Reborn as a rich woman: rich and leisurely

Kuang Rulan doesn't like the simple style, because the main purpose of the simple style is to save money.

The room looked empty, and there was nowhere to put all her clothes.

If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't be too ostentatious while studying in school, she would like to have one set of clothes a day. How could she fill up her belongings with only one room and an attic?

So I just visited here for a look, and I didn’t originally want to live here.

It looks okay, but I don't know why everyone praises Song Xuebing.

"Sister Xiaolan, what kind of house do you like?" Kang Xiaojun felt that this house was decorated well enough. If he hadn't had money, he would have renovated it like this.

Kuang Rulan's distaste was concealed because the house was rented by Lin Jing. She wanted to show some face to Sister Jingjing. Anyone who was familiar with it could see that.

"I like rice-style." Kuang Rulan's family is in good condition and she can get some rice dramas to watch. She speaks good English and seems to have no pressure. What she envies most when watching TV dramas is the cloakroom that is bigger than the bedroom.

The rows of clothes are hung neatly, and one person's cloakroom has more clothes than many clothing stores in China. It looks like he feels happy.

Kang Xiaojun chuckled: "Your happiness is really simple. A few clothes can sell your heart."

Song Xuebing didn't know about a cloakroom before. Wouldn't it be a huge waste for clothes and hats to occupy a room?

During the decoration process, he did not stop studying. There were many buildings in the Magic City that had cloakrooms before. Most of them were found in villas and bungalows where powerful families or foreigners lived.

Everyone around him was the same as him. It was good enough to have a bed of his own in a crowded home, but where could he find a room for clothes?

I have read a few foreign magazines recently, and I kind of understand what a cloakroom is all about. It is different from Lin Jing's original idea of ​​having several wardrobes in one room and one wardrobe for each season's clothes.

He quite wanted to try it and said, "I know how to do a cloakroom. If you like, I can help you change the room where you keep your things into a cloakroom."

"Really?" Kuang Rulan's eyes lit up instantly.

She already has a lot of clothes among her peers, but she keeps them in the closet. She doesn't know how many clothes she has, and it's very troublesome when she wants to find them.

If she hadn't imitated Lin Jing's tidying up after changing seasons, her clothes would have been even more messy. She always felt that if she had a dressing room, she would definitely be able to solve this problem.

"Other people's houses are for people to live in, and your house is for clothes." Uncle Lu commented, "A prodigal family is really such a prodigal family."

Everyone really thinks this is the case.

After a few small talk, everyone didn't take it too seriously and just treated it as a lively greenhouse.

On the weekend of the next day, Qin Zichuan drove Lin Jing, Kuang Rulan and Uncle Lu to his friend's factory.

Lin Jing was really startled, "Do you still have friends?"

To be called a "good" friend, would it be someone like him?

Qin Zichuan...what kind of person am I in your eyes?

Lin Jing felt that he was the kind of person who was beautiful alone and could do whatever he wanted. He had teachers, colleagues, and classmates. He really couldn't think of what friends were like.

Kuang Rulan helped: "Brother Chuan has many friends. Although they are also very strange, they are all very powerful people."

Qin Zichuan didn't care what Kuang Rulan thought of him before, but he didn't care about many people.

But now that she is with Lin Jing every day, and her words have the effect of being next to him, he can't help but think: Do I look weird in your eyes?

Are his friends weird?

Strange is not strange at all, but for Lin Jing, this remote warehouse simply opened the door to a new world for her.

In bringing them here, Qin Zichuan mainly introduced Lin Jing to his friends and introduced his friends to Lin Jing. Both sides were very polite, not very enthusiastic, and even a little cold.

After nodding, some people went in to do their own things, leaving only one person who sheepishly explained: "Sorry, that's just how they are."

"It doesn't matter." Kuang Rulan said first, and in order to show that she really didn't care, she blurted out: "Brother Chuan is just like them, we are all used to it."

Qin Zichuan... Is there any way to separate her from Lin Jing?

I thought she was unreliable before, but I didn't expect that she would be even more unreliable now that she didn't provoke me.

"Just get used to it." The man also smiled naively and didn't know what to say.

"What are they doing here?" Lin Jing asked curiously.

It looked like an old warehouse. The walls were not whitewashed and exposed red bricks could be seen. The red bricks were somewhat damaged in some places.

The cement floor has already had cracks, and small pits after being broken can be clearly seen in some places.

There are not many windows above. Even during the day, lights need to be turned on to get light. Unfortunately, the ceiling of the warehouse is a bit high, and the lighting effect is not very good, making it a bit dim.

Just now, the door to the inner room was open for a while, but now the big blue iron door, which was already somewhat mottled, closed on its own.

"Let's take a look at the custom-made folding bed in front of us." Qin Zichuan said to the man.

Soon the man moved out two types of folding beds one by one. Different from the steel wire folding beds used for daily sleeping, they were both made of canvas.

One is similar to a camp bed, which is almost like a thick stick when folded, and the other is flatter with two folds, which is like a big piece of tofu when folded, both of which save space.

Uncle Lu tried folding and spreading the camp bed back and forth several times, then he lay down on it and felt the stability of the six legs. He touched the smooth canvas fabric with emotion and said: "Back then, when we went out, we could have a quilt. They’re all good stuff, I’ve never seen this stuff before.”

Uncle Lu was not called Lu Yuanchao before, but after he came back, many of them changed their name to Yuanchao.

As for the original name, I can't remember it clearly. Except for a few words when chatting with Uncle Song, he didn't like to mention it in front of young people.

"Today's life is really good." Uncle Lu said, and he didn't know what he thought of. He lay down again and rolled back and forth. "This bed is also stable. I wish I had this thing back then."

Kuang Rulan opened another one. It took a little effort to close and place it more smoothly than the one Uncle Lu slept on.

With so many people watching, she, a girl, didn't have the nerve to lie down and use it as a temporary bed. She sat on it and pressed it hard a few times. It was still quite stable. It was no problem to make a simple bed to sleep on.

At least it's better than sleeping on the ground.