Qiong Dafang really couldn't find a dime at home. He thought about it carefully, but he couldn't figure out where he spent the money.
I paid the bill when I was having dinner with my colleagues, brought milk tea to others without paying for it, and passed by the old man begging in the subway to put a few zero bills. , only the "poor" remains.
How can this be done
347 yuan, no, it's 337 now, such a huge sum of money, Zhen Xiaoqi will definitely not let him go.
Thinking that Zhen Xiaoqi would follow him resentfully like a spirit behind him, Qiong Dafang shivered with fear.
Sure enough, within a week, Zhen Xiaoqi came to the door with tears in her eyes.
Qiong Dafang covered his face with instant noodles: "Xiaoqi, it's not that I don't pay back the money... wait for me..."
"Wow—" Zhen Xiaoqi didn't wait for his words to finish, grabbed the corner of his shirt and cried, "What's wrong with me? Am I just a little frugal? Why do you all laugh at me?"
Looking at Zhen Xiaoqi, whose face was covered with snot and tears, Qiong generously put down the instant noodles and asked him, "What happened? Who bullied you?"
While crying, Zhen Xiaoqi complained, "They said bad things about me in front of my new colleagues! They said I was poor and stingy."
While listening to him, Qiong Dafang skillfully opened a bucket of Master Kong's braised beef noodles, added a piece of ham sausage, poured hot water, and placed it in front of Zhen Xiaoqi.
"Why are they talking about you with their new colleagues?"
Zhen Xiaoqi stopped talking, and glanced around with teary eyes, just not looking at Qiong Dafang.
Qiong sniffed the noodles generously and asked inarticulately, "Is your new colleague a man?"
Zhen Xiaoqi did not speak.
"Does it look good?"
Zhen Xiaoqi touched the instant noodle bucket in front of him, picked up a fork and prepared to eat instant noodles.
"Did you do something weird again?"
"I didn't do anything weird!" Zhen Xiaoqi angrily put his fork on the lid of the instant noodle bucket, and there was a cry in his voice again, "I want to fall in love, why? Any questions?"
"No, no." Qiong Dafang buried her face in the instant noodles, her voice muffled, "Then pursue it carefully, don't be reluctant to spend money every time."
Zhen Xiaoqi looked at him angrily: "Do you want to be like you? Just buy whatever you like? Hide at home and eat instant noodles? Eat white porridge for a month?"
Qiong Dafang was also angry, he raised his head and shouted at Zhen Xiaoqi: "Can you stop going through the old accounts every time? How long ago did that happen? Do you remember what happened in college? Then why don't you remember my high school? Did you eat mustard greens for a month just to buy you a birthday present?"
"Yes, after eating mustard for a month, I finally bought a BB machine for me, and then the pager went out of business within a few months!"
"Then I can't afford a mobile phone?"
"Can you afford it now? You still owe me 337 yuan!"
Qiong Dafang was so angry that his liver hurt, he slapped the table fiercely: "Don't I owe you 337 yuan? I don't have any money, so I can pay for the meat, right? Don't you just want to fall in love? Don't do anything else. Moth, I'll pick you up from get off work tomorrow!"
"What?" Zhen Xiaoqi was shocked, "I spent 337 yuan to fall in love with you? How can you think so beautiful? The people I chased don't add up to 300 yuan!"
Qiong Dafang felt that he was so angry that he had internal bleeding, and he pointed tremblingly at Zhen Xiaoqi's instant noodles to change the topic: "The noodles are too much."
"Oops!" Zhen Xiaoqi opened the lid of the instant noodles, looked at a box of noodles that had soaked up the water, and still picked up a fork to eat.
"I found that this lump of noodles is very filling. One box is worth two boxes. Next time we eat and soak one box together."
Qiong Dafang felt that she was dead and was pissed off by Zhen Xiaoqi.
Zhen Xiaoqi sternly rejected Qiong Dafang's proposal, and expressed strong condemnation and protest to his attempted default.
When he left, he did not forget to remind Qiong Dafang: "Don't make bad ideas, remember to pay me back as soon as the salary is paid."
"Understood." Qiong agreed weakly, not even in the mood to send him out.
