Ji Fanling operated in front of her, but Zhou Sui interrupted her midway: "Look, by default, bank card payment is given priority here. Did you set your payment password yourself?"
"Ask Fu Yingcheng." Ji Fanling Confused, "Wasn't the password set when I downloaded WeChat? So I didn't change it."
"So you used the money in your bank card."
Ji Fanling: "..."
"The one bound is Fu Yingcheng. It's a card."
Ji Fanling: "..."
"You don't know?" Zhou Sui was surprised.
Ji Fanling: "..."
Cao Cao Cao!
She always does! In flowers! Fu Yingcheng's money!
Ji Fanling suddenly recalled a trivial fragment in his memory.
After breaking the dishes, she and Fu Yingcheng went to the supermarket. When checking out, she picked out personal items such as shampoo and slippers and said, "I'll pay for it myself."
At that time, Fu Yingcheng looked at it strangely. She glanced.
No wonder he felt strange!
No matter who pays, it will be his card!
Ji Fanling felt like he was struck by lightning.
Fu Yingcheng shouldn't think she is mentally ill, right? Otherwise, why would you take off your pants and fart?
Just two days ago, Fu Yingcheng offered to compensate her for a piece of clothing, and she replied confidently: "I have money to buy it." ]
Fu Yingcheng replied with a question mark. He must be speechless.
She has so much fucking money.
Zhou Sui reached out to open her WeChat bill and found that she had spent... one thousand two hundred and five hundred this month.
Ji Fanling was completely numb.
Zhou Sui saw that her face was as pale as if she were mourning, and he hurriedly transferred money to her: "But it's possible that he didn't notice, so just pay him back as soon as possible..." Zhou
Sui reassured her a few more words, confirming that she was fine. After taking her children home, Ji Fanling stood alone at the entrance of the shopping mall, waiting for Fu Yingcheng.
Death is a small matter, but face is nothing big.
My heart has never been heavier.
So much so that when Fu Yingcheng saw her for the first time, he frowned: "Stomach pain?"
No, heartache.
Ji Fanling raised his head and twitched the corners of his lips unnaturally: "... Where is your car?"
Fu Yingcheng walked towards the shopping mall: "Garage."
Ji Fanling quickly caught up: "Didn't you say you would take me back?"
Fu Yingcheng: "Didn't you say I would pay for your clothes?"
"..."
He felt even more guilty.
Ji Fanling was silent, twisted his fingers, and said with difficulty: "Well, I suddenly discovered recently that my WeChat seems to be tied to your bank card."
"So?"
"I accidentally used your money."
Ji Fanling He closed his eyes and stared at death, "Did you know?"
Fu Yingcheng said, "There will be text message reminders for expenditures."
Text message reminders?
What the hell is that!
Every time she pays, does the bank send a text message to notify Fu Yingcheng? !
Capitalists who deserve to be killed.
Ji Fanling bit the bullet and said, "Oh...then I'll pay you back now?"
She was ready to be ridiculed by Fu Yingcheng, "I thought you were going to pretend not to know?" "Didn't you say you were rich?" "Owe Is this all I have?"
Fu Yingcheng just asked: "Where did you get the money?"
"Borrowing the east wall to pay for the west wall
?"
...Indeed, it's almost the same.
Fu Yingcheng rarely teased her. He even restrained his mean and arrogant energy. His eyes were calm: "What are you borrowing her money for? Give it back."
"Then I can't borrow your money." In fact, she still wanted to get closer to Zhou Sui.
"She raises children, should I raise them?"
"..."
"She is short of money, am I short of money?"
"..."
"You are really good at robbing the poor and giving to the rich." Fu Yingcheng seemed to be laughing at her, but he didn't Smiling, his tone was cold and gentle, "No matter how good a friend is, borrowing money will hurt your feelings, so give it back."
Ji Fanling had no choice but to stop and lower his head to transfer Zhou Sui's money back, but suddenly felt something was wrong. : "Aren't you afraid of hurting our feelings?"
Fu Yingcheng said nothing.
Ji Fanling looked up at him.
The man put one hand in his pocket and did not look at her. He only looked selectively at the nearby shops. His long eyelashes were lowered, casting a dark shadow.
His tone was very calm, with complex emotions that were incomprehensible.
"...We are not friends."
Chapter 15 Scar
Fu Yingcheng is right, Ji Fanling thought.
They are purely old classmates... plus creditors.
Fu Yingcheng walked quickly ahead and went straight to the clothing area on the third floor.
Ji Fanling followed closely and muttered: "I have spent a total of 1,250 on you now. I came to your house on November 3rd. I can find a job by the end of this month at the latest."
Fu Yingcheng stopped at a main store. In front of a girly clothing store, I took a piece and marked it on her body.
Ji Fanling counted on his fingers: "Don't worry, I won't borrow more than three thousand...four thousand at most. Assuming I can pay you back one thousand a month, I will pay you back in April next year at the latest, and then... In addition, I spent most of my money this month on getting fake certificates, so I won't..."
Seeing that her little mouth was still there, Fu Yingcheng interrupted impatiently: "Follow me for everything. "Say, I look very free."
Ji Fanling: "..." Didn't you come here to buy me some clothes?
Fu Yingcheng threw the clothes in his hand into her arms: "See if you like it."
It was a short white lamb jacket with a foreign style.
Ji Fanling: "I don't like it."
Fu Yingcheng: "?"
Ji Fanling carefully hung the clothes back up: "Why buy white ones? They can't stand stains."
Fu Yingcheng didn't say anything, and picked up another dark brown double-breasted coat. Fur collar coat.
Ji Fanling: "No."
Fu Yingcheng: "?"