Shao Yiyang actually struggled several times and wanted to ask his mother.
Why did she obviously want to choose herself as the tablemate, but after achieving her goal, she would not get along well with herself.
Are you angry that you bullied her at the beginning? !
But obviously she has come back with revenge.
Or is it like what is shown on TV, you don't cherish what you get.
Because I let her be my deskmate, so she doesn't want to talk to me? !
But he struggled several times, but in the end he didn't ask such a shameful question.
Lest my father, who is annoying, laugh at myself again.
Shao Yiyang lay on the bed, secretly thinking about what reason he would use to ask his parents for more pocket money.
In the end, he even set his sights on the few handicrafts that he treasured.
Thinking that if he really couldn't get the pocket money, he would put these figures on the Internet and sell them.
Although this is his own treasure, it can be compared to losing money to his tablemate.
Shao Yiyang felt that this was nothing.
Because the company had nothing to do, Shao Zekite deliberately came back early to cook.
As soon as I got home, I heard that my little dumpling skipped class and went home.
He tugged on his tie, and knocked on Shao Yiyang's door with a gloomy face.
He wanted to get angry, but looking at the little face that looked like his wife, he looked at himself aggrieved.
All his anger disappeared in an instant.
Not to mention scolding, he just wanted to hug this little dumpling and coax him well.
What kind of grievance did he suffer in school
"What's wrong with you?" Shao Zekai sullenly sat on Shao Yiyang's bed with his legs propped up, without restraining his banditry.
Xiaotuanzi, who wanted to drive him away, would give gifts to his mother from time to time when he thought of his annoying father.
Thinking about it, there must be a lot of money.
Shao Yiyang immediately suppressed the resistance in his heart, and then looked at Shao Zekai expectantly.
"Dad, I want to increase my pocket money."
"Oh, I thought it was a big deal!" Shao Zekai sneered, "I just want to increase my pocket money, I'll raise it for you, two thousand a week."
After speaking, he got up and wanted to leave.
But as soon as he made a move, he felt that his son, who had never been close to him, was actually grabbing the corner of his clothes.
"Not enough." Shao Yiyang raised his face and shook his head very seriously.
It's only 2,000 a week, so if he makes up seven or eight, it will take 35 weeks.
Whether the head flower is still there is a problem.
Shao Zekai gritted his teeth, and looked at his son suspiciously.
"Queque, tell me the truth, what do you want so much money for? Is there an older classmate at school who bullied you?" He asked with a gloomy face, full of sternness.
Although my son is in school, there are a few brats who look up to him every day.
But after all, there is still a big difference between the first grade and the sixth grade.
If someone comes from the fourth grade and above, these few of them will be used to give away their heads.
"No!" Shao Yiyang widened his eyes and shook his head very seriously.
After struggling for a while, he still gave a full account of the fact that he wanted to buy the first flower.
After hearing this, Shao Zekai frowned tightly.
If it wasn't for his son who insisted on giving others a loss, and he himself insisted on the 580,000 yuan.
He really wanted to think that his clever brat had been blackmailed.
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[Continue to beg for tickets!]