Guo Yingtian took out a bank card from his pocket and handed it to Yang Haoran with both hands.
"This is my little thought, please accept it, Master."
Yang Haoran didn't answer, but asked with a smile: "How much money is there?"
Guo Yingtian said hurriedly: "I know that a master like you, Master, always regards money as dirt. If you don't want to accept it, wait until I go back and provide money to help Master rebuild Taoism."
Yang Haoran was speechless for a while, which one of your eyes could tell that I regard money as dirt? It doesn't matter whether I practice or not, the key is that it is easier to do things if I have money.
So under Guo Yingtian's surprised gaze, Yang Haoran took the bank card in his hand.
"Forget it, I'll just accept it reluctantly. It's better for me to repair the Taoist temple myself."
Ten minutes later, Yang Haoran left the hospital humming a ditty.
Then I couldn't wait to find a self-service bank and inserted my bank card.
"One, two, three, four, five-seven, 1.3 million! I'm another big dog owner."
With a sense of satisfaction, Yang Haoran left the bank with stern steps. Thinking that he had become a hated big dog, Yang Haoran felt a burst of heartache.
So much money, how to spend it!
When I returned to the rented hotel, I heard Liu Xiaocui humming a ditty in the room as soon as I entered the door. She seemed to be in a good mood.
Yang Haoran stepped into the room, just as Liu Xiaocui came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped on her head, wearing a translucent bathrobe, and her face was flushed.
"Ah! How dare you say you didn't do it on purpose? Did you just peek at me taking a shower?"
Yang Haoran looked at the sky and said angrily: "People with dirty minds see everything as dirty. Don't use your dirty thoughts to measure my innocent soul. This is a kind of blasphemy, do you understand?" Heshun Novel
"Bah! Don't think I don't know. When you were watching a movie at night, I didn't see you turn down the sound!"
Yang Haoran didn't take it seriously at all and said: "I was studying art. Wouldn't turning off the sound be a shortcoming of art? Even Taoist ancestors would not agree to this kind of thing."
Liu Xiaocui stuck out her tongue, stopped arguing with Yang Haoran, and went back to her bedroom with her buttocks twisted.
But after a while, Liu Xiaocui changed into a beige dress and appeared in Yang Haoran's room.
"Are you sure you're not trying to seduce me?" Yang Haoran asked, squinting his eyes.
"You're beautiful, I'm just here to ask you for a favor. Pretend to be my boyfriend and go out to dinner with me."
Yang Haoran shook his head without hesitation: "No, I don't have that kind of hobby. Besides, don't you have a boyfriend? What's the point of looking for a fake one like me?"
Liu Xiaocui stamped her feet, her eyes filled with resentment.
"Will you help me or not? I beg you, otherwise I will call someone right now and accuse you of molesting me!"
Yang Haoran opened his mouth and almost cursed. It's hard to raise a villain with a woman. The ancients would never bully me.
Liu Xiaocui was like a little hen that had won a fight, proudly holding Yang Haoran's arm and walking out of the hotel.
In order to cooperate with the acting, of course Yang Haoran also put his hands where they should be.
Liu Xiaocui tried to get rid of it several times but couldn't get rid of it, as if she was stuck on it.
Yang Haoran looked aggrieved and said: "I let you take advantage of me this time. Don't tell anyone about such embarrassing things."
The corners of Liu Xiaocui's mouth kept twitching, and she began to regret a little. Was it a bit hasty decision to find such a thing to be her boyfriend?