Chapter 156： When will the gold ingots drop in the sky?

Wu Mei rolled his eyes at him, and said angrily, "If you can get the first place in the exam, what do I need to do?"

Xiong Mumu dodged Wu Mei's eyes with a guilty conscience, but she didn't dare to say this. Wu Mei was even more angry. She wanted to be the first in the test, but she didn't have the ability. This nasty guy could pass the test, but he had to hide his clumsiness. , **** her off!

"Forget it, I don't count on your help anymore, I'll find a way to do it myself, don't let me slip your tongue!" Wu Mei warned.

"Who can I tell? Don't tell me if you don't believe me, really!"

Xiong Mumu froze at once, and Wu Mei couldn't help frowning. This small-minded person doesn't look like a man at all. No wonder he couldn't think about it.

She cares about so much with a shrewd girl, after all, she is also an adult's temperament!

It's so inappropriate!

"Cheng Chengcheng, it's my fault, I'm sorry!" Wu Mei apologized generously.

Xiong Mumu was a little flattered, why is this dead girl so good at talking all of a sudden? Wouldn't you think of a trick again?

Wu Mei has to make up for it first, and of course Xiong Mumu will not be hypocritical anymore, and the two of them soon started talking and laughing.

"Let's go to Nanshui Street tomorrow?" Xiong Mumu said.

Wu Mei's eyes widened subconsciously, Nanshui Street is really too sensitive, so she couldn't help asking, "What are you doing there?"

"You're not going to learn to draw next week, you have to prepare paper. Drawing will cost a lot of paper." Xiong Mumu said.

Wu Mei patted his forehead and scolded himself for being confused. Nanshui Street is a rather strange street in Tianjin City. Originally, it was specialized in pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Yes, there are many stalls selling antiques one after another, and more and more, gradually replacing the original stationery store.

Now when it comes to Nanshui Street, most people think of the antiques there, and tourists from other places also go there to pick up leaks. If you are lucky enough to pick up the real ones, you will be rich.

So far, there is only one stationery store left in Nanshui Street, and the only one that survives. Because the paper and ink it sells is of good quality and the price is fair, most of the people who go there are repeat customers, and the business is still very good.

"Thanks to you for thinking about it, or else I would learn to paint with empty hands, and I would get a great look!" Wu Mei said gratefully.

Xiong Mumu snorted triumphantly, otherwise he is a genius!

The paper used for drawing is not cheap, the price is several times that of ordinary white paper, and you have to buy pencils and special erasers. In fact, it is best to use stale bread, but now let her go to find stale bread, and even if there is stale bread , she can't afford it either.

money!

Money for everything!

Wu Mei tugged at her hair in annoyance looked up to the sky and sighed: "It would be great if a gold ingot fell from the sky and hit me on the head."

Xiong Mumu said with contempt: "If you really want to have a gold ingot hit your head, according to Newton's law, your head can definitely be smashed into a big hole. It is still unknown whether you will spend your life on that ingot!"

Wu Mei was so angry that he slapped him a few times and shouted, "I'm using an exaggerated statement, do you know?"

Listening to the angry roars of the two children in the room, Dad Bear and Zhao Yingnan laughed knowingly, their son was just like a normal person.

Wu Mei is really a little angel!

Xiong Mumu took out his ears, and said nonchalantly, "I just bought some paper. Brother bought it for you, so don't be too grateful."

"No, I don't need your money, I'll find a way to make money myself." Wu Mei refused without thinking. Eight zero sweet wife