Chapter 40 I don't want your money "I don't want to be bullied." An Ran stood obediently in front of Mrs. An and complained.
"Stand away." Mrs. An covered her nose as if she didn't hear it, "It stinks to death."
"Can I go upstairs to take a shower and change clothes first?" An Ran knew that Mrs. An didn't care what she thought at all, and she didn't expect her to understand after explaining.
"The clothes were thrown away."
"I need you to help me buy another set of school uniforms."
"I use my pocket money to go to the store and buy it."
"Then I'd better wash it and wear it again."
It is impossible to buy it with your own money.
Mrs. An misunderstood the meaning, and looked at her with eyes full of displeasure, "I will give you 800 yuan a month, and it's only the 20th, and you've spent it all?"
"There are still some." An Ran didn't want to tell her adoptive mother, she wanted to save money, she wanted to save money crazily.
Unless necessary, spending any more money will hurt.
Even though a set of uniforms for No. 100 Middle School only cost over [-] yuan, she still didn't want to pay extra for it.
At the moment, she has not yet generated any income and has limited pocket money. She has clearly listed her monthly pocket money and how she controls every dollar in her diary, and she does not want to change it.
Any leftovers are equivalent to nothing left at Mrs. An's house. "You live and eat at home every day, and even the snacks you eat at school are brought from home. Isn't 800 yuan a month just for buying stationery enough?"
"What's wrong?" Chairman An entered the room and saw his wife scolding their daughter again.
"I gave her 800 yuan a month, and now she tells me that she has no money left to buy a set of school uniforms." Mrs. An complained to An Tu angrily.
An Tu walked to An Ran and put his arm around her shoulders, wanting to take her to the sofa to sit, "Ran Ran, tell dad where did you spend all your money?"
His gentle tone was as loving as ever.
An Ran stood still and said, "Buy stationery and study materials."
An Tu squeezed her shoulder twice but it didn't move, then let go of her shoulder, sat down next to Mrs. An, and tentatively discussed with his wife, "How about you give her two hundred more a month?"
Mrs. An glared at An Tu with her beautiful eyes, "Our son only earns [-] yuan a month, how come he is never short of money?"
"That's because he has received dividends from his family's fund every year since he was 16 years old, but I have not."
"Of course, thank you too. 800 yuan a month's pocket money is indeed a lot for an ordinary 16-year-old high school student, although it doesn't seem to be comparable to those children from rich families who were in school."
"That bitch Hua Zhan always says that he has little pocket money. His mother is so stingy that she gives him 500 yuan a month!"
An Ran lowered his head and looked coldly at the floor under his feet.
She was counting the seconds, hoping to escape the fate of being lectured, but Mrs. An's words made her continue to have delusional thoughts.
An Tu looked at An Ran standing there quietly, slender and stubborn, so he put his arms around Mrs. An and took her into his arms, and persuaded her angrily, "Girls have more money to spend than boys. "
He hugged his wife, thinking about the feeling of his adopted daughter just now, and found that the girl's shoulders and back were as thin as a piece of paper, as if he could crush it with a little force, and it was so delicate that it made his palms itch.
"What does she have to spend? I don't pay for everything she usually eats and drinks? Even the phone bill is paid by me." Mrs. An looked at An Tu dissatisfied, "Why do you always protect her?"
Seeing that Mrs. An was even more emotional, An Tu immediately gave An Ran a look to tell her to leave quickly, "Honey, I'm not protecting her. I'm afraid she'll make you angry."
"Mom, I'm going to take a shower and change clothes first." An Ran clenched her fists and returning to the room, she leaned tightly against the closed door, her heart beating uncontrollably.
She didn't know if she was too sensitive, but after she was reborn, she always felt uncomfortable with Antu's touch.
Every time he came close, the strong smell of tobacco and alcohol on his body made her feel sick, and the look in his eyes also made her very uncomfortable.
After half an hour.
An Ran took off the bath towel and was tearing off the gauze in her hands despite the pain, when she suddenly heard a knock on the door.
"Who?"
"Of course, it's me."
The person outside the door is Antu.
She threw the wet gauze she had just torn off into the trash can, took out a tissue and wiped the blood on her palms, and quickly put on the nightgown she had just taken out of the closet.
Mrs. An took her to the department store to buy her nightgown.
The pure white French court-style dress made her look like a cake covered in cream, cloud-shaped marshmallows, soft and sweet, extremely beautiful and cute.
Anyone who sees her wants to wrap her up in his arms, treasure her, and prevent others from coveting her.
When she walked out of the fitting room wearing the nightgown, the brand's sales praised it.
An Ran, who was reborn, had already forgotten this incident.
Today's nightgown was just a piece of pajamas she pulled out of the closet, with no added value at all.
After putting on her skirt, she was about to open the door when she accidentally lowered her head and saw her breasts. She quickly went to the cloakroom and put on some underwear before opening the door.
"Dad, are you okay?" She held the door with both hands and opened it a crack, only sticking her little head out.
The girl's freshly washed hair has not yet been dried, and her head is wrapped in a cream-white scarf.
Just after taking a shower, a crystal clear face with a hint of cherry pink was completely exposed to An Tu's eyes. An Tu's eyes were almost glued to An Ran's face.
"dad."
Seeing Antu just staring at him for a long time without saying anything, Anran shouted urgently.
"Dad, I have something to do. Let me go in and talk to you." After Antu came to his senses, he stretched out his hand to open the door.
An Ran instantly became defensive, "Tell me what you have to say. I just finished taking a shower and the room is in a mess."
Antu continued to push the door open and wanted to go in, "What is the daughter afraid of wearing pajamas in front of her father? It's not like she's not wearing any clothes."
An Ran's inner discomfort worsened. She pushed hard against the door and deliberately raised her voice and said, "Dad, if you have anything to do, just tell me here."
"When my daughter gets older, she will be separated from her father." Antu finally put down his hand with a smile, then looked around warily with a pair of eyes narrowed by obesity, and took out something from his suit pocket. Come with a wallet.
When the classic plaid designer wallet is opened, a thick stack of red banknotes is revealed.
He casually pulled out a stack from it and handed it to An Ran, "This is the pocket money dad gave you privately. Take it and spend it however you want. Just don't tell your mother. If she knows, I will I don’t dare to give you pocket money in private anymore.”
An Ran instinctively wanted to refuse, but his wrist was held by An Tu. He could only clench his fists and not open his palms, "I don't want your money." 1314 (End of this chapter)