The Poor Had Their Own Fun
Éditeur: Larbre Studio
When He Xiyan looked at his child-like look with expectancy in the eyes, her hands that were holding the bank notes trembled a little. Finally she put on a slight smile and could not bear to say anything to upset him.
In fact, she really had not thought about having babies. On one hand, between them, there was no romantic love of a man and a woman. He was more like a big boy in her heart. On the other hand, they were really poor now. Even if she wanted a baby, they couldn't afford that.
Seeing his wife laugh, Chen Jiahang felt overjoyed. He then ran into the room and pulled out a small cloth bag under the mattress, and pulled out a thick pile of banknotes.
"Here you are!" He moved his lips and handed the bag of money to He Xiyan.
Then he wrote on the paper: "Yanyan, they are for you to keep."