The young commander's little petite girl got mad at 70

"Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing..."

Mrs. Fan was indeed not a simple character. She saw Meng Wantang blocking the door with a kitchen knife in her hand, preventing her from going out.

She pointed out the door and shouted miserably on purpose.

Uninformed people heard this shout and thought that Lin Jing had done something to her.

This house will not be easy to buy after it is sold now, and the location is also quite good.

In the future, housing prices will be beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Even if her aunt doesn't like living there, this house can't be sold and left empty.

Anyway, it was the land before.

"Try shouting again." Meng Wantang suddenly put the kitchen knife on Mrs. Fan's shoulder.

Old Mrs. Fan was so frightened that she shivered.

Where did this crazy girl come from?

How stunned!

Old Mrs. Fan was so afraid of death that she shut her mouth instantly.

"Hurry up and pack your luggage. Don't force me to throw things out for you." Meng Wantang held a kitchen knife and slapped Mrs. Fan on the shoulder, telling her to go back into the house to pack her things.

Mrs. Fan might not have taken Meng Wantang seriously before, but now she didn't dare to be disobedient.

She knew that Meng Wantang really dared to attack, not to scare people.

Old Mrs. Fan entered the house dejectedly, looked at the old man sitting on the kang, and glanced at the outer room with lingering fear.

She leaned close to Old Man Fan and asked in a low voice: "What should I do, old man? Are we really going to move out like this?"

Old Man Fan didn't really sit on the kang and didn't care about anything. When he saw the very tall young man standing in the yard, he knew that the Lin family was well prepared.

"Why don't you pack your things quickly? Why don't you wait until someone throws your things out and you pick them up outside?"

As soon as Mrs. Fan thought about that scene, she turned around and packed her luggage.

Even if she leaves here, she must leave with dignity and not let others laugh.

If this matter spreads to his son's factory, how will his son behave in the future?

"Didn't Zhiyong's work unit divide the house? Let's move there today."

Mrs. Fan was quite unwilling.

She originally planned to coax Lin Jing to transfer the house to Fan Hao, but since she was not old enough after dinner, she would let the house be put in her name first. Let Lin Jing live in a house assigned by the hospital.

It's a pity that Lin Jing didn't want a house, which made Mrs. Fan very upset.

Over the years, Mrs. Fan pretended to be poor and kept all the clothes and other things she had made for herself in the house Fan Zhiyong was assigned.

The clothes here are all the tattered clothes from before.

So the old couple didn't have many things, so they packed them up in a short time.

"Let's go."

Mrs. Fan looked back at the house and walked out reluctantly.

Meng Wantang narrowed his eyes when he saw what the old man and the old lady were carrying. The old man and the old lady were very scheming.

She winked at Lu Qingye, then went straight into the room and opened the cabinet. She found that the cabinet was empty, there was nothing in it, and the room was very simple.

Although it was tidied up.

She came out and shouted to Lin Jing.

"Auntie, haven't you spent any money on these two for so many years?"

Lin Jing didn't understand why her niece asked this question. She knew it was definitely not for no reason, so she loudly said to the yard: "I give the family fifty yuan every month, and make two meals for the old man and the old lady every quarter." He has two pairs of shoes. Fan Zhiyong’s salary is all in his own hands, and the daily expenses of the family come from this fifty yuan. I alone provided the money for Haohao’s schooling, and I have never felt sorry for the Fan family. "

Mrs. Fan and Mr. Fan had already reached the door of the yard. There were many people in the alley holding needles and threads, sitting at the door chatting and working.

They were all quite curious as to why Lin Jing didn't go in.

Now hearing the conversation between Meng Wantang and Lin Jing, I secretly clicked my tongue.

When they heard Mrs. Fan brag on weekdays, they really thought that Fan Zhiyong was the breadwinner of the family, but they didn't expect that it was Lin Jing.

This Lin Jing is too stupid.

Many people's inquiring eyes fell on Old Mrs. Fan and Mr. Fan. Old Mrs. Fan felt that her face was burning and she was a little worried, and she didn't dare to look up at the neighbors.

Meng Wantang walked out of the yard.

"Auntie, have you seen it? This is all their belongings. There is nothing in the cabinets in the house." Meng Wantang looked at Old Man Fan and Old Mrs. Fan mockingly, "You treat them as family members and elders. Take good care of them and let them eat and drink well. But their hearts are dirty and they don't regard you as a family member. They must have a home outside."

Lin Jing also saw it.

There was no expression on her face at all.

"It's time to do an accounting of the money you have taken from your family over the years. How much do they eat and drink, and how much is left over every month? Where does the remaining money go? Does this money need to be calculated carefully?"

Meng Wantang winked at Lu Qingye and Lu Qing came directly from behind to block the way of Old Man Fan and Old Mrs. Fan.

"We didn't spend a penny of this money. We spent it all at home."

Old Mrs. Fan really hated Meng Wantang. She didn't know where Lin Jing found this wild girl. She was so hateful.

"My aunt eats at home only a handful of times a year. Most of them are in the hospital cafeteria. But she still has to pay 50 yuan to the family every month. Don't tell me that every month You spent all the fifty dollars. If you spend all the money, is there a bill?"

"We also have a child at home."

Of course it was impossible for Mrs. Fan to spend all the fifty yuan.

"That house on Qingnian Road was bought with my sister's money, right?"

Lin Su, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke. Mrs. Fan's eyes widened and she looked at Lin Su in horror. She didn't expect Lin Su to know.

The corners of Lin Su's lips were slightly raised, and her eyes were extremely contemptuous: "Don't think that our Lin family is so easy to bully. If you take out three thousand yuan, will the house be given to us or yours? If you can't pay three thousand yuan, just give the house back." .”

Mrs. Fan's flesh aches to death.

She didn't want to give 3,000 yuan at all, nor did she want to give Lin Jing the house.

"Where can we have the money to buy a house?" Old Mrs. Fan thought about it, and she would not admit it to her life.

Lin Su smiled: "It's okay."

Mrs. Fan instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Su turned to look at Meng Wantang: "Wanwan, I heard that you like to burn houses for fun. Just burn the house at No. 180 Qingnian Road."

Meng Wantang: "..."

She blinked and looked at Lu Qingye guiltily. Lu Qingye's eyes were full of smiles and he was quite gloating about his misfortune.

Meng Wantang sighed.

She shouldn't be ashamed of herself.

That house was burned down by the original owner. What does it have to do with her, Meng Wantang?

"Okay, I'll go then."

Meng Wantang opened the car door, got in, and started the car directly.