My wife is in my arms

Chapter 73 The Little Girl Has a Fever
Zhang You pretended not to hear.

He took Xiao Zishan's hand and walked towards his room. Obviously, Jiang Yiren felt that he had indeed changed for the better, so he became bolder and even started to bully him, a good man.

"Dad, I think my mom is right. You really should transfer the money to her. You can't keep too much money on you..."

this time.

The little girl actually stood on her mother's side.

"What do you know, kid? Money is a man's heroic spirit. Once a man has no money, he can only suffer from cowardice. What's more, I borrowed this money from Li Zongsheng just to support your mother's career, but your mother is actually eyeing the few melons and dates in my pocket."

Zhang You paused, touching his chin in amazement, and said, "That's strange. People say your mother doesn't have a good eye, but why do I feel like she's very smart? I don't understand."

After lying on the bed, Zhang You wrapped Xiao Zishan tightly with a quilt. Even though the little girl had a mild fever and had taken antipyretics not long ago, she still couldn't let herself be cold.

After charging his phone, Zhang You picked up a book and put it under it, then hugged the little girl and watched the video with her.

"dad"

The little girl spoke.

"Didn't I tell you this? I borrowed this money from someone. I have to pay it back when I get paid in the next two months. Don't listen to your mother. How can I, a man who doesn't work, have any savings?"

Zhang You replied casually.

"I do not believe"

The little girl turned and looked at Zhang Youdao.

"We are father and daughter. What is father and daughter? Father and daughter are the kind of relationship where they can trust each other unconditionally. So your mother can not trust me, but you must trust your father. Otherwise... I will have to practice trumpet with your mother."

Zhang You threatened with a smile.

"giggle"

The little girl immediately covered her mouth and burst into laughter.

In the bedroom, Jiang Yiren leaned against the headboard of the bed. Like the father and daughter, she also held a mobile phone, but she was not watching any videos. Instead, she was using the mobile phone calculator to help Zhang You calculate the bills.

She gave her husband 100,000 yuan last month. Her husband bought an electric car and a set of Air Force fishing gear, which Xiao Zishan said he spent 3,000 yuan on but never caught a single fish.

Apart from that, there are expenses for buying groceries and the little greyhound on the balcony, and the total cost of these expenses is unlikely to exceed 20,000.

Jiang Yiren didn't ask about the specific cost of the body dance center, but it certainly wouldn't be too high. She only practiced with the dance teacher for two or three days, and it probably cost less than ten thousand yuan.

With this calculation, her husband still has at least 60,000 yuan in his hands.

But today she said that she spent more than 200,000 yuan on buying push notifications. Obviously, this number not only does not match, but is also very different. As for the fact that her husband withheld part of the money he had previously asked for from her, there is no need to consider it. The last time she wanted to divorce was because he asked for money again. If her husband still had money, he would not have to do this.

This is a man who gambles whenever he has money. How could he possibly save money secretly?

But if her husband is really Li Zongsheng, then the accounts would be right. He took the 500,000 yuan in song copyright fees from her, plus the 1 million yuan from selling pure music...

Is that true?!
As soon as she thought of this, Jiang Yiren frowned slightly.

She really didn't want to believe it, but it was just today's account... Jiang Yiren lifted the quilt, put on her slippers and walked out of the room. When she was near the door of the second bedroom, her hand paused for a moment when turning the door handle, and then she decisively turned it and walked in.

The father and daughter who were reading immediately looked up at her.

"what happened again!?"

Zhang You said impatiently.

"Are you Li Zongsheng?!"

If it weren't for today's accounts, Jiang Yiren wouldn't even ask, but with the discrepancy in the accounts, no matter how unwilling she was to believe it, she began to have some doubts.

"That's right! Didn't I tell you a long time ago? If you don't want to believe it, what can I do?!"

Zhang You was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "How is it? Are you feeling a strong shock now?" "..."

Jiang Yiren pursed her lips.

I was a little skeptical just now, but now I don’t have to doubt it anymore. If he can admit so publicly that he is just a creative musician, then he is definitely not one of them.

After all, the more capable people are, the more humble they are. On the other hand, her husband... is so high-profile that he is a bit shameless. After suppressing his disappointment, Jiang Yiren said again, "I don't care who you borrowed the money from. If anyone comes to me to collect the debt, I will take Xiao Zishan away."

Put down this sentence.

Jiang Yiren was about to leave, but when she reached the door, she thought for a moment, then turned around and looked at her daughter with a relieved look, saying, "You have a slight fever tonight, so don't read anymore. Go to bed early."

Turn off the light.

And then… Jiang Yiren was stunned. What had she seen?! The father and daughter were clearly holding a book in front of them, but after the lights were turned off, not only did the room not go completely dark, but their faces were even more vividly illuminated by the light.

Without any hesitation, Jiang Yiren walked to the bedside and took away the book in front of the father and daughter who were still in a daze. A mobile phone with the screen still on fell down.

"what"

A panicked voice rang out.

Xiaozi Shan immediately crawled into the bed and covered his head tightly.

"Little Shan"

Jiang Yiren was really angry this time.

She was worried about her daughter having a low fever, so she allowed her to go to bed early tonight without having to read. But it turned out that she didn't need to worry about her because she was not reading a book at all.

Jiang Yiren pulled back the quilt and dragged Xiao Zishan out of bed, ignoring her struggles. She said in a cold voice, "From tonight on, you have to sleep with me."

"I have a low-grade fever, and my dad will have to help me sweat it out later!"

Xiao Zishan quickly found an excuse and said.

"I'll cover you up."

Jiang Yiren pulled Xiao Zishan out of the room.

"Dad, save me"

Xiao Zishan's cry for help came from the living room.

"Your dad can't help you either. He just warned you there were footsteps outside and told you not to look, but you refused to listen. Now you've been caught. This incident tells you that if you play with your phone secretly, you have to learn to listen carefully and keep your eyes open."

Zhang You smiled and said, "Just sleep with your mom tonight. Your mom not only sings 'She', but also knows how to cover you. When your fever is gone, you can sleep with me. Don't worry, your mom will definitely agree. If she doesn't agree, your dad will go to your mom's room and sleep with you."

Pick up the phone that fell on the bed.

Zhang You opened the music software and took a look.

As of now, the song "Ask" has been purchased two million times and listened to five million times, which is a pretty good conversion rate between listening and purchasing.

If converted into money.

It costs three dollars to buy a song.

The music platform took half, leaving three million, and Jiang Yiren's agency and agent took almost half again. Zhang You didn't ask the exact amount, and could only make a rough estimate based on his own understanding.

Therefore, "Question", which was just released less than twelve hours ago, can bring Jiang Yiren almost one million in revenue, and there will be a week of growth period afterwards.

How big the outbreak will be depends on the speed of the spread of "Question" and the influence of Jiang Yiren.

(End of this chapter)