Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 410 - 119 Xu Xing Has Become a Monster Too_3

Chapter 410: Chapter 119 Xu Xing Has Become a Monster Too_3

"Heehee..." The girl who knew she was in the wrong gave an embarrassed laugh, and didn’t bring up the issue of not needing money anymore.

"We should start eating! It’s getting cold!"

"I’m so full, I can’t eat anymore. You can have the rest!"

"Sure thing!" The big eater began to clear the plates.

It’s truly fantastic to have an enormous appetite. You don’t have to worry about having too much left-over food when you are cooking for fewer people. Just make as many dishes as you want to, it’s absolutely delightful!

"Didn’t you mention earlier that I’m approaching the verge of becoming a monster? How did we again start discussing clothes?" As she was cleaning up after the meal, the girl remembered the issue. However, she wasn’t vaguely worried anymore. If Yan Fei didn’t care, she wouldn’t either. Now, she was daydreaming about her bright future.

"Yan Xiaofei, do you think I’ll be able to do the same amazing stunts as you in the future? Wouldn’t that make us a couple of superheroes? You’d be Brother Jing, no wait, you should be Younger Brother Jing, or even Younger Brother Fei..."

"Hmm hmm, it’s all up to you. Leave it there! You don’t have to do the dishes. I’ll do it. The water is very cold. I don’t want you to freeze your hands."

"Just let me do it! Besides, you’ll warm up my hands afterward anyway!"

Does she have an addiction to warming her hands?!

When Yan Fei and the girl had finished cleaning up and were about to go downstairs, the girl suddenly remembered a new problem, "Yan Xiaofei, I have dance rehearsal in the morning. The place is full of people rehearsing their performances. No one can watch before the actual show. What are you going to do?"

"I have something to do as well! I’m going to an antique fair to deliver a jar of alcohol to Xiao Wu, the one who sold stuff for us last time. I also plan to look around and broaden my horizons." He couldn’t tell her about the agreement to collect antiques with Heizi. What if the antiques turned out to be worthless? There would be plenty of time to tell her after he made money."

"Alright! Just be careful." She nodded. "Where’s your alcohol?"

"Oh, I left it in the room when I came. I forgot to bring it because I didn’t plan to go this morning." Yan Fei explained. "You go ahead and push the bike down first! I’ll go upstairs and get it."

The girl, without suspicion, took the bike key and went downstairs.

When no one was around, Yan Fei went upstairs, took a few steps and the alcohol appeared in his hand. It was inconvenient to carry, so he added a rope to it and took it downstairs.

When they arrived at the school gate, the girl got off the bike, "You can leave me here. I can walk in myself. I have dance practice in a while. I’ll walk a bit to help digest my food so I won’t be sluggish."

"Sure, I’ll pick you up for lunch at noon!" Yan Fei said goodbye to the girl.

As he walked away with the bike, he heard the girl muttering behind him, "Stinky Yan Xiaofei, thinking he can buy me with money? Humph!"

Yan Fei immediately went on alert.

After he walked a few steps and turned a corner, he walked back and saw the girl’s figure from afar walking towards the bank across from the school. Yan Fei could’t help but smile wryly.

The girl was heading straight to the bank. Turns out she had been banking the money Yan Fei gave her that she couldn’t manage to spend.

Despite getting money she wouldn’t spend and still being so frugal, the girl truly was hopeless.

Yan Fei had already envisioned them married and in their eighties, with the girl wearing spectacles for farsightedness, darning with needle and thread, muttering, "Yan Xiaofei, you are so wasteful. This sock has only been mended twenty times, don’t you want to wear it anymore and get a new one?"

The mere thought of this, gave Yan Fei chills. He made up his mind: He would have to train the girl soon to become a wife who, like flowing water, spent money freely and treated money as if it didn’t matter!

Yes, a wife who doesn’t spend money is definitely not a good wife!

Just as he was thinking this, he saw the girl pouting and making her way back, muttering to herself the whole time, "The service at this bank is too poor. It’s already this late and they still haven’t opened yet..."

Yan Fei, taking pleasure in his girlfriend’s plight, hopped on his bike and headed towards the antique fair!