, Zhuang Mengdie rushed out of the door. Like a gust of wind, Zhuang Buzhou saw his sister's figure disappearing all of a sudden. He stayed on the spot and murmured: "Sun Wukong?"