Transmigrated in the 90's as a Little Dumpling (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 29

A cold wind passed by, and the snow on the holly tree "pupu" fell.

The winter sun is not warm, but it is shining, so that people can't open their eyes.

Song Qiaoxi squinted at Chu Jin's face, looking at him for a while and then white, thinking that she had said something wrong.

Busy thinking about getting it back, grabbed the boy's arm and shook it in a small amount to please. It's not that she didn't want to shake it too much, but the padded jacket on her body was too thick...

The little milk has a sweet and glutinous voice, and greets Chu Jin with a smile, "It's okay if you don't want to tell me, it's... it's your secret, secret, things that can't be said are called Secret..."

In short, anything can make her return to Yuan.

"Are you short of money?"

The boy's complexion returned to calm, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and he asked lightly.

Suddenly, when Chu Jin asked, Song Qiaoxi was stunned for a moment.

Well......

This is it, is it lack of money, is it really hard to say?

Even children have desires. If they have no desires, they are really gods. No, gods have desires, okay?

She has seen the comic strip of Journey to the West, in which Marshal Tianpeng is a fairy. He likes Chang'e and Gao Laozhuang snatches his relatives?

The little girl really thought about it. Mom and Dad would give her 5 yuan in pocket money every week, almost all of them were used to buy snacks.

But it's not that they eat it by themselves. Everyone has a share in the "Little Gang of Five".

It’s just that there’s not much money, it’s nothing more than eating fig shreds, "Tang Monk Meat", Hua Hua Dan, small animal-shaped jelly bars or something.

I can’t be like Wang Junyang, always carrying a lot of big unity in his pocket, and I can invite everyone to a feast like fried skewers, if it’s not because KFC is far away, Wang Junyang’s pocket money can ask everyone to eat KFC. .

Children of this age, where are they not greedy?

But Song Qiaoxi accidentally heard about her mother's salary. Her mother was a teacher in a higher vocational school. Her monthly salary was 700 yuan, and her father's salary might be higher, as well as bonuses and contribution fees.

These salaries are too small in the compound. She has no idea, but she always feels that mom and dad have to raise two cubs, which must be very expensive, and no matter how much money is spent, it is better to save money.

Therefore, she takes as much pocket money as Mom and Dad give, and never takes the initiative to ask for more.

Although, small money, of course, the more the better.

As for the lack of it?

Sum up, Song Qiaoxi still feels that, from the perspective of her current situation, it is not short of money to restrain her desire for "little cats"?

"No, there is no shortage of money... I just do, just ask casually." Holding Chu Jin's arm awkwardly, Nuo Tuanzi waved his other hand, haha ​​and turned around to enter the family building.

This topic, let's pass it.

Ask again, I'm afraid it's me who is embarrassed...

As soon as she turned her head, the soles of her feet slipped and almost split a big fork on the spot. Fortunately, the boy held her back with his hand.