He looked at the two instant noodle boxes on the table, thinking that this was the last ration he had left, and he didn't know what to do for the next week.
Qiong slumped on the sofa generously, worried.
The next day, Qiong Dafang, who tried to borrow money from colleagues several times, was unable to open her mouth in the end. Covering his grumbling stomach, he hid in the toilet in pain and called Zhen Xiaoqi: "Xiaoqi, hehe, can I pick you up from get off work today?"
Zhen Xiaoqi was facing a pile of statements, the calculator pressed quickly, and when he heard Qiong Dafang's words, he immediately became vigilant: "What do you want to do? I didn't say that you don't want to use yourself to pay off the debt."
"You think too much, I'll just drop by. I rode an electric bike to work today, and I came to pick you up, didn't I just save you two dollars in bus money?" Qiong Dafang was already hungry and weak, and his voice was lower than usual a lot of.
Zhen Xiaoqi pushed the glasses on his nose and said calmly, "It's three dollars and two."
"What?"
"I have to take a bus to go back to my house. The total cost of the coin is four yuan. I charged the bus card, and it is three yuan and two." Zhen Xiaoqi put down the report in his hand, "but no need, I came to work by bicycle."
Qiong Dafang heard the hang-up sound of "du-" coming from the microphone, and his heart was desolate, didn't he just want to eat a meal? Why is it so difficult!
Just when Qiong Dafang was so hungry that he fainted at the workstation, his cell phone rang the special ringtone that Zhen Xiaoqi had set for himself: "God of Wealth is here, God of Wealth is here..."
Qiong Dafang pressed the answer button and heard Zhen Xiaoqi say, "You should come pick me up after get off work. I remembered. I have to arrive at RT-Mart at six o'clock. The bicycle is too slow."
"Okay!" Qiong agreed generously, "Then I'll take you home and have a bite at your house."
Zhen Xiaoqi got off work and saw Qiong Dafang as soon as he walked out of the company gate. He slammed into the square in front of their company, laying his upper body on the handlebars of the electric car, with one foot firmly on the ground.
In the eyes of a group of colleagues, Zhen Xiaoqi slowly walked to Qiong Dafang and poked his shoulder: "Hey, how long have you been waiting?"
Qiong Dafang was so hungry that his chest was pressing against his back, and he squeezed out a few words with the last of his strength: "Let's go quickly."
At this time, someone passed by them, suddenly stopped, looked at Qiong Dafang with strange eyes, and smiled at Zhen Xiaoqi: "Zhen Xiaoqi, your friend?"
Zhen Xiaoqi was like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, his whole body stood up instantly, he took Qiong Dafang's arm, smiled arrogantly at the person who came, and nodded slightly: "Yes, my friend, Joan is generous."
The man burst out laughing: "Dafang, hahaha, it's good, as soon as I hear this name, it suits you very well." He waved to the two of them, "Then I'll go first."
When they were far away, Qiong Dafang hurriedly patted Zhen Xiaoqi's hand away: "It hurts, you squeezed me to death. Who is this person?"
Zhen Xiaoqi looked at the man's back in a trance: "I told you, his name is Han Bo."
"Is he that Han Bo?" Qiong Dafang was no longer hungry in an instant, and straightened his waist: "I think it's just like that."
He glanced at Zhen Xiaoqi's face, and reminded him in a cool tone: "You bought two cans of beer for him. How much did you pay for it?"
Zhen Xiaoqi was a little disappointed: "Six yuan and six. You said that if I really invited him to watch a movie in Wanda that day, would it be possible to have a boyfriend now?"
"Hmph, two movie tickets should be at least 70. If you buy some popcorn, drinks, etc., it will cost you 100 yuan." Qiong Dafang's nose is not a nose, and his eyes are not eyes.
He thought to himself why this kid, Zhen Xiaoqi was still thinking of paying him money! He has known Zhen Xiaoqi for more than ten years, and he can only count one hand after drinking his drink!
Qiong Dafang was unbalanced, and her heart was sour, especially uncomfortable. He plans to go to Zhen Xiaoqi's house for dinner this week. I also have to eat the special eggs that Zhen Xiaoqi grabbed from a bunch of old men and women at the supermarket every day.