Are You Sugar?

The poor fake academic scumbag attacks × the awkward academic domineering young master suffers Ever since Fu Yun discovered that Jiang Yan was really poor, he had been racking his brains every day to think of ways to give him money. At first, Fu Yun was simple and rude, leaving Grandpa Mao directly on Jiang Yan's path. The next day, he saw the gold medal certificate on Jiang Yan's table. Fu Yun:...... Later, Fu Yun threw the bank card without password in his bag. The next day, there was a small red flower on Jiang Yan's gift certificate on the table. Fu Yun:...... In the end, Fu Yun gave up on herself and sent him a winning text message. Unknown number: Hello sir, the number ending in XXXX. Congratulations on winning the grand prize in our store. Please reply with your bank card number and we will transfer 100,000 yuan to you immediately. Jiang Yan: What the hell, I've retweeted more than 300 lottery tweets, and I haven't even planted a sock. You still want to trick me? Pooh! Big liar! Fu Yun:...... Jiang Yan, who was struggling in the darkness, finally touched the light in his life after meeting Fu Yun. Jiang Yan kissed his lips: ——Are you sugar? ——Sweet to the core