As soon as Zhang Fan said this, Yang Run was stunned, and Du Yueling was also stunned. After a while, Du Yueling stared at Zhang Fan like a fool: "Young Master Zhang, please see if the sky is OK? It's 3:45 pm now, it's not dark yet!"

Not only Du Yueling, but even Zhou Yingying was a little unbelievable. If she hadn't known Zhang Fan, she would have doubted whether Zhang Fan was crazy.

Zhang Fan was too lazy to pay attention to Du Yueling, so he stood up straight and said to the waiter: "Waiter, pack all the packages, call me a car, label each package according to the sequence, and change one in three days, so that my wife will not remember it wrong, she has a bad memory."

"What a madman! It's already a symptom of severe imaginary symptoms!" Du Yueling looked at Zhang Fan coldly and sneered: "There are so many bags in the specialty store, and it costs at least four or five million. Even if it's a discount, it's impossible to get it without three million! What are you going to pack it?"

As soon as Du Yueling finished saying this, he became dumbfounded the next moment.

The waiter nodded respectfully, and then several waiters started to take off the bags in the store and began to pack them.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Yingying's first reaction was that this was true! The second was... Zhang Fan hid something from him!

Du Yueling and his husband were both confused.

Du Yueling has been shopping for so many years and has been married to Yang Run for more than a year. Over the past year, her average monthly pocket money has been 200,000 to 300,000 yuan. She has also visited many brand stores, but she has never seen anyone like this.

Zhang Fan put down his cell phone, walked over, pointed to the 18,000-yuan bag Du Yueling had planned to buy, and said to her in a calm tone: "You are Yingying's best friend, and I don't even take away anyone's love. If you like this, you can take it and give you half the price."

When Du Yueling heard this, she couldn't help but be stunned.

She actually couldn't say she liked this bag very much. The reason why she bought it was mostly because of the ingredients, but now... Zhang Fan returned all her previous words.

Du Yueling looked at Zhang Fan blankly, after a long time, shook her head, and said in a naughty way: "Forget it, I don't want it."

Zhou Yingying's cultivation is really good. Even so, she did not remove Zhang Fan's platform, nor did she scold Zhang Fan anymore, and kept watching the cold eyes.

Until we got home, at 6:30 pm, after dinner, Zhou Yingying called Zhang Fan to the balcony.

Zhou Yingying looked at Zhang Fan coldly: "Zhang Fan! Your wings are hard now! Where did you get the money?"

Zhang Fan was prepared for this. He calmly took out a lottery ticket from his pocket and redeem the prize: "Look, I won 10 million, and I deducted two million in taxes. I won the prize a few days ago. I wondered if I will be the anniversary of our seventh anniversary in a few days? Then I will take it out to give you a surprise."

"But I didn't expect that your best friend is so snobbish and looks down on people, so."

Zhou Yingying grabbed the lottery ticket and looked carefully. It didn't seem fake.

"Swish!"

Zhou Yingying threw the lottery ticket aside, pointed at Zhang Fan's nose with anger and cursed: "So? Eight million, you ran to the store to book a store? I lost more than three million in a flash?"

Zhang Fan was stunned, blinking his eyes, looking innocent.

"Zhang Fan! You are really a spendthrift! You are useless except for spending money! Why did you say you spent more than three million to make so many bags? Can I use it?!"

Zhang Fan looked at her with a vain and muttered, "Don't women all like bags?"

"I like it, and there is a limit!" Zhou Yingying was almost hysterical. She grabbed Zhang Fan's shoulder hard and shook it hard: "My imitation lv bag has been used for more than three years, and I can't bear to change it. When did you see me spending money indiscriminately? Zhang Fan, you are a prodigal son! Do you know what eight million can do? You have to invest this money, which is enough for Mom to change her opinion on you! Don't you know that Mom has been instigating us to divorce until now?!"

Zhou Yingying was really angry.

For the commission of more than 700,000 yuan, she was willing to agree to accompany Zhang Jun to travel abroad. From this point of view, you can imagine how eager she is for money.

Now, Zhang Fan finally won the prize by stepping on the shit, but he didn't even blink his eyelids, and instantly spent three million! This is really unacceptable!

"You prodigal son! Fool! Crazy!"

Zhou Yingying grabbed Zhang Fan's body, scratched and pinched. After a while, several blood marks were scratched on Zhang Fan's face.

"Okay!"

Zhang Fan roared lowly, suddenly hugged Zhou Yingying with force, hugging her hard, without letting go, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and murmured: "Yingying, your eyes are stars and sea, and in my eyes... only you!"

Zhou Yingying's delicate body trembled slightly and her eyes turned red.

Zhang Fan said emotionally: "I don't want any of the eight million that I won. As long as you want, I can give it to you at any time. As long as you want, I can even dig out my heart for you. My love for you has been consistent for seven years."

Zhou Yingying listened, the corners of her eyes were slightly wet and moist. Gradually, she had a smile on the corner of her mouth, and she kicked Zhang Fan's toes hard.

"Ouch!"

Zhang Fan felt pain and subconsciously let go of her.

Zhang Fan stared at her in confusion: "Yingying, what are you doing?"

"Zhang Fan! I'll be in your hands for the rest of my life." Zhou Yingying deliberately glared at Zhang Fan with a stern face, and said while cleaning the room: "You are just sweet-mouthed. You don't know. If you didn't have your mouth like you were smearing honey, you would have died a lot in my hands."

"Hehe!" Zhang Fan grinned, "I am sweet-mouthed and it depends on people. There is only one person who can make me sweet-mouthed. She is Zhou Yingying."

"Go to you, I feel so stingy! Clean up the room now!"

"Yeah!"

Zhang Fan immediately set up a pose and salute, and then accompanied Zhou Yingying quite obediently to clean up the room.

Less gossip. After 11 o'clock that night, Zhou Yingying still didn't allow Zhang Fan to sleep with her. She still took her daughter to sleep in the next room.

At around 11 o'clock, after confirming that his daughter and Zhang Fan were both asleep, Zhou Yingying tiptoed to get up in slippers, then sat at the computer desk and turned on the computer.

"Crack"

Zhou Yingying searched on the computer for a while, then took out Zhang Fan's prize ticket and compared it carefully.

After a while, Zhou Yingying finally confirmed that the prize ticket in Zhang Fan's hand was true, just like the ones found on the Internet.

In the information age, it is difficult to fake Internet-connected things like redemption of prize tickets and graduation certificates. You can find out by checking the Internet.

"I really won the prize." Zhou Yingying muttered: "No wonder I feel that he has become a little inflated recently, and he is inexplicably confident, and he is getting richer!"

"No! You have to be careful and adjust and teach! Otherwise, he will not be able to go to the house to remove the tiles in a while?"

Zhou Yingying muttered, turned off the computer and went to bed.
Chapter completed!