Chapter 1141: My Gentle Tyrant (23)

Ji Rong: "Then how can we make money?"
He was asking very seriously.
Fu Yue stared at him faintly: "I'm wondering how much money you can exchange for."
Little Emperor: "..."
Little Emperor: "It's illegal to buy or sell people!"
Fu Yue was a little surprised: "Oh, would you say this as a tyrant?"
The child's beautiful eyes paused, and he dropped his thick and dark eyelashes, and began not to speak, and then quietly began to bloom an autistic flower.
After a long while, he asked softly: "You don't want me to kill people casually?"
Fu Yue: "Normal people don't like to kill casually, right?"
The little emperor continued to shut himself down: "Yes, I'm just abnormal."
Fu Yue: "...Actually, I didn't mean to discriminate against you."
Ji Xiaorong: "Forget it, stop talking and let me be quiet."
Talking to this woman, he will get heart attack sooner or later.
When finishing the original owner's room, Fu Yue turned to the original owner's ID card and student ID.
Calculating the time, the original owner just graduated from university this year and is 22 years old. It seems that she has no job. Otherwise, she stayed at home for so many days and didn't go to work. People should have called and fired her.
In fact, when it comes to making money, it is still very simple for Fu Yue. She only needs to use her hacking skills to easily hack into the bank account of a wealthy man, and withdraw some of the money to ensure that no one can find out.
But Fu Yue felt that this was still unethical, so she might as well just hack into the lottery company to look at the next lottery number and buy it.
Finally, Fu Yue tried to be self-reliant.
If she really can't live by then, she will buy lottery tickets! !
She has a good abacus!
After checking online to find out some part-time jobs that make money quickly, Fu Yue finally decided to write a few articles and submit them to several reliable public accounts.
Those public accounts are all relatively large. If the quality of a thousand-word article is good, it can make nearly two thousand yuan in revenue.
Fu Yue casually wrote a few articles and cast several different public accounts.
After all, she has worn so many worlds, she is a proper schoolmaster, and she has a beautiful article at hand.
A week later.
All articles she contributed have responded.
After a few articles, she made a lot of money.
There are even two studios who want to sign her as a long-term author. The treatment is pretty good, and Fu Yue replied that it will take a few days to think about it.
Fu Yue swelled suddenly.
Look, she can feed herself too.
...
Just made money.
Fu Yue was going to take the little emperor out for a big meal.
"I have made money and can feed you, cub cub—"
Ji Xiaorong's eyelids twitched.
"What do you call me?"
Cub cub?
This woman really wanted it!
Fu Yue squeezed the child's soft face smoothly, "It's not important."
The child held her face in both hands and said solemnly: "This is very important. I am obviously your man, not your cub!"
Can you imagine a five-year-old beautiful child talking about flowers like this with a serious face?
Anyway, Fu Yue laughed.
"Hey, you are still young, don't think about this."
Ji Xiaorong was very depressed.
He decided to let this woman see him tonight.
Fu Yue took the little emperor to eat spicy crayfish and hot pot.
As soon as she sat down, Fu Yue heard someone call her name.
"Qin Chu?"
Fu Yue raised her eyes to look at the person who came by. It was a delicately dressed woman with an inexplicable manner, which was not pleasing to the eye anyway.
"Ah, your kid is this old? Five years old, right?"
Fu Yue had not had time to speak.
Ji Xiaorong's face turned dark first, and she was shocked.
"Are you blind? Don't donate your eyes to those in need."
The woman: "..."