"This is too much. Normally, a set of disposable underwear would cost at most twenty RMB at the supermarket, but here at the hotel, it costs eighty-eight RMB.
How cruel! "Song Qingchun could not help but grumble as she stared at the stack of sixty-five RMB in her hand. Then, she continued to flip through the price list, and her mouth did not stop moving." All businessmen are blood-suckers … "
Song Qingchun grumbled to herself, and for some reason, her grumbling landed on Su Zhinian. "And Maniac Su, even though I have an agreement with him to take care of his daily necessities, I didn't say he has to spend my money on his daily necessities, right?
"I've been staying at his place for almost two months already, and I have to spend money on groceries and daily necessities every day. Furthermore, Maniac Su only uses specific brands, so they are ridiculously expensive …"
Song Qingchun, who had grown up in a wealthy environment, had never gotten into the habit of keeping accounts. Now that the thought came to her mind, she did the math, and she was shocked. What the f * ck? Eighty percent of my salary was spent on Maniac Su's food, clothing, lodging, and transportation?
"I knew it, why has my life been so difficult lately? Look, I used to spend half of my salary on clothes, bags, and shoes for myself, and the other half on make-up. Now, all the money that was supposed to be spent on myself has been spent on Maniac Su, how can I be happy?
"He's a big boss. He's so rich and has such a high net worth, yet he's still spending my hard-earned money. He's simply too inhumane. I'm just like a little maid, doing my best every day and working like a horse, but he doesn't even give me a hundred yuan!"
Song Qingchun faked a sob and sighed. "Oh well, if I can't afford to buy disposable underwear, I'll just buy a pack of pads. At most, I'll just wear the underwear inside out and put on a pad. I'll think about it tomorrow …"
Song Qingchun put on her coat, opened the bedroom door, and walked out.
When she passed Su Zhinian, the man suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "Where are you going?"
Song Qingchun stopped moving. "I'm going to the supermarket downstairs to buy something."
"Coincidentally, help me deliver something." Su Zhinian stood up and walked to stand before Song Qingchun. He pulled out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out a one hundred RMB note, and handed it to Song Qingchun.
"Mr. Su, what do you want to buy?" As Song Qingchun asked, she reached out to accept the money. Her fingertip accidentally brushed against Su Zhinian's fingertip, and the man saw the plan that was going through her mind. Great, since he asked me to help him, then with the rest of the money, I might be able to scrape together 88 RMB and buy a set of disposable lingerie!
"Buy an evening newspaper." Su Zhinian replied lightly. His fingertips were still touching hers, and as he finished, he read her thoughts again. Don't tell me he's going to ask me to buy something expensive? What if I can't gather 88 yuan? Seriously, his wallet was so thick, but he only gave him one note. He was too stingy. Why didn't he give him more? Bad review!
As the thought settled in Song Qingchun's mind, the term "evening paper" drifted into her ears.
That was great! The evening newspaper only cost one yuan, which meant that she still had 99 yuan. After buying the disposable underwear, she could still buy a box of Haagen-Dazs! But he was such a stingy person. Was he going to take back all his change?
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