First Frost ( Requested )

At this moment, in the master bedroom.

Wen Yifan stared at the numbers on the phone and fell silent. I feel that if the order is reversed and replaced with "250", it will be much better than the current situation. But she didn't have any guilty conscience, and calmly typed out: [This is the extra money you gave, and I will transfer it back to you. 】

--Failed to send.

The two Alipay did not add friends.

The interface immediately pops up "Become a friend to chat, send verification to add as a friend"

At the same time, Sang Yan sent her a WeChat message.

【? 】

"..."

It really was a question mark.

Wen Yifan could guess his reaction when he saw the "520".

Not bad at all.

Did not wait for Wen Yifan to reply.

Sang Yan said again: [What's the matter with you? 】

This number is indeed too fascinating, but it is not fabricated by Wen Yifan out of thin air. She sat up and decided to explain to him: [That is the difference I refunded to you. 】

Wen Yifan listed the prices one by one: [The rent is nine thousand, the deposit is two thousand five, and the utility bill is four hundred. 】

Then, she also sent the invoice for buying the washing machine: [I bought the washing machine for 1190. 】

Wen Yifan: [I'm not good at bookkeeping, so you don't need to give me more money first, we will mention it later when I want to buy something. 】

after awhile.

Sang Yan returned a voice: "You can count it yourself."

There is no ups and downs in the tone of his speech, and it is even more cold when it comes through the earpiece. But when it comes to the last time, the ending sound is always unconsciously hooked, rising upwards, with a provocative meaning.

It makes people want to fight him along the screen.

"..."

But at this moment, Wen Yifan felt a little confused.

What does he mean by this?

Did she calculate it wrong?

Looking at the string of numbers he sent, Wen Yifan was also a little uncertain.

should.

Not so much.

Right.

She didn't reply immediately, turned on the calculator and recalculated.

The number that comes out is "505".

"..."

This was a bolt from the blue for Wen Yifan.

She was unwilling to face the facts. At this moment, she felt that only the correct numbers could prove her innocence. She cleared the calculator and recalculated without giving up.

There is still no change.

Wen Yifan froze in place, his brain running fast, thinking about how to explain next.

Soon, as if to blame, Sang Yan made another voice.

He seemed to laugh imperceptibly, as if taking the initiative to step her down, but his tone was like trying to cover her up for her: "Okay. I understand, you are wrong."