Chapter: 4549

Mengmeng ran to Ziyan's place and combed Mengmeng's hair, which was also Ziyan's favorite thing. Dressing up her daughter beautifully gave her a sense of satisfaction.

"Is Dad cooking? I can already smell the aroma." Mengmeng sniffed and asked.

"The nose is quite good, breakfast is almost ready." Zi Yan smiled slightly: "Your Aunt Xue and Uncle Feng have something to do today, let your grandma or grandma take you there?"

"No need, I can do it by myself." Mengmeng replied crisply: "They sent me there, and they won't play with us, so it's so boring to stay in the car."

"Hey, are you considerate?"

"Of course." Mengmeng twisted her little butt: "Besides, I'm pretty good now, so it's okay to go out and play by myself."

"Then you can find the way? Don't get lost while walking." Zi Yan smiled.

"No, I'll take a taxi. I haven't done a taxi before. I just want to experience it. This time I take a taxi, the next time I take the subway, and the next time I take the bus, I have to try it." Mengmeng muttered answer.

"Okay, then you go by yourself, go out, carry a bag, you can't just take out things out of thin air in front of everyone." Zi Yan said.

"Is it a schoolbag?" Mengmeng was taken aback.

"Messenger bag, how can you carry a schoolbag when you go out to play."

Zi Yan said with a smile: "Mom has a lot of bags in the cloakroom, I'll get you a pink one later."

"OK."

Judging from Mengmeng's casual tone, the little girl is not interested in bags or anything.

That's a big killer for women to show off, uh, but Mengmeng has never known what showing off is since she was a child, and she doesn't have any concept of money. , Including the buildings, in the mansions in the middle of the Crescent Mountain, each villa is more than one billion yuan, and the villas on the Crescent Mountain have never been counted. There are still five or six hundred buildings in several areas, not to mention the big castle It's not as simple as a billion.

For a long time, the only financial management is the pocket money of 1,000 yuan a week. At the beginning, I would calculate it carefully, and then there is no more.

After combing Mengmeng's hair, Ziyan went to the cloakroom and took a pink cross-body bag:

"Go out and play, pack some money for you."

Zi Yan took her bag, there was a thick stack of banknotes inside, Zi Yan took out more than half of it, at first glance, it also looked like 10,000 to 20,000.

"I also bring this card, and the password is your birthday." Zi Yan took out a card with black English characters.

"Do you still use the card?" Mengmeng asked seeing this.

"Bringing it doesn't mean that you must spend it. Besides, you won't be able to spend it all if you give it to you."

"How much money is there?" Mengmeng blinked.

"I don't know either."

"Well, I got it." Mengmeng took the bag, leaned over her body, and turned around in front of the mirror: "Mom, does it look good?"

"Of course my daughter looks good."

"That's fine."

Mengmeng leaked a grinning expression.

The little girl is very smug now.

When we came to the restaurant together, Zhang Han was almost busy.