My Empress is My Bad Girl

So, what is Zhao Xiaojing's number?

Zhao Yuanjing was a little confused for a while.

Seeing Zhao Yuanjing staring at his mobile phone in a daze, the bald man was a little impatient: "Hurry up, do you have any money?"

"What are you yelling at him for?" Zhao Xiahua pushed away the bald man, and guarded Zhao Yuanjing behind him like a brat. "He is a kid, where is the money? I said, I have no money now! You have to wait a few days. , I will pay you back first, or I can’t help it!"

The bald man laughed angrily: "Hey in this world, he who really owes money has become a master. Okay, I will give you three days. Then you won't return the money to me... I know the school address of your girl."

Zhao Xiahua's face paled: "You dare to touch one of my daughter's hair, I will fight you hard!"

"Then you will get to know each other and pay the money quickly!"

The bald man glanced at Zhao Yuanjing, seemingly dissatisfied with his outfit, curled his lips, and left.

Zhao Xiahua let out a sigh of relief as he watched him walk away.

When the air blow came, she raised her hand to close her tousled hair, and asked Zhao Yuanjing: "Xiaojing, aren't you scared? Well, didn't I tell you about the situation just now, don't you care about this kind of thing. Just be fine. Just go to school. You’ll have to take the exam in one month. You must study hard and get into a good high school to give your dad your breath."

Zhao Yuanjing asked: "Why do you owe money?"

"You kid, don't care about these things."

Zhao Yuanjing raised his phone: "I forgot this, do you know?"

Zhao Xiahua saw that it was the password for the payment page, and couldn't help but smiled: "Which one do I know about the password in your phone? Forgot your password. You kid, you have a bad memory."

"password?"

"Left is just a birthday or something, you can try it." Zhao Xiahua didn't care about it.

She knew that there would be no money in the child's cell phone, nothing more than a little breakfast money given by Wan Mei occasionally.

One hundred and ten yuan.

Zhao Yuanjing also didn't know when Zhao Xiaojing's birthday was.

Although he didn't know enough about the world, he also knew that eating and lodging cost money.

Without the password, he can't pay.

In the end, he was taken home by Zhao Xiahua.

Zhao Xiahua's family is very small.

There is only one room and one living room.

Zhao Xiahua's daughter Feng Duoduo is two years younger than Zhao Xiaojing, and she is in the first grade in the same school.

When Zhao Xiahua pulled Zhao Yuanjing into the door, Feng Duoduo was lying on the small dining table, arching his back to do his homework.

He has short hair and thick eyes on his face.

Looks like an honest child.

She turned her head and saw Zhao Yuanjing, her eyes lit up, she stood up hurriedly, and said with a shy smile: "Brother, you are here. You look so beautiful. I saw you on the Internet."

"Oh."

"Brother, you went to the competition in the afternoon and were not at school. I will bring this to you." Feng Duoduo suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly went to his schoolbag and took out a thick stack of letter paper. "These are all given by the girls in the school. They They asked me for your WeChat ID again, but I didn't even dare to give it. They also complained about who wrote love letters these days..."

When Zhao Xiahua saw this scene, she was annoyed and said: "You're just a little old, just fix these things. It's exhausting Xiaojing's grades!"

Feng Duoduo smiled and said: "Mom, you don't know, brother is the recognized school grass of our school, so many girls have a crush on him. Brother, did you win today's game and where do you win?"

"Number one." Zhao Yuanjing replied casually, not taking the letters in her hand.