An Huan suddenly transmigrated into the 1960s and became the doomed first wife of the male lead in a period novel.
The original wife was a rich and spoiled young lady who looked down on her u...
An Hua: "Let's take a look at the next two places and make a decision later."
The first courtyard was bigger, with an inner courtyard, but its area was larger than the one they lived in currently.
"No one is living here right now. I brought the keys here in advance. Let us look at the house ourselves. If we like it, we can negotiate the price with him."
"How long has it been since anyone lived here?"
"It should be two years. Fang Yu is a man of high status and plans to move to Honggang. But... the price he wants is quite high, thirty thousand."
The third place is also a courtyard, but it is not as well maintained as the first one, and it looks shabby everywhere.
"I work in Beijing and live in a building allocated by my company. When my son gets married, I want to sell this courtyard house and buy him a TV and a refrigerator."
Sell the house to buy a TV and a refrigerator? An Hua couldn't help but sigh in her heart. A courtyard house is not as rare as a TV and a refrigerator.
"In fact, there are quite a few courtyard houses in the city, but most of them have unclear property rights. The ones we saw today are the most suitable ones we have chosen."
An Hua smiled and patted Song Yi's arm, "Thank you for your hard work, Song Yi."
Song Yi put his hands in his pockets uncomfortably, "No, Aunt An, I don't mean to ask for praise."
An Hua said seriously: "But I just want to praise you. You are really reliable in doing things."
Song Yi couldn't help but feel excited.
"Auntie An will make you some food in the evening. You can bring Tuantuan and Dongdong over."
The corners of Song Yi's mouth curled up even higher.
He hasn't seen Tuantuan for a long time.
Counting on my fingers, it has been about forty-five days.
What a long forty-five days.
He didn't know why, but Tuantuan always appeared in front of him, either coming to the courtyard or looking for him in his office.
Every time he was excited, he couldn't help but retreat for fear of getting too close.
That complicated and tangled feeling tortured him all the time.
However, in the past forty-five days, he hadn't even seen Tuantuan's shadow. He felt as if he was thrown into a frying pan and was being tortured. He was in extreme pain.
Now that Aunt An asked him to pick up Tuantuan, he felt very excited.
He could see her now, but it was on Aunt An's orders, and he could see her openly!
Song Yi drove a Santana and picked up Tuantuan at his school.
He got off the car and walked to the bottom of her dormitory building, but saw a large circle of people gathered downstairs. In the middle was a man wearing glasses, holding a guitar and singing.
The singing is quite pleasant.
Song Yi was in a good mood at the moment and listened with great interest.
But then, he heard the man with glasses shouting loudly: "An Sixian, I like you! Will you be my girlfriend?"
The people around started to make a noise.
The smile on Song Yi's face slowly froze, and then disappeared completely, replaced by endless gloom.
Where did this wild dog come from? Where is your mother?