71: C71 You're Short of Money?

C71 You're Short of Money?

Qiao An was stunned for a moment. She used a little strength in her hand that was holding the phone. A complicated look flashed across her eyes. After a moment, she said, "Send it to my email. It's useless even if I record it down. I forgot about it in a little while."

"Okay." The other party agreed very readily, "I will arrange the email for you later."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." The other party smiled. "Oh right, how are your eyes? Are you in line? "

"No, it's not that easy." Qiao An shrugged. "I think there will be another year and a half."

"Then you can do it!"

"I know," ___ said.

"I've probably flipped through it. There are a lot of passwords in your notebook. How about I send them back to you?" Wang Yao asked.

When Qiao An returned to the country, she had actually already made an appointment for an ocular surgery, but a child who was preparing for the college entrance examination urgently needed it. She let out a slot and accidentally rearranged the queue. In any case, she would not be able to return to the country in a short period of time.

Besides, she was married at the moment.

It was possible to send the password book over.

"That's good, then I'll have to trouble you. I'll send you the address later."

"Okay, then go ahead and do your work. Contact me if you need anything."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao An's expression clearly did not look too good. Qiao Yinchen observed her expression for a while and raised his hand to pat her shoulder. "Sister, don't worry. A person as good as you will definitely be able to see the light again."

Qiao An came back to her senses and pushed the password in her hand over. "Take it to pick up girls. The prerequisite is that you have to study hard and improve every day!"

"Understood." Qiao Yinchen put the note into his pocket. "Let's go have a big meal at noon. It's my treat! How about having hot pot?"

"No, I have a job at noon. Customers only have time for lunch."

"Didn't you usually rest during weekends?" Qiao Yinchen asked curiously, "Have you been short of money recently?"

"Yes."

" How much do you need? "

Qiao An scoffed, "You make it sound like you can give it to me..."

"I secretly saved five hundred dollars." Qiao Yinchen took out his wallet from his pocket and put the money in front of Qiao An. "I will give it all to you."

Qiao An laughed. "Five hundred dollars! I need five million dollars, big brother. Your five hundred dollars seems a little too insignificant! "

Qiao Yinchen suddenly stood up, his face full of doubt and shock. "Five million! What do you need so much money for!?"

"Shh." Qiao An raised her hand and made a shushing gesture." Why are you so surprised? Of course I have my own uses. "

"But how can you earn so much money!"

"You don't believe me so much? It's not like you don't know the money I earned from studying abroad." Qiao An raised her chin and said confidently, "It's a piece of cake."

Qiao Yinchen took a deep breath. "When I go to college, I will also make money. I will help you when the time comes."

Qiao An said with a look of disdain, "You are amazing. You should get into college first."

Qiao Yinchen straightened his neck and was about to say something when his phone suddenly rang. He looked at the caller ID and pressed the answer button. His voice became gentle. "Hello, Ya. I am at my sister's place. Okay, okay, I'll be right there. "

Qiao Yinchen hung up the phone excitedly." Sister, Ya asked me to go to the internet cafe. I'll be leaving first. "2

"Go, go." Qiao An waved her hand and Qiao Yinchen ran away.

At this time, her phone rang. It was an email notification. After hesitating for a moment, she opened the email. It was indeed the account number and password of the designer's high-end forum from her friend.

Her fingertips swiped across the account number and password, and her mind was filled with complicated thoughts.

Actually, she vaguely remembered this account number and password. The reason why she never logged in again was because there was a hurdle in her heart.

Taking a breath, Qiao An took the laptop and clicked on the designer's high-end forum. Account: Eldest Qiao, password...

Just as she entered the password, the door of musical instrument store was suddenly pushed open, followed by the sound of the wheelchair turning, accompanied by Huo Chengzhou's cool voice, "Qiao An."

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