After all, she can be regarded as a rich woman, but she dare not touch the money at all.
A movement will cause a commotion, or forget it.
Earn it again.
Huo Yao thought to himself, moved his feet, swayed the swing chair lightly, and then tilted his head to the side indiscriminately.
Seeing this, Huo Yulin withdrew his hand sadly, and said softly, "Third brother can help you realize your second wish."
He doesn't understand what kind of dream salted fish is, but a rich woman... something that can be done in minutes.
He doesn't know how much dividends he has received from Huo's family these years, but it should be enough to make his younger sister a rich woman.
Huo Yulin thought about it, and planned to go back and ask Uncle Changfeng, asking him to count how much money he had.
As for letting the younger sister get in touch with the uncle's circle, let's take it slow.
Huo Yao listened to the light words of his third brother, although she should be moved, but... for some reason, the poor girl was a little autistic.
They are all richer than her!
(_)
The siblings chatted for a few more words before entering the house.
The Spring Festival Gala was still playing on the TV. After sitting in the living room and watching a few programs, Huo Yao yawned again and again, and went upstairs after a while.
Back in the room, after Huo Yao washed up, he was refreshed again, lying on the bed, playing with his mobile phone.
There are bursts of firecrackers outside, which belongs to the unique atmosphere of the Chinese New Year.
At 0:00 on the New Year's Day, the WeChat on the mobile phone began to ring non-stop. Huo Yao was about to open WeChat when a call came in.
She raised her eyebrows slightly and pressed the answer button.
"Happy New Year!" Min Yu's hoarse voice came over, accompanied by the sound of firecrackers.
"Well, Happy New Year to you too!" Huo Yao said briskly.
"I thought you were asleep." Min Yu stood on the balcony, a large snowflake fell, he stretched out his hand, the snowflake caught in his palm melted quickly, "Is it snowing in S city?"
"No." Huo Yao said, got up from the bed, walked to the French windows, opened the curtains, looked outside, the fireworks soaring everywhere reflected in her eyes, colorful, she replied: "It's not snowing. "
Min Yu hummed lightly. He had been suffering from a cold for the past two days, and he coughed twice.
Huo Yao heard this voice, "Have a cold?"
"A little bit." Min Yu cleared his voice again.
Just now there was the sound of firecrackers, but I didn't quite hear the nasal sound. It was obvious when it became quiet now. Huo Yao said, "You should rest early."
"Okay, you too." Min Yu responded lightly, "Good night."
"Good night." Huo Yao nodded.
Soon, she hung up the phone.
After standing still for a while, she closed the curtains again, lay back on the bed, and opened WeChat.
As soon as I clicked on it, I saw that the entire screen interface was a neat transfer information from top to bottom.
My father, my mother, my brothers... As if they had agreed upon it, the transfer amount for all of them was exactly the same, five nines.
Huo Yao looked at these nines, and couldn't help touching the tip of her nose. She thought she could take a screenshot and post it on Weibo, with the theme: I get rich by red envelopes.
But in the end, after thinking about it, she decided to forget it. She wanted to be a good person.
Touching the tip of his nose, Huo Yao clicked on the dialog boxes one by one, clicked to accept the transfer, and then sent a dynamic emoticon package thanking the boss.
When clicking on Huo Yanxi's dialog box, Huo Yao's fingertips paused slightly, thinking about what his second brother mentioned to her about Weibo last time, he still clicked accept, and replied with a [Thank you, brother.]
Here, Huo Yanxi is not asleep yet, holding his mobile phone all the time, his eyes are always on the screen, as if he is waiting for something.
(end of this chapter)