Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

Have a good night's sleep.

When Song Pan'er woke up, the corners of her mouth were turned up, and then the corners of her mouth turned up higher and higher until her big white teeth were exposed.

"Panpan, I knew you liked me!" Song Pan'er jumped up and rushed towards the little white dog beside the pillow.

"Ouch~ow..."

A half-grown puppy that was only a few months old was no match for Song Pan'er, a crazy woman, and struggled feebly.

"Kid, get up and wash your face quickly. You'll be late to the car."

Mrs. Qian raised the curtain to the door and poured hot water into the basin while greeting Song Pan'er.

"Here we come!" Song Pan'er put on her clothes and jumped off the kang.

Panpan, who broke free from the clutches of the devil, ran out of the house one step ahead of Song Pan'er.

After a simple breakfast, the grandfather and grandson went to the hall of the Real Estate Bureau as agreed.

The house purchase contract was signed very smoothly, but due to Song Paner's inexperience, the contract did not specify the tax payer.

So there was a little hiccup during the transfer.

"This deed tax should be paid by the buyer, and I can only sell it if you buy it, so this sales tax should be paid by you."

Song Pan'er looked at Wang Qinghua who was talking nonsense and wanted to throw the contract in her face.

"Granddaughter, if you don't want to buy it, who is that? Give me the contract, tear both copies together, and we'll seal the deal."

Mrs. Qian was angry, stopped Song Pan'er who wanted to speak, and immediately went to grab the house purchase contract from Wang Qinghua.

"Hey! Okay, I'll take it, why don't I pay the deed tax!"

Wang Qinghua saw that the little girl who wanted to buy a house was not able to do anything, and the old woman was trying to spread the sand. He immediately changed his attitude and honestly paid more than a thousand deed taxes and real estate taxes.

After completing the formalities, Song Paner took the contract and tax payment voucher and waited for five days to get the house book.

Out of the gate of the Real Estate Bureau. Mrs. Qian immediately changed her face.

"Grandma Wang, don't be offended that I, an old woman from the countryside, don't know anything about it. We are destined to do this when we make a deal. I will put it into practice for you on the day you move."

When Mrs. Qian suddenly came, Wang Qinghua uncomfortably tucked her hair behind her ears and said with some embarrassment:

"Okay, I'm wrong. I really should pay taxes when I sell the house. Sister, I will move out on the last day of next month. Then you can come and collect the house."

The two turned their hostility into friendship and said goodbye to each other.

When Wang Qinghua walked away, Song Pan'er stared at Mrs. Qian with a surprised face, as if asking her, "Did you take the wrong medicine?" '

"You kid, what are you looking at? Aren't I afraid that she will cause trouble in our house? Let's ease the relationship and save us from receiving a broken house when we close the house." Mrs. Qian felt a little uncomfortable.

"Hey, hey, this little old lady is really sharp. My granddaughter is willing to be the loser." Song Pan'er raised her hand in a funny way.

"Go, you bastard, learn a little bit, you will need it later."

Mrs. Qian taught Song Paner her simple but useful rules of life.

After the two had lunch together, they separated. One went to school and the other went home by car.

As soon as Song Pan'er arrived at the dormitory, the little girl on the upper bunk immediately sat up from the bed and said while chewing biscuits: "Song Pan'er, the squad leader came to see you last night!"

Song Pan'er said 'Oh' and said nothing more.

Her upper bunk is just as weird as Ding Min.

He is gossipy and loves to pick things up, and his living habits are really bad. Look at the cookie crumbs falling under the bed.

"Hey~ What's your relationship with the squad leader? Why does he keep looking for you?" The little girl on the upper bunk lay on the edge of the bed, raising her eyebrows and continuing to ask.

"He is from my third aunt's family, my cousin's family, and my second uncle's cousin's distant relative." Song Pan'er brushed off the biscuit crumbs that fell on the bed with her hands, and closed the bed curtain with a swipe.

"Huh? What's the relationship?"

The little girl was so distracted by this relationship that she forgot to eat the cookies.

"Pfft~"

She didn't react until she heard laughter coming from the bed at the door.

"Are you kidding me? Song Pan'er."

But wherever Song Pan'er was still there, she had already gone out.