Cities: The Goddess of Salvation at the start rewards ten sets of courtyard houses

The house still maintains the painting style of more than ten years ago. There are only two staircases in the whole building, and the houses are neatly arranged. There are no balconies, only open-air corridors, and the iron fence is covered with rust.

Looking at such a house, Zhang Qian was in a daze.

In his memory, it seems that he only lived in such a house when he was a child.

After growing up, Tianhe City has been rebuilt several times, demolished and rebuilt. Such houses are rare.

"Let's go up."

He Biao patted him on the shoulder.

Zhang Qian came back to his senses, followed He Biao and walked inside.

When he was in the stairwell, He Biao explained to him with a little apology: "Don't worry, my grandpa just likes living here, and my dad asked him to move several times before, but he couldn't shake him. "

"It's okay, I think it's pretty good." Zhang Qian smiled.

"It's rare to see such a house now, and I remember living in such a house before."

Seeing that he didn't care, He Biao breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, he didn't even want to come to this place. On the one hand, he was not motivated in front of the old man, and on the other hand, this place was too dirty and messy.

Even if it is cleaned well, the rotten air is hard to get rid of.

After talking about this, the two went up to the third floor. The place where the old man of the He family lived was at the end of the corridor.

When the two came close, He Biao knocked on the door.

Zhang Qian's gaze turned around the door. There was a brand new and cheap bamboo curtain, a bundle of garlic was hanging on the wall of the door, and a few pots of plants were placed beside the narrow aisle.

If He Biao hadn't brought him here.

Zhang Qian really couldn't tell that this was where He Jiahui lived.

The door opened slowly.

Standing inside was a fragile young girl.

When He Biao saw her, his expression changed, and he subconsciously took a step back.

"why you."

He turned around, trying to escape.

But the next moment, his clothes were pulled by the girl.

"He Biao, if you dare to leave today, believe it or not, I will break your leg tomorrow."

Zhang Qian swore that he read it correctly. He Biao's legs were trembling at the moment just now, because he was so frightened by the girl in front of him that his legs went limp.

He looked up at the girl.

The first impression is that it is not high, probably up to He Biao's shoulders, and then it is very dark, with healthy wheat-colored skin.

Good-looking, at least in his opinion, a beauty.

As for the figure, since the girl was wearing a thick apron, she couldn't see it.

But that temperament... Aggressive like fire? !

The girl with the broom is bluffing and full of energy.

Chapter 195 Violent Girl

"Who?"

Another old voice came from the room.

The movements of He Biao and the girl stopped subconsciously.

The girl turned her head towards the room, and yelled crisply: "Grandpa, it's Biaozi, he brought friends over."

"Oh, hehe, I know, let them in."

The voices in the room visibly cheered up.

The girl glared at He Biao again, then turned and entered the room.

He Biao wiped off his cold sweat, turned his head and smiled awkwardly at Zhang Qian: "I made you laugh, let's go in now."

Zhang Qian didn't say anything, and stepped into it.

Although it looks small from the outside, the houses here are actually very large, with the smallest being over a hundred square meters. The decorations in the houses are also very simple, and there is no luxury.

He Biao led him to sit down on the sofa.

Soon, the girl walked out with the help of an old man.

He Biao and Zhang Qian stood up at the same time.

"grandfather."

"Hello, Mr. He."

The two shouted at the same time, Zhang Qian was respectful and nervous, while He Biao was more relaxed.

"Sit down, sit down. Just like in your own home, don't be restrained." Mr. He waved his hand with a smile, and sat on the sofa chair with the girl's support.

Zhang Qian and He Biao waited for him to sit down before doing it.

"Girl pours tea, it's not easy for Biaozi to come here, go and get my half can of Dahongpao."

The girl responded and left.

After a while, she wrapped a jar the size of a basketball.

Zhang Qian's eyes straightened.

At the beginning, when Mr. He said about half a can of Dahongpao, he still felt that Mr. He was really frugal. As he wanted to drink Wuyishan Dahongpao, it was not easy, and it was necessary to save it in this way.

In the end, when the jar came over, he realized that he was wrong, and the mistake was outrageous.

"Put more, don't save, it's not enough to drink, and there are still three or four cans unopened."

The old man watched eagerly as the girl put the tea leaves one by one. Anyone with a discerning eye could see the longing in his eyes.

But the girl still only gave the old man three pills